Business had stayed steady through the night. Gal glanced at the clock just before 10, the group around Thang's table were apparently enjoying the evening. She smiled to herself behind the pots and spoons.
"Gal," Vegas said as she swept by with a group, "The guy at table four asked to see you if you have time." She was going to need to hire more staff, Vegas shouldn't be seating, she had enough to do besides.
"Hello again," Gal had to dodge an arm from one of the heroes with Bliss' group. He apologized, promising to keep it down. "I hope the fish was right. Can I have Beth get you somethin' from the desserts?"
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"Pardon me, Miss," Vegas had heard through the bar's waitress that someone was having trouble with her seat. As she walked up, she noticed one of the other patrons had also seen the young woman. From her voice, Vegas guessed she was from the south, and the lady with the hat sounded like Texas.
"Ma'am," Vegas put on her best concerned face, "I think this stool is broken, careful!" She caught the woman's arm when she swayed, firmly but not roughly. "It's a little warm in here, too, you look faint. Let me seat you at a table, and I'll make sure a chair with four legs."
She motioned to Narshawn, out of Bait's view, a cutting motion across the throat *No more liquor*. To Isis she passed a tolerant smile, and a wink for thanks.
"Maybe Gertrude could get you something to eat?" Vegas asked.
((OOC: Vegas is a trained bouncer and is a Dark Scrapper, SR. She is well built, and dressed in a way she can become more, persuasive, if someone gets belligerent. She will hold off on that, since it looks like Bait is just letting off steam, and she can understand that too. She will also pass Isis' order to the house when she leaves, and the salad will arrive quickly, the steak a little longer.))
((OCC: Sorry to take so long to respond, hope I didn't monopolise Gertrude.))
Jack smiled as Gertrude returned. He held up one finger in reply to her question as he picked up his beer and tasted it. "Wonderful choice Gertrude." He took another swallow before preceeding, "Now all I'm looking for is a steak, whatever the chef recommends, served medium rare."
He watched as a lady slid off her stool at the bar and wondered what she was drinking. A smile crept across his face as he remembered the last time he was that drunk.
Falcon Kitiara had by now decided for a Mushrooms of season appetizer, and a Kaesespaetzle. After she ordered, she went back to the conversation.
She couldn't help being relieved that the japanese lady wasn't paying attention to the stains and wounds of her attire, and she started feeling more relaxed. She joined her hands under her chin, in an almost childlike movement.
"So you was raised to become a courtesan? I thought that was a thing of the past. I had no idea that this kind of training is still taking place in your country."
Her voice was curious, but not offensive.
"I would certainly like to share your tea. And, yes, if you are interested, I would love to talk about scandinavia with you."
So, while they waited for the appetizers and main courses to arrive, Kitiara started talking, hesitant at first, then more fluently, sipping her tea every now and then.
"I remember... walking in the woods, since I was little. Bathing in the ice-cold water of the rivers... no one there, but my father, my mother and me. Their status of researchers granted them permission of living inside a national reserve."
A small sip, and again, the eyes of who is remembering fond memories.
"There are trees so high, they can compete with most offices and houses here, and some were high enough to reach the point of some skyscrapers with their top leaves. To climb them is one of the funniest thing a little girl can do, along with swimming in the rivers and walking around."
Another sip, another small pause.
"It's not the safest place for a family: there are wolves, and bears too, and both mooses and deers can become very aggressive when in their reproductive period. But neither wolves nor bears attacked us; if you respect nature you can become one with it. Wolves don't attack humans if they have plenty of other food, as it was the case, and the same can be said for Bears. As for deers and mooses, I watched them from a distance... didn't want to disturb them."
"My father" she said after only a slight hesitation "trained me to be able to survive and fight for myself. My mother taught me to read and write, mathematics and phisics, biology and ethology, and so on; I think she missed a bit her position as an university professor. However, I like to think that I've made both of them happy."
A smile.
