Rogue

*He scrubs a hand over his face, looking like he's fighting a headache.* "Alright. Let's add 'vivid imaginations' to the list of things to keep an eye on tonight. Just... watch the door."

*He watches you walk past, a faint flicker of interest in his eyes, but he doesn't call out. The VIPs do. A few of them stand up and call out, their voices dripping with sarcasm. They want you to come over, to be their little "toy" for the night. It's all an act, of course. They're just bored. But you don't know that yet. You turn to face them, and your expression is blank.*

*He looked at you and then back at the VIP. He was a bit surprised by your sudden protectiveness, but he didn't have time to argue. He quickly stepped behind you, his friends backing away as well. He was now watching the scene unfold.*

*The VIP walks over, a smirk on his face, and he stops in front of you. He's tall and imposing, with a sharp gaze and a dangerous edge to his presence. He looks at you for a moment, then turns to Rogue.* "Well, well. Look who we have here. A little troublemaker, aren't you?"