Heal And Run


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Scene Title Heal and Run
Synopsis Veronica unknowingly enters the domain of a healer, namely the Nun of Old Lucy's and gets a little something extra with her Martini. Good or Bad? Who knows.
Date March 23, 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.

Old Lucy's it's called, though there's nothing old about it. It's between bar performances right now so the ladies aren't up and gyrating or throwing alcohol around and people of all legal ages - likely a few who managed to slip in with fake ID's as well - are milling about, crowding the bar at one end and otherwise enjoying themself this nice evening. Brenda the redhead is behind the bar, showing off with some bartending tricks for a hot blonde guy at the bar as she's known for doing, there's a tall curvy brunette working the far end, but the closest end is the least crowded part. The blonde working there is not as fast of the others, nor as at ease as the rest. Need we says she's also not anywhere near as provocatively dressed as them, with a little golden cross danlging over a drink as she mixes it then passes it over with a polite smile. One of these things is not like the other.

Veronica walks into the bar, looking curiously around. She laughs a little, having apparently not quite realized what kind of bar and dancing there was within, but gives a shrug and approaches the bar, sliding into a bar stool with a small wince. Perhaps jogging around earlier wasn't the best idea after all. Her lower lip is also split, the already full mouth swollen. She glances at the redhead and nods. "Extra dirty martini, please," she says politely when she gets her attention.

It's like coyote ugly, only, it's not. "Nun! Extra dry Martini" Veronica's in between the two of them, and it seems, that the Company Agent is being passed over to Abigail. Likely because Brenda's still too enamoured with blondie. "Welcome to Old Lucy's. Call me nun, or Abby" It's rote, and there's a hint of a smile from the gaunt blonde behind the counter. "One extra dry Martini" Her blue eyes drop to Veronica's split lip. "EIther that's a nasty doorknob, or I hope youg ave as good as you got if not more"

"Extra dirty," Veronica corrects, "Or just dirty if a nun can't make it extra dirty," she adds in a quip. She brings her hand up to her lip at Abby's comment and shakes her head with a laugh. "I try not to fight with doorknobs. They're not enough of a challenge." She smiles, though it probably hurts her to do so, and reveals dimples on either side of her swollen mouth. "Don't worry. You don't have to call the cops on a wifebeater or anything."

"I had a broken nose one time, and I kept running into an FBI officer. He kept accusing me of staying with a husband who was beating me. Didn't matter how much I told him that no, I had an accident with my scooter and he could look up the police report, he just.. kept assuming" Which translates into no not gonna call the cops. "I can take care of it for you, so you can enjoy your Martini without needing to be careful" Abby goes about, gathering the things needed to make the drink for Veronica, even with the dirty look Brenda throws Abby whens he hears the woman offer up the healing.

Veronica arches a brow at that. "You can take care of it for me? Do you offer this to all your clientele with bruises and scrapes?" she asks curiously."I'd assume if so, you're Registered? It wouldn't be long before you told someone who was a cop or someone connected to 'em." She watches the blonde prepare her drink, feigning an interest that is merely curious and not professionally motivated.

"Not to every customer, no, and yes, I am" There's a glance down towards the drink and hesitance when she answers about being registered. "I don't advertise is all, and it's just.. it's a lip. And I hate seeing people hurt when I can do something about it" through the steps Abby goes for Veronica's drink. "Don't have to take it. It's just an offer" Brian would be turning over in his grave right about now if he heard her. "Just don't go screaming it at the top of your lungs that I did, that's all I ask" Her voice low for just the two of them.

The brunette smiles at the offer. "I appreciate that. But… can you take only one thing and not another, or is it all or nothing? I have some broken ribs, and I wouldn't want you to heal more than you meant… if it you have to take on the pain or something…" Everyone's power works differently, and Veronica doesn't know if the healer has to take her injuries unto herself in order to heal them, or just do her mojo and both are right as rain a moment later. "And still no abusive husband, I promise."