"Seeing a newborn bird just recently hatched from its egg, noticing a deer drinking from a stream, watching a hare eating grass without it noticing you are there, these were my pastimes. We had no TV in our hut, and still to this day I don't watch it; it can't manage to fascinate me. When I want to relax I read, or I fly on top of Eastgate heights in Hollows, where there are trees and no Circle of Thorn minions."
Then, as the appetizers arrived, she watched at Jing with a worried expression on her face.
"But I'm the only one talking. I'm really sorry, I've just been carried away. Me, I'm very interested in hearing about your courtesan training. How was it like?"
[OOC: Kitiara has no qualms about showing her the broadsword, she will, however, inform Jing that the weapon is not in the best display conditions. That is because she fought a lot today, she cleaned it from the blood by wiping it with a cloth, but the smell of blood lingers.]
"The fish was wonderful, I actually wanted to thank you before I left." he said. "And as tempting as the dessert sounds, I dont think I have the room. Just waiting on the check. Thank you again. I'll try to stop back in a few days, after I ... look into a few things. Good luck tonight." With a quick look around the room he said, "Looks like things are picking up, I better let you get back to it."
Isis turns away to hide the smile at Vegas' tact since the stool was obviously not broken. She set down her empty glass and asked for another drink. She removed her red bandana for a moment and pulled back her long white hair and putting the bandana back on. Wearing a red spandex suit with white stripes down the side, she really wasn't in propper attire for the dining area so opted to remain in the bar as she waited for her food.
The night was a huge success. Bliss told story after story of his journey to SL-50. Fighting with Krakens in the sewers, avoiding the illusions of the Carnival of Shadows, and more.
The restaurant was a big hit with the patrons as well. There was hardly a table in between guests. Gal and her staff worked non stop. SweetThang would mention hiring additional staff when he saw Sibling next.
SweetThang saw the southern girl slip off her seat. He noticed Dark Vegas go to her aid, and figured he would go invite her to their table. No sense in having a young lady sit all by her lonesome. "Excuse me ma'am. My friends and I were wondering if you'd like to accompany us at our table. We're gonna be here a lil' bit longer, and would love to hear some of your story." he asked her, giving Vegas a quick nod when the girl wasn't looking. Noticing the man at the nearby table was watching the door, he hesitated to ask him to join the party...then decided to ask anyway. "Go ahead on over, they won't bite, I'm going to invite this fellow over here too." he said as he made his way to the door watching man. "You want to join our little celebration? There's plenty of room at the table? We are celebrating Twisted Bliss recieving his SL-50 badge. When your friend gets here, they can join us too." his offer was very sincere. "Come on over if you decide to." he said making way back to his seat.
On the way back to the table, he passed the tattooed woman and the Asian lady he paused for a moment. Not being one to interrupt a tea ceremony he waited until the tattooed one took notice of him standing near. He put his hand out for her to shake and said, "Oensk velkommen til Paragon By. Deres tilstedeværelse lager oss her sterk.*." His was not the best Norwegian, but a good attempt all the same. "I picked up a bit of Norwegian when I was on the international wrestling circuit. You have a beautiful country." SweetThang will wait until she's finished talking then make his way back to his group.
((OOC: He said to Falcon Kitiara "Welcome to Paragon City. Your presence here makes us stronger. I'm going under the assumption that he has met Lady Gemini before through Sibling.))
"Steak, medium rare," she noted it on the bill. Gal distrusted most electronics, so the tabs and bills were kept on old paper tablets and tallied on a computer at the end. "That will be a few minutes, and if you leave a decent tip, you can call me Gerry."
Gertrude left, through the swinging doors to the kitchens, and returned a moment later with Isis' salad. "Would you care to sit at a table, ma'am?" She noticed that the woman with the drawl was now at a table, and a quick word from Narshawn sent the waitress over with a tall glass of tonic water and a plate of spiced chicken wings. The word was: soda or water only for this table.
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"An unused blade is worthless." Jing stated flatly, admiring the work of the weapon. Though it was far too heavy and large for her style, there was no mistaking it was well-forged and balanced. Her own sword was much lighter, more for quick and penetrating blows, but this weapon could likely cause terrible damage in the right hands.
