BLT,Beer and Irish Coffee


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Scene Title BLT, Beer and Irish Coffee
Synopsis Jezebel and Tony check up on Abby. The visit doesn't go as well as hoped.
Date March 24, 2009

Old Lucy's

Old Lucy's has a vibrant and lively feel to it, from the dark wooden floors to the shady crimson walls lit up by neon lights and many times, the flashing of cameras from the oft-crowded floor. The mirror behind the bar reflects prices of various drinks, bottles lined up, as well as the entire saloon as seen from the bartenders; bolted-down stools line the other side, and there are loose tables and chairs placed all around, though many times they find themselves pushed back for more space within the center of the saloon. A few speakers are placed at strategic places and around a raised stage to the far corner from the bar. Above the counter, an obviously well-used bar is hung; it is this that the girls working will use should there be dancing, which is one reason many patrons choose to come aside from the drinks. Across the bar and near the back, there is a door that leads to the owner's office and just inside a stairwell that leads a apartment on the floor above the bar.

It's just past the lunch hour rush on a chilly New York Tuesday afternoon. Only a few diehard patrons are left in Old Lucy's. So it's a tiny bit surprising when a couple enters the bar, dangerously close together. The woman is wearing a black leather biker jacket and blue jeans. She doesn't waste time, but starts walking right up to the bar.

The man is wearing a heavy jacket, too, and is looking around, curiously. He follows the woman, letting her take the lead for now.

Now there's blue eyes looking up from behind the counter. "Jez?" They flicker briefly to mysterious male behind her. "If your coming to invite me for dinner, I'm not stepping foot on that hell hole of an island anytime soon, so you'll have to come over dinner instead." She's gaining back the weight lost so she doens't scare customers, though it's plain to see she's got some pounds to go.

Jezebel smiles. "Yes, it's me. The strong, silent type with me is Tony. Tony, this is Abby. I think I mentioned her a few times, mostly connected to kicking the FBI. You look like Hell, Abby. Do I need to arrange for shipments of brownies?"

"You'd look like heck too if you'd gone through what I did." Someone had a good morning session it seems. The highlighter is used to mark her place in the book, history from the looks of it, placed to the side and the plate atop of it as she rises, wiping her hands on her jeans. "I just finished the chocolate cake. Brownies would be a welcome way to get some fat back on me, get me back to healing people faster. Coming in for drinks?” Tony. Tony gets a glance from the blonde and a smile. She doesn't know the ferryman and there's not a hand being offered but there is decidedly a friendly nod of her head to him. "Abigail Beauchamp, the Nun of Old Lucy's." Easy enough to see, she's got a cross dangling about her neck, and she's dressed nowhere like the other women who populate the bar behind the counter.

Tony's lips twitch slightly, "A drink would be good." he gives her a smile, "You don't look particularly like no nun to me." He considers the options, "Beer, I guess."

Jezebel chuckles. "Mind, I wasn't blaming you for looking like Hell. I'll take Irish coffee, if you make it. It's cold out there. Brownie shipments it is. I'd hand-deliver them, but I can't always come over here. What don't you like in your brownies? Hmm, maybe I should send some casseroles over too."

"You don't know me Tony, if you did, you'd understand" One beer. A pint glass is grabbed, a tap beer carefully poured for the man. "I'm not picky, and casseroles, I have the freezer space and i'll gladly accept it. Between school and working and Dr. Yee, and SCOUT forever getting battered, I don't forsee alot fo time to cook and it'll give my roommate a break" There, perfect amount of foam. It's placed before Tony, the beer, on a bar napkin. "Irish coffee coming up. How are you Tony? are you both in same line of work?"

Tony pauses, and reaches for his beer, "Not…. entirely…. no." He gives a smile, "You're right though… I don't know that much about you, and Jez's been kind of secretive… so, maybe you oughta spill the beans more about yourself."

Jezebel sits down on a bar stool to wait for the coffee. "Tony is kinda sort into housesitting, Abby. Tony, Abby and I used to be in the same sort of knitting circles. Who the heck is Dr. Yee?"

"Housesitting." That term. Tony's examined in a whole new light now. The name stored away. "Then you might see me a time or two, depending on who's hurt." Jez can explain later. After last night and Veronica, Abby's not going to just outright say what it is she does. "Dr. Yee is someone who's helping me Jez. After Staten Island. I, Tony, am a friend of Jezebel's. I stayed at her home for a couple weeks, when I had to leave my job and abandon my apartment." Coffee, with that little something special extra is brought over to Jezebel. Same deal. "Thanks for helping Richard, Jez. For looking for me. It helped, knowing that friends were looking." A bowl of pretzels are dug up from somewhere behind the bar, the little bag emptied into the plastic dish before them and placed just precisely so between the pair.

Tony nods, very slowly, "Looks like you could use some patching yourself." He gives a faint smile, "You might feel a little better, but I guess you need to let nature take its course."

Jezebel says between sips of her Irish coffee, "You're welcome, Abby. I'm glad Richard found you. Have you spoken to Cat yet? She told me you were missing."

"She was in, the other night. We talked." There's that smile, halfway there at Tony's quip. "What I do, can't help me right now. Be like one step forward, then one step back. No point in asking god to let me do it, if it's not going to do me any good. That's what bacon, time and sleep is going to do. Which house do you sit?" A cup of hot water's poured from a spigot on the side of the coffee maker, the blonde making a cup of tea. "Jez, you seen Elvis?"

