Scarlet and Magpies

The low lights that the bar had gave Remy enough light to see the small crowd that had gathered in the room this night. There were several tables towards the back of the room where there were small groups playing poker. They were loud enough to know that they were there, but quiet enough to not cause a ruckus. The light also made it possible for him to go into this place without his sunglasses for a few hours. Still it wasn't enough to hide them if anyone got close enough. For as much as they attracted those who found the dark red iris and black sclera beautiful and fascinating, it equally kept those disgusted away and curse him out for how unnatural they were.

Even with the chance of his eyes getting him kicked out of the bar, it was nice to freely scan the crowd without his sunglasses making everything look darker. They also attracted attention as well, just to a lesser degree than his eyes. In his mind, it was better to be given the status of being that douchebag that wore his sunglasses indoors rather than the mutant who had intruded on something meant for a good time.

As he made his way to the counter to get one of the stools as a seat, Remy heard some shouting coming from the back of the room where the poker games were going on. The shouting came from one table where several men were getting up, anger visible from their body language. In reply to these shouts was a low and smooth voice talking to them. However he couldn't see who that voice belonged to, most likely being blocked by one of the angry men. He followed behind a bartender that went over to the commotion, hoping to satisfy his curiosity.

Standing a few feet away from the tabel, Remy found himself beside several people who had also gathered to see what would happen. The group that was playing the game consisted of men that didn't look out of place in the bar. However the one woman vastly stood out in the group and the rest of the bar.

She was beautiful in the way that Hollywood actresses and Goddesses from various religions seemed to pocesse. Her raven black hair was long enough that it fell between her shoulder blades and was layered to frame her face perfectly. Her face had sharp cheekbones and lips painted with black lipstick, poised to smirk permanently. Along with that her skin on her face and neck was a shade of pale that didn't make her look sickly. It only enhanced her natural beauty more.

All of this was completed with her eyes that from a distance, Remy could see were surrounded by dark makeup that made the green of her eyes stand out in the low light of the bar. They also held something that knew what she was doing at any moment. Even if it was mischievous in nature.

What made her stand out even more was the clothing she wore. While the makeup she wore suggested she was part of the goth crowd he had seen from the students at Xavier's school, the clothing had enough colour to distance herself from that clique. The coat had fur around around the collar and was a dark green colour with the edges lanced with a lighter green that was muted. Underneath that was a shirt with some reference that he couldn't make out.

All in all, she stood out too much for Remy not to take notice or concern. While a lot happened with villains, especially when his team wasn't concerned with taking them down without an order from Henry Snow, it didn't mean Remy had kicked the habit from his days as an X-Men.

She continued to smirk as the men shouting about her cheating was trying to be pacified by the bartender.

"Sorry to say gentlemen, but you just didn't have the right cards or the luck in the last several rounds, Can't fault me for having all the luck." Remy heard as she leaned back. At that the men grew even more restless and got even louder. He could tell that she gloating at them with the way she spoke and how wide her smirk had gotten.

He left the growing crowd to go back to the counter. No point in giving away that he was suspicious of her this early in the night, especially if there was the chance she was going to be kicked out of the bar. He remembered his days in New Orleans when he would trick the card players to give up all their money to try and beat him. It usually ended up him being kicked out of the bar or being banned altogether if he didn't get out of the area quick enough.