She watched the woman with fiery hair out of the corner of one eye. Why someone would leave so beautiful a land for this City, she did not understand. Her own situation, well, perhaps she did understand.
"You love nature, things natural, this is a blessing. Even the greatest art is nothing to a single raindrop, the Spring in my country is beyond words. Seeing this, and knowing it, is all.
"You flatter me again," she smiled, again with closed lips. "I will be much older than you think, but there is schools to teach the old ways. My family is very traditional, and not all believe that a president is best.
"My training was strict, all of the proper ways to keep house and tradition," she left out that it was also frowned upon that a woman would take her house's sword into battle, but Jing did not, Gemini did. "My house was very kabiu, proper," she corrected herself.
"There are many things tradition can teach us, not all things new are better. I will tell, I live in this city, but prefer the open skies." The description Falcon gave of her home and family twinged something in Jing, in her childhood there were strict lessons, almost constant work.
"My youth was spent learning that this," she pointed to a small wooden spoon, "must always be placed so," she picked the tool up, used to spoon out the tea into cups. "The smallest error could bring offense, and this could lead to feud, loss of face. These things last for many years." She paused, realizing she was voicing some of the very reasons she had left home.
"While my brothers ran and played, being Shogun and warriors in the fields, my place was in the home. I watched them grow, watched them become men, while I schooled in the arts of manner. I would have been a nobleman's wife," she skewed the truth only slightly, her place would have been consort to a Yakuza boss. "Many things change, but I take pleasure in these things, these memories of my child times.
"My pardon, I sometimes speak to much about feelings. Your home sounds very beautiful, and you are a hero also. We both protect others as we can, I help women who run from abuse or violence. That is why I am in this city, to help women who cannot fight." She placed one hand in her blouse and withdrew a card from within the folds.
Using both hands, she passed the card over the table, the tea starting to cool too much and the bitter taste coming through. "In your work, you may meet those who need such care. Please," she held the card expectantly.
Two young men approached from the back of the room, carrying the first course and appetizers for the table.
((OOC: If Falcon is observant, and I think she is, she would notice a great many white scars on Jing's left hand. Like tiny slices, all healed, but visible. She is a katana-regen scrapper, and if she draws her sword cannot sheath it without drawing blood, hence the scars where she draws her own. If they get to know each other outside, in her hero identity, there is much more to her story.))
"I will need to see your identification," Narshawn hovered slightly higher to see the new woman over the bar. *She cannot be much taller than I am*
After checking the document, she smiled, almost twice the blaster's age. It was a personal joke, since she was only barely ten years old here. She had been brought to this world as a suckling infant, cast out form her home because she was from an ice tribe and born to a stone tribe, she would have perished if the Sisters had not known and rescued her. Her race aged very quickly, but lived long lives, compared to humans.
It was nice to see someone of similar height, amongst the giants the city bred.
"Welcome, there is food available for another hour if you care for it." She motioned to the tables in the bar, along the wall, "You may sit or stay, Gertrude will take any food order you have. What was your drink again, please?"
((OOC: Narshawn will warm up quickly to someone her size, ummm, but stay frozen. lol
Sorry if I was vague: The bar has tables along one wall, it is longer than it is wide, one wall completely taken up by the polished bar. The door is across the room from the bar itself, so the bartender can see anyone coming in or leaving by the outside door. The dart and pool room is opposite the hall that leads from the restaurant.
Falcon Kitiara heard the voice speaking Norwegian, which she could very well talk and hear even if her parents had taught her mainly the icelandic dialect. She answered in English, though, mainly because she didn't want to make the japanese lady feel like she was left out.
"Thank you, I'm glad you liked it when you visited it" she said with a smile. "I've heard that a friend of yours just made it to security level 50, congratulations!"
She motioned slightly towards the asiatic girl "This evening I have company, but perhaps we will meet again around here one of these days. I look forward to it".