Tony takes a swig of beer, "Well…. any friend of Jez's can just ask for my help…" Oooh, it's like that, is it?

Jezebel begins to frown. "I really haven't seen Elvis since she left the house, months ago. I hope she hasn't gone missing." She turns to Tony. "Do you think I should go join the FBI?"

Abby just looks at Tony. Not like he's grown a second head or anything, but like she's trying to figure out what exactly he means by that, and whether he's… nice? He seems nice just. With a puzzled look on her face, Abby goes about making her tea while Jezebel waits for her answer.

Tony goes a bit paler, "Uh… no… no, they'd make you wear a suit all the time, an' chant that mantra of theirs… you know, 'We love Big Brother.' "

Jezebel chuckles wickedly. "You don't think I'd look good in a black suit and mirrored sunglasses? What if I dyed my hair red?"

"They're not all like that." What few she's actually seen that is. This comes from Abby obviously. Defender of everyone and the spark of good that she inherently believes they all possess.

Tony quirks, "Babe, you'd look great with red hair, but the black suit and mirrorshades, not so much." A beat. "Although….." And he gives Jez a look which veers dangerously close to a leer.

Jezebel raises her eyebrows. "I'll think about getting my hair done while we're here and that's final. I just thought of joining the FBI because everyone keeps asking me to find missing people. Abby, Anne sent Claude to look for you. The only reason Brian wasn't out looking was because no one had the wits to tell him. Those people love you to pieces, but the way they don't talk to each other is going to get them killed some day."

"Claude went looking?" Her cheeks a little flushed from Tony's actions and attention to Jezebel, there's a little bit of shock. "Brian knew. Richard found me and I gave him a list of people to find. But yes." Communication has never been a forte of Phoenix. "Wasn't just them that were looking for me. I have a lot of… friends." Blue eyes slant to Tony. "I was kidnapped. Some people held me over on Staten Island for the last month and change, making me heal people." Look, see, not even a shudder! Dr. Yee is good. That and so are pills. "If you join them Jez, you'd have to register. But.. I know someone who you could talk to."

Tony whistles, "Is that so?" His eyes narrow, "Kidnapped, huh? They let you go, or did someone spring you?"

Jezebel grimly says, "She got sprung. If I hadn't been told to be extra quiet, I would have sent some explosives with them."

"Boy was I sprung and Jez, they had enough firepower." There's a frown. "Bullets were flying everywhere. I got hit with one, but they got everyone out. I don't know where everyone else is from there, never got their names" Okay, change of topic, she's not ready to go with an in depth vist down that particular memory lane. "You good with chemistry Jez? I got a bunch of people to help me with history and English, but I'm going to have a bunch of biology and chemistry classes once the new semester starts." Seems like she's standing up for a bit so the plate with the sandwich is brought up to the counter so she can finish eating. She's not actually working. More like she's here, for the safety that the place offers and the noise, instead of a quiet apartment. "Or, you know, you Tony, for that matter. If Jez isn't."

Tony grimaces, "Guns, is it?" He seems a little disappointed, then he answers the question, "No… no, I never managed much of the schooling. Jez just likes me around for my physique."

Jezebel answers, "I, on the other hand, was just getting seriously into genetics when I fell ill. I'll be glad to help you with biology and chemistry, Abby."

At this rate, she'll be the best tutored person in her classes. She smiles again, halfway, before delving into her sandwich to tease a piece of bacon out. "So haircuts, dropping in to see your favourite nun, what else are you both doing before you head back to the hell hole"?

Tony says, “Oh… picking up my mail…. going and seein' some folks." His accent is rather… wandering. All over the place. Probably deliberately. "And I want to show Jez a good time in the big city. Maybe we'll take in a show… See if we can pick up some tickets somehow.”

Jezebel says, "I'm hoping to catch Eve. With the curfew here, I don't know if she still sings or not. I've got mail to grab and tons of blackberry bushes to buy."

Abby's accent remains steadfast. Deep south it reads. Faaaar far south. "Sounds like a busy day for the both of you"

Tony looks amused, "You see, Jez just doesn' know how to kick back and relax." He reaches out to squeeze Jezebel's shoulder, then swigs from his beer, "Nor do you, if you're workin' so much."

Jezebel smiles fondly at Tony. "That's the life of a student for you. Believe me, I'd be relaxed if we had DSL at the house. You'd never get me off World of Warcraft."

Tony's making it little by little into Abby's "confused' pile of people she knows. Relax. Right this moment? Not really an option. "Someday. Likely when I'm dead." It comes off as a little more snippy than it's meant, but Abby gathers up her tea and BLT. "I should go in the back, get some studying in. First history class is tomorrow. You have the number for here, just leave a message when you want to meet up. Tony." There's an inclination of Abby's head. She's all types tense now. "I should go."

Tony tilts his head, giving a relaxed, mellow smile, "Oh, sure…. sorry, we've intruded. I can see that."

Jezebel looks upset, probably because Abby's tensing up. "Go cut throats, Abby. I'm sorry we upset you. I'll try to call before dropping by." She finishes her Irish coffee and puts some bills on the bar. "The last thing I want is to get you in trouble with your boss."

"My boss is in jail Jez." Comes tossed over her shoulder. Tony's ignored, not because he intruded, just, she doesn't quite know how to deal with him. Not right now at least. Through the door to the back, drop off her stuff, then back out to grab her book and soon the blonde is out of sight.

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