Like Porn With Disco

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Scene Title Like Porn With Disco
Synopsis Niki's tending bar. Everyone else seems to be out for a drink. Topic? Anime. Blue Hair. Blades. Jobs.
Date June 18, 2009

Old Lucy's


Blue hair at the bar. Not behind it, but in front of it. Abigail in a turtleneck, neon blue hair piled up in a loose french twist, jeans, and enjoying a swamp sludge. Unless you know her, one is likely expecting a nice pleasing ginger shade or blonde. She's here post psychologist meeting, unwinding and enjoying familiar company. She's parked at the very end by Niki's corner of the bar, heels kicking on the stool rungs in time to the music. Promiscuous girl, wherever you are, i'm all alone and it's you that I want She's writing something down on a notepad. Promiscous boy, you already know, that i'm alone. What you waiting for. It's a raucus evening. "We're starting plebotomy classes soon" This spoken to Niki.

Not his usual haunt, Raquelle still chooses to visit the bar. He's a sight to behold as usual, even though he's toned it down a bit so he doesn't embarrass anybody he might know (okay, his daughter stole his glittery eye shadow, but still). He's sleeveless, a dark blue almost black meshed top with a mock turtle neck, it is practically see through, and a pair of fitted black leather pants, dark blue and black docs on his feet and a black leather jacket tossed on for 'modesty' sake. His head stops to bob though as he hears the music, shoulders wiggling from time to time as he slips into the bar, eyes covered by shades even though he is inside, piercings in (even the ones on his chest) and black hair is sporting a dark blue streak in his usual emo fringe as he makes his way towards the bar.

Adam enters the bar in a small group. He's apparently been on a tirade, "I swear, those Brazilians, it's not even fair. England used to reign over football like it was their calling." he shakes his head a bit. With him is Kaylee and a few nondescript men. One who might bear description is Michael, whom…no one other than Kaylee here has seen before, so…he's just some tall guy with brown hair. Anyway, Adam goes on, "You know, I think they killed a player once for miscoring a goal. Savages."

Bringing some empty bottles over to discard, Niki glances at Abby with her umpthteen odd look.. it's the hair.. it can't be helped. "What classes?" The stare she gives her is the classic 'Niki is concerned about you' stare. "What exactly happened last night again? If I can ask?" This is not your typical Abby. This is not your typical friend. Isn't that how the song goes? She grabs a mug and fills it with a house brew, then another. She nods with a smile to Raquelle and nods towards Abby, "This hair your doing?" Another nod is given to Adam as he walks in with Kaylee. A brief pause by Niki as there's something about him that triggers in her brain, but she doesn't get much more than that.

Kaylee kinda hangs at the back of the group looking a mix of amused and bored as Adam rants on. Eyes roll skyward and she smirks. "You know Adam.. your speakin' greek to to me. I mean.. When you talk about football I think of big burly men in tight spandex and shoulder guards." The woman at the bar seems familiar, but the blue hair throws her off for a moment. When it clicks, Kaylee stops and stares. Her jaw drops a touch as she starts to say something, but seems to be speechless. There is a shake of her head, "Abigail?!?"

"Plebotomy. Learning to take blood, work with needles, that sort of thing. Lord knows that I hate them enough on myself, I hope I can learn to poke others with th…" There's the exclamation of her name and it startles the defunct healer enough to turn her in her seat and look to see who called out for her. Nope, that didn't sound like raquelle as there were no flowery nicnames tacked on and there's.. well there's Adam and… crap, Kaylee is with him. Oh girl what are you doing with him. But Kaylee and the voice match, at least in Abigails mind. She waves and looks over at Niki. "There's some Cherry Ales in the back of the cooler below. Might as well get one out. The blonde man will want one"

Okay, now. Raquelle is a hairdresser, most people don't guess upon first looking at him, but he is. So he looks at people from their hair down, unless however they are bending over and then it is from the - anyhow, the point is, he is momentarily distracted by Adam and his entrance. "Mmm, daddy'll buy you a new pair of glittery shoes if you'll be my good witch glinda…mrowl." This is murmured under his breath. He pinches himself and quickly shakes his head around the same time he's addressed by Niki. "Nope! I have a gay dwarf, bad Raqi, Bad - hey honey, what hair?" He turns to see Abby and does a double take

This is when his eyes widen and his lips form a tiny 'o' of surprise and he just stares for a few moments. "The blue man group ain't got no spots for girls, no matter HOW perfect their little holy kissed by the lord asses might look in spandex, what the BLUE dabba dee fuck?!" His hands flutter a bit up to his face, shiny black and blue nails glinting a bit as he snatches off his shades, eyeliner rimming his eyes (duh). Hands now go to his mouth as he just stares. "You let someb-I-oh god…did you at least do a creamy kinda conditioner rinse?!"