[Kitiara is really interested in Jing Jiang's past, so she will stay with her for this evening. However should she see Sweetthang around again next days, she will surely greet him and, if he offers, join him 
]
"That will be a few minutes, and if you leave a decent tip, you can call me Gerry." Gertrude left, through the swinging doors to the kitchens, and returned a moment later with Isis' salad. "Would you care to sit at a table, ma'am?"
As Gertrude returned Isis gave her a rather confused look, "Gerry?" this being more a male name to her but decided not to go anyfarther with, "Yeah, I'll take a table." and follows the waitress to a table to sit and eat turning introspective on herself and thinking how things had been. She catches the small woman getting asked for ID thinking that as much of a pain it is atleast they're doing it right.
Gertrude stepped up to the platform, catching Gal's attention. The cast iron had been hot all night, hardly a slow minute.
"It's almost midnight, should I call in the bar?"
Gal checked the clock, it was getting late. "Yeah, girl, but don't hurry anyone out. I'll have Martin lock the doors in about thirty, tell him and Beth on your way. No more from the kitchen tonight, unless it's already going. You made sure to lose that young single-guy's and that Falcon woman's bills?" She had only one steak cooking, and that was going to the bar, which she realized had been quiet.
*No sense in letting the staff have all the fun* she thought. Gathering the fried potatoes and cornbread that came with every steak plate from the main kitchen, she carried the order herself into the bar.
"Last call," she heard just before passing through the doors, Gertrude having the voice to be heard while Narshawn did not.
She knew the plate was for a woman, and a nod from Nar pointed her to Isis. She smiled wide, tired but glad.
"Pardon me, but here's your order," she took a chance, but except for Sweet, African-American heroes were an oddity. "Nice to see another sistah, and the hair is fine!"
((OOC: Gal's background is as a gang-banger, raised in East St. Louis. Stone Tank, magic. She lives with Sibling, who has not appeared due to their adventures in another thread, but will be delighted by Isis' accent, and probably ask some questions. Since she owns the place, if others get shooed out by Martin "The restaurant is closed" the Maitre 'd, Gal will make sure Isis can stay and chat. Don't forget, once the place closes, pretend that the next day at 4PM starts, but you are welcome to make reservations or observe the place when it is closed, for more realism.
Kitiara looked at Jing while she handled her broadsword. She noticed the slight scars on her left hand: at the beginning she thought of combat scars, then realized that there really was no true reason the scars should've been only on the left hand and not on her arms too, or the right hand.
But it would've been indiscrete to ask. Perhaps a side effect of her training?
While Jing kept her sword in her hands, Kitiara followed the glowing red runes on the hilt with her eyes. They weren't circle of thorns runes, they were very ancient viking runes, which she couldn't still translate. She didn't know exactly why they were glowing, she could only assume it was some kind of magic at work.
"I've heard that being proper and avoiding offending someone else are the most important thing in japan. That's very different from my childhood. Imagine seeing only your parents for the first twelve or thirteen years of your life. With a whole natural reserve all for me, I was truly free, if a bit alone."
She looked at Jing in the eyes "And I'm sorry that you couldn't experience that freedom yourself, when you were a child. That freedom, and my forest, are two of the things I miss the most."
True, in the middle of the forest, she thought, certain things weren't important. The proper way to use a wooden spoon, to serve tea: nature couldn't care less about such things.
But nature could be hard and unforgiving nonetheless... she felt, again, blood on her hands, freezing cold against her shoulders, the rain, the lightning bolts. She shook her head to chase away the sensations, the vivid images, from her mind; this wasn't the right time. Later, at home, it would've been. Her eyes for a moment had become dark and full of a subterranean river of melting fury... but they quickly became again as calm as a clear summer sky. She hoped she hadn't worried her companion, and said again:
"I never went to primary school, nor to high school. So I can only wonder what people talk about when they talk of school, homework, discipline, and so on. Sure, my superhero ID solves every problem my lack of formal education may cause, but still... It's like there's something I don't know and I will never know, when people talk about their studies, I can understand only partially."
She took the card Jing was offering her.
"I will make sure that the women who need assistance know about you, you have my word" she said solemnly, tucking the card safely away.
