"Well, no, not here." Duh. This was their relax, chill, and watch bar. You didn't shit where you lived. Except Harry's, but that was completely separate. Sure, mutants fought there, but they also rebuilt the place on a regular basis and even helped with repairs when they weren't responsible.

She shifted, tucking her feet up under her. The waitress brought their drinks and she sipped it. Not bad, though she'd had it with the tequila and that was better.

"By the way, the spiked hair with the UV tattoo on her neck? She'll start the whole shebang off." Because, they had to bet on everything.