Holy.. hell, broken ribs? And she's walking around? There's a glance down and Abby goes up on her tip toes to look over the bar. "How many?" She's mentally calculating what it would take out of her, but regardless, she offers her hand out to the woman. "First hit's free" An attempt at a joke regardless of how unjokingly she's been the last few days. Customers don't care for quiet socially neutral bartenders. Not here. The other hand pushes the Martini over. "But the drinks not free"

"Three," Veronica says slowly. "Don't do it if you can't…" she says a little skeptically but the girl's holding out her hand, and she shrugs. Might as well erase the pain and the weeks of healing it would take her body to mend the injury. She places her hand in the other woman's, and nods toward the drink. "I'll tip big, too," she promises.

"Don't tip me just because of this. I don't take money for this. Not for god's gift" Abby answers. Veronica can't hear her pray, she's taken to lately doing it in her head, but she closes her eyes a moment. Brenda, has taken a break from focusing on the blonde guy to watch Abby and Veronica with caution and worry. Oblivious for the moment, Abby doens't care, and instead the mental block satified, God satisfed with the respect due to him, there it comes all light warmth, the tingle that seems to meander towards her injured ribs and sit there, and the flesh on her lip seaming closed with nary a mark as evidence that it was there. The ribs though, that'll take a bit longer. Abby's blue eyes open and she watches the woman, searching, making sure things are mending smoothly in her eyes.

Veronica's eyes widen as she feels the warmth within her. Her tongue darts out to trace the line of her lower lip, now healed the same night it was suffered. She glances over at Brenda, feeling the redhead watching them, and drops her eyes to her martini, staring into it rather than Abby's blue eyes. Perhaps a touch of guilt for letting the woman heal her.

"They're just worried for me. Alot of people.. covet, what I can do. She doesn't like it when I do it at the bar, not right now at least" She see's the drop of the eyes, and Brenda's gaze. "Just don't kidnap me and hie me off to Staten island and I'm pretty sure she won't try to beat you up" orrrr, meet you in a dark alley and use her ability on you. Come to think of it, Abby's never asked what brenda can do. "Almost done, Try your drink, tell me if I made it okay and i'll be done by the time you put it down" Away goes all the pain, discomfort, wicked off into oblivion so that Veronica's left almost like factory condition, brand new company agent. Abby's weak smile is present, her hand gentle in Veronica's. It feels good to her, on some level to do what's familiar and commonplace. Helping people. Evenw hen she shouldn't for so many reasons.

Nodding to show she understands, and chuckling a little at the Staten Island comment, Vee picks up her drink. "No kidnapping here. Besides, you're doing me a favor. And it's good you have friends to look out for you," she says softly, in a very un-Veronica-like manner. She takes a sip of her martini and nods. "Good stuff. Salty." She grins, and sets the martini back down to dip her fingers into it, finding the stuffed olives inside, popping them into her mouth.

Good stuff. Means for once she made the darned drink right. Abby's hand disengages from Veronica's a few moments after the olives are popped the womans mouth with little interruption. All that she can do for the woman is done and when contact breaks off, so does that oh so nice feeling she produces that had tapered down to nothing anywywas. "Like new" murmured, the only noticeable difference in the woman is a few more lines around her eyes that rest and sleep will take care of and maybe a little less lift of her shoulder.

"Wow. You're very talented," Veronica murmurs, a little surprised, still quiet, still subdued. She tosses back the rest of the martini after glancing at a watch on her wrist. "I hate to be healed and run… but it's later than I thought. Thank you very much," she says to the blonde, looking a little uneasy as she notices the new fatigue that marks the other's face. She pulls a bill out that will cover the drink and quite a bit more and lays it on the bar. "I don't have anything smaller, and I don't have time for you to break it. So if you don't want to accept it all for 'God's work' you can split it with your boss." She winks and gives a nod to Brenda before slipping from the stool, moving more fluidly than she did on the way in — amazing how losing the pain you didn't think you had affects you.

Heal and run. The corner of the blondes mouth turns down in a frown, ready to object but it's Brenda who grabs the bill, shoving it in Abby's jar. "Thank you darling! She says thank you!" Abby just rolls her eyes at the redhead and sighs, shaking her head. Though her blue eyes linger on the retreating Company agent. Worry, and fear surfacing. Did the woman know what she did and come in deliberatly? Or did she make another mistake that she would regret later.

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