She waited for her newly found friend to start eating, before she started too...
[I still haven't decided what's written on the sword. I will decide it later, as well as the optional sword powers; it's not the sword that make her so lethal, she would hit as strong without the magic, so I'll have to create something less standard than the usual Sword of Skuls Killing +5 ]
"Ah, but you do know somethings of the world," Jing murmured after they sat for a moment, neither reaching for their food. She carefully reached across the table with two laquered chopsticks, taking a mushroom from the center of Falcon's plate. She made a show of placing it in her mouth and swallowing, doing the same with every plate in front of Falcon.
"Your food is safe," she said as she began to eat her own. While Falcon had the mushrooms and the rest of her meal, Jing had a steaming bowl of rice and several smaller bowls, which she would dip some rice into here or there. One had the obvious odor of fish, and was a dark broth with pieces of something in it.
"Some of those I associate with are also followers of nature, been they very happy in the forests. I think you would find them to be good friends.
"Imagine not seeing your parents for ten years, then you know what my school was. You seem wise and fair, and this, no school can teach you." Jing spoke only when she had nothing in her hands, or mouth, being deliberate in her movements.
((OOC: Part of her training as a courtesan was tasting food for others. Poisoning is still a method of removing an enemy, and considered an honorable way to remove obstacles among her fellows. She does not mean to offend, but misunderstands Falcon's wait to eat. A stranger might well wait for someone of the house to taste the food before they tried it.
As Jack lounged in the chair, listening to the music and watching the staff and patrons, his cell rang. He quickly fumbled through the pockets of his pants searching for the source of the disturbance. "Damn it." he swore as he realized that it was in his jacket. This was taking to long and it was the ringer for his SG. Quickly he snatched the phone out of his inside pocket. "Jack Rose, on call." he blurted out as soon as he had it open, but before he had it to his ear. "Sorry sir, Jack Rose on call." he repeated slower and more articulate. "Having dinner sir... At a b..restaurant sir... Ladies by the Lake... yes there is a bar here also... no sir, milk sir... yes, from a cow... but I haven't even gotten my food yet... I understand sir on my way."
Jack tossed the phone on the table. Of all the times, I swear I'm gonna waste away to nothing. He figured he had a couple of minutes before he had to leave so he better settle his bill. Standing up and tossing on his jacket he heard Gertrude make last call. Turning to look at her, he raised an arm and after catching her eye motioned her to come over.
Gertrude was just on her way over with the steak when she saw Jack stand, he was barking into a cellphone. A moment later he waved to her, *at least he wasn't trying to stiff the house* she thought.
"You leaving?" She pouted her lips out, hoping he wasn't put out with her slow service, it was really busy. "I can wrap the dinner for you, Gal's been known to make a sandwich out of these things."
She settled his bill quickly, using the loose notes from her apron. He'd been one of the nicest guys in, she really was sorry to see him have to rush out.
"Hope it wasn't the service, I've been a little busy. Tell you what," she said as Narshawn wrapped the meal on a ceramic dish, to keep it warm, " you come back in, I'll make sure you get special attention." Followed by batting lashes and a noise from Narshawn, who was watching. "I mean, SG night is Sunday. Bring in more than four members of a recognized SG, and you get twenty-five percent off your bill."
When Narshawn had returned to gathering glasses, she winked and blew him a kiss, then disappeared into the kitchen.
((OOC: I really hope I didn't ignore you. Gertrude would have paid closer attention, but the bar was more popular than I thought. I hope to see Jack, and any friends, back for dinner or maybe a complimentary beer?))
((OOC: I just figured getting a call from his SG would be a good way for Jack to take his leave for the evening especially since the shop is going to close soon. He'll be back soon, but maybe not the next day.))