Adam shakes his head when Kaylee talks about American football, "Well, it's sort of like a pussified rugby-.." and then she calls out Abigail's name. He does look over and there she is…all…different. Where did she get that hair and those nails? But these are questions for friends, so all he does is say, "Hallo Abigail." in a polite way, then walks passed her and up to the bar and his various patrons do the same. Now comes Niki. Oh ho ho. Who's this then. He runs through the various people it could be in his mind. Tracy wouldn't wear that. And Jessica wouldn't bartend when she could be out killing, which just leaves…"Hallo, Niki…been a while."

There's a smile creeping up on Niki's face as Raquelle makes a grand entrance. All talk of needle-stabbing, which my appeal to Jessica is forgotten by Niki as she tilts her head with Adam's greeting. "Adam. It has been quite a while." She gives Kaylee a nod for a greeting as well. At Abby's suggestion, she exits briefly to return with the ale requested and sets it inside the cooler before she turns back to Adam and Kaylee. "Can I get you something?" She does have a job to do, no matter how much entertainment might be provided between the hairdresser and .. whatever it is Abby is supposed to be now.

There is a small frown and a slight tilt of Kaylee's head as if she heard something interesting. There is a glance to Adam before she veers off toward Abigail. Leaning up against the bar near her and getting a closer look t hte hair color. "Girl.. I /love/ the hair. I've always wanted to mine a nice bright cherry red.. or even…" She leans close to Abby and whispers as if its a big secret. "Neon pink." Raquelle grabs her attention and she gives the guy an amused once over, suddenly feeling under dressed in her flannel shirt, t-shirt and jeans. She nods and grins at him and then turns her attention to Niki when Adam seems to know her, nodding to her when glanced at. "Yeah.. just a coke."

"Mr. Monroe" Abigail inclines her head before turning her attention to Raquelle. "Nope. No super creamy conditioner. You can touch it if you want. I know you want to" She gives a one cornered smile to the perky punky empath. "Neon pink. Wow. I could see you with that. Kaylee this is Raquelle, Raquelle this is Kaylee. We've handed out soup on Staten Island together. Raquelle here, can make that dream come true. He's a stylist. Even does house calls for the right money" There's a soft little smile given to the other man. "I was drunk. Don't ask. She did it before I could stop her and now she's gone and I'm stuck with blue hair till she comes back to change it" If he hurt her I will kill him. When her eyes flicker back to Kaylee and her cheek. "They got a first aid kit in the back. You had anyone take care of that for you?

Raquelle's eyes flick to Adam and then back to Abigail and then over to Kaylee and then to Niki. "Oh honeybuns, look at me…I am so under dressed, it ain't fair for all of ya'll to be so gooorgeous." He concentrates on the topic of his hair dressing skills. "Why the hell you'd both want to look like two little Anime junkie's wetdreams, I will never know." He points at Abby. "Come see me some time before the week is out for a deep condition, okay? I don't want you getting hair damage because you've got a delicate constitution when it comes to liquor." Then he just sighs and shakes his head, turning to the bar to order a drink. "Please, my dear lord…a Moscow Mule, or somethin' like that. You know. Ginger ale, Vodka, more vodka than Ginger ale? If it is doable? If not just a beer…"

Adam appears to be considering asking Niki some questions, but he lets it go for now, "Just the cherry beer, Ms. Beauchamp mentioned." then he glances towards the flamboyant Raquelle. He eyes him for a moment, sizing him up a bit and then, decides, to ask the question that is on his mind, "What's anime? Is that a new drug?" he appears to be quite serious about it.