Wow, he thought, when you're ready to go they can sure get ya out of here. Glad to see that, good for a superheroe's lifestyle. He picked up the bill, looked it over, figured out 25% and dropped it plus 5 bucks on the table. Pulling a pen from his jacket he turned the bill over and wrote on the back. 'Here is your tip Gerry, and five bucks because I'm borrowing some of the silverware. Thanks for the great service. Jack Rose' Grabbing a fork and knife he tossed them in his pocket with the pen. He almost wanted to finish his beer considering the night that lay ahead, but couldn't do it knowing he would need to be on top of his game. With a quick wave goodbye to Narshawn Jack snagged up the plate, walked up to the exit, turned on his cloaking device, opened the door, and superspeeded out.
Falcon Kitiara watched intently as Jing took a small piece of both her meals and ate them slowly but deliberately; she wasn't so naive as to think that this was a common use of Paragon City, and assumed it was a japanese custom. She also thought it was very kind from Jing to display her abilities for her benefit: she had no idea that it had been her waiting to prompt the display. She nodded thankfully when Jing said that her food was safe, and they started eating.
"So you didn't see your parents for ten years? That's not the school I had in mind... it must have been lonely. It seems that both of us have had a very different childhood than that of most children today. But perhaps, this can be said for all superheroes... or most of them."
She chewed her meal with good manners, never getting her mouth too full, never drinking with a full mouth, and of course, always chewing with her mouth closed. She came from a wild forest, but she was well versed in the basics of courtesy.
"It would be nice to know your associates. I'm sure they will be great company, as you are." she sipped another cup of tea, then said, apparently without looking at any watch "It's becoming late... I'd wager, around midnight. Soon the place will close down for the night. But I hope to see you again around here; it has been a true pleasure talking to you."
She was at the end of her main course, and seemed more rested now than when she entered the restaurant at the beginning of the evening.
[OOC: Kitiara has an innate sense of time, since she lived so close to the rhytms of day and night while in the woods. She is a lvl 31 broadsword - superreflexes scrapper, by the way, so her gestures and movement are precise and almost feline, quick and coordinated.]
Gal had just finished cleaning off the Wolf salamander, keeping up with the cleaning would make every opening easier. Vegas walked up, looking a little less fresh than usual, but far from haggard. Gal rounded up everyone, Gertrude with her coat on, Martin still pressed, Gypsy with a look that spoke of more effort this night than was usual for her.
"Everyone, thank you." She had Vegas pass around a number of labeled envelopes, each with a name. "That's for your effort, tonight went great! Compliments to the entire bunch."
They all looked surprised, except for Martin, who never looked anything but...sour. She laughed. As they filtered away to their homes or other appointments, Beth lingered.
"Gal," she said, timidly, "Thank you, for all you've done for me." She gave Gal a quick hug, then hurried out the door.
*Hell* she thought, *I didn't even have to fight any Vahz.*
((OOC: New day, thank you all!))
((OOC: Maybe I missed it, and I apologize if I did, but I was waiting to get my bill still. I dont think I actually left. But I guess we can assume I payed, tipped, and left in all the commotion.))
At four o'clock, almost to the second, three figures walked into the bar. Two men and one woman, though the three couldn't have been more different from one another if they'd tried. The woman was of average height and a slim build, And she wore a black and blue spandex uniform, with a pair of wings sprouting from out of her hair. The first man was about six feet tall, and massively built, and looked like nothing so much as a giant humanoid penguin, right down to a gas mask painted to look like a bill. The final patron was very tall, easily standing 7 feet. His face and torso, exposed, were covered with green scales and a large serpentine tail poked out from his cargo pants. Of the three, he looked most out of place, shifting uncomfortably as if he didn't really want to be there. The penguin spoke.
"See? I told ya! I can smell beer a mile away."
His tone was jovial, and his australian accent was thick. The woman turned to him and shook her head.
"Rock-hopper, if you spent half as much time working on your cases as you did at bars, you'd be a millionaire by now."
The words were critical, but there was a smile in her voice. The french lilt in her speech was noticeable, but not so much as to be distracting. Rock-hopper raised his hands to his chest as if wounded.
"Pardonnez-moi, madame." He butchered the accent, but the words were at least recognizable. "But, if my memory serves, you've been right here with me, Corvus Corax" He stressed her name in mock admonishment. The third man had apparently had enough of the banter.