Another glance towards Adam, Niki nods and retrieves his drink, sliding it in front of him. She retrives a Coke for Kaylee. Then she grins at Raquelle and moves to make his drink as well. "Maybe I should do mine a nice neon green. Go with the flow, isn't that how it goes?" She's teasing, of course. She gives Raquelle what he orders and sets it in front of him. Otherwise, she's staying out of this particular discussion.

Arching a brow she glances at Raquelle again. "Nice to meet you, Raquelle. And don't worry, I imagine turning my hair hot pink would upset a few people." Her hand reaches up to touch her healing cheek when mentioned by Abigail, a smirk tugging up the corner of her mouth. "This? Naw. It's good. Just gotta heal at this point. But I will say, never let a man wearing a ring back hand you," making it sound all par for the course. Adam's words make her lean over the bar a bit so that she can look down the way at him. "You… have never heard of Anime? Seriously Adam.. Google. It will be your best friend." She gives him a big toothy grin and a wink. "Just make sure you have your parental filters on or else you'll get a hell of an eye full." She leans away from the bar to find Michael. "Hey.. Micheal.. You know what it is right? You explain it to him."

That delicate constitution was.. nigh unto alcohol poisoning. But Abigail won't complain. "I'll come tomorrow. You can pester me then. Girl can faun over it too" She looks at Kaylee. "He's a dad, two very cute daughters" She looks over her shoulder to Adam, and that question from any other person might have been met with incredulity, but not from the former Healer. "Cartoon. Japanese cartoons. They have all kinds" she's being nice. See. It's not the end of the world. She's not running and calling cops.

Michael looks up as Kaylee addresses him and rolls his eyes, "It's cartoons." he says as if this explains everything. Michael is apparently quite a matter of fact individual. Adam, for his part, listens to the several explanations and says, ,"Ah.." he thinks back to his recent time in Japan and thinks it makes a bit of sense. Those cartoons did seem a bit different from Woody Woodpecker and the Flintstones and what have you. He shrugs a bit as he takes a long drink of his cherry beer, "Ah.." he says, "Tastes like cherries."

Raquelle just has to stare at Adam for a few moments, eyebrows raising a fraction as he looks the man over, most like undressing and redressing him with his eyes before his lips twist in a smirk and he accepts his drink from Niki, blowing a kiss and winking at the woman. "Ya'll are just trying to make me go prematurely grey." He rolls his eyes before tapping a glossy nail against his glass, looking from person to person as he answers Adam on his own time.

"Mmm, Anime. Imagine her?" He points to Abigail. "With eyes as big as golf balls, tits as big as beach balls and a skirt just barely long enough to keep all the little Japanese boys and lesbians from peeping at her panties." Then he flicks his wrist. "Then imagine her going around going…" And he smoothly slips into Japanese, speaking it with a Japanese accent in fact, "I shall smite you with my lovely disco stick of fairy moon power. Watch me spin, spin, spin better than Donna Summer's disco balls."

Back to English, with a snort. "Trust me, I'm too intrigued about the fact that unlike madonna, I'm sure your carpets match your drapes to lead you astray. To call them mere cartoons is like calling a Samurai a knight in a bathrobe." Then he points to Kaylee. "Fire your pimp sugarlips." Then he sips his drink, closing his eyes and swaying to the music.

Niki smirks at Adam as me describes the drink as 'cherries', though she doesn't say anything to him. She picks up a rag and moves around to start cleaning up the recently vacated tables. She moves over near Kaylee, "Someone slapped you?" That concerns her though she doesn't know the girl at all, that maternal instinct kicks in along with a touch of Jessica's killer instinct as her counterpart flashes her a little thought, which causes her to pause for just a moment before she starts wiping down the bar.

Kaylee wrinkles her nose at Micheal. "Some help you are." She leans back against the bar with a heavy sigh of patience. "Does he now?" Raquelle gets a smile and then a laughs at his impression. "That right there was perfect." She glances at Adam and motions her head at Raquelle. "That's Anime. Wait.. what? Fire my pimp?" Chuckling she shakes her head. "No. I'm not /that/ desperate. Just a bad date that couldn't understand the word 'No'." Niki gets a thank you as the coke arrives, picking it up to take a drink. She nods at Niki's question. "Yeah, I guess I didn't know when to shut my mouth." Course normally, she doesn't have to worry, she could just make them stop.

Adam blinks at