"Listen, can we get on with this? I haven't got all day."
The penguin shook his head in a silent laugh.
"Dark, you're the only person I know who makes fun a chore. C'mon. I'm buying first round."
Under the big man's urging, the three of them crossed to the bar and ordered drinks, then set up the pool table for a game.
My story arcs: #2370- Noah Reborn, #18672- The Clockwork War, #31490- Easy Money
Sartre once said, "Hell is other people." What does that make an MMO?
She was surprised to see someone her size since most of the people in this city were huge compared to her and this girl.
D Ceet smiled and said "thank you, I will have just a quick drink since it is getting late, make that a Blackcurrant and Lemonade".
(OOC D Ceet is small, dark haired and neatly dressed in a jacket and skirt, she is also an Illusion/Storm Summoning controller, and her temper like the storms can be temporamental ).
(OOC sorry didnt realise this was a new day, but assume that she comes back tomorrow. 
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"Pardon me, but here's your order, Nice to see another sistah, and the hair is fine!"
The voice behind Isis caused her to jump. She turned and smiled at Gal, "Hey Girl, thanks. It's nice t'see you too." she pauses a moment, "Got time for a break sistah?"
((OOC: Manion, Gal had told Beth to "lose" your bill, and she would have come up with some excuse not to bring it. Hope that doesn't hurt your feelings 
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Narshawn was accustomed to heroes, some with outrageous costumes, but the appearance of the large black and white creature gave her pause. She needed to get out more, apparently, but her studies occupied a large part of her time.
"Good afternoon," she said by way of greeting as they approached the bar. "May I help you?" Her eyes stayed on the strangely colored man.
"Please be cautious of the felt, sirs and Miss." Narshawn reached behind the bar to remove the cue ball, and handed it to the group. "The tables are quite old. If you wish for anything while in the Pool Room, Gertrude will be through," she pointed to a dark haired woman just coming from a set of swinging doors, delivering an order to another table.
She had trouble looking at anything besides the wildly colored hero ((wild for her experience, she is recently from an enclave where everyone is generally in muted earth tones)). Her stare was apparent, but she tried to be discreet.
((OOC: Narshawn will pour whatever drinks the heroes want, hovering around to the liquors.))
After the group was served, she turned back to the woman with her drink. "Lemonade is a favorite of mine. It is rare that someone asks for it, that I have found. Pardon me for asking, but it is also rare to see another person, my size," her translucent cheeks changed to a darker shade of blue.
((Narshawn wears clothes, which are more her creation than purchased. She is truly made of ice, all her features chiseled and her outfit cracks and reforms constantly. You might notice a chill to your drink, her control is imperfect. Ice Blaster.))
Gal checked the clock on the wall, behind Narshawn. She was happy to see that the young woman had found someone she could talk to, normally she was very reserved.
"I can't leave the grill fer long, sorry," she motioned to the plate Isis had. "You'd be welcome to bring it over though, seats right up on the platform where you could watch me work. I'd love ta have ya keep me company."
She wiped a hand on her towel and held it out to the other woman. "Gal, Gal 'O War, owner and cook. I'm glad ta meet another Sistah, don't see many around this far north."
She noticed the tumbler at Isis' elbow, and smiled. "See you found Fulton's Reserve, hope it's ok. Made by some relatives in Missourah," she winked and laughed.
((OOC: Gal will relish the opportunity to have Isis come up and watch, she is a little proud of her cooking. The conversation would be grand too. Don't sweat the next day thing, luckily, it could as easily be the next day when they speak.))
As D Ceet walked along Oliver Street in Kings Row, she noticed that a new bar/restaurant had opened up. 'This is new' she thought.
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Seems to be packed as well, I wonder what all the interest is. Deciding to take a look inside, she comes into the bar, and orders her favourite drink.
(OOC D Ceet is a young looking 4' 11" 23 yr old, but looks like she's 18, btw this is my first time at writing something like this so if anyone has any tips, please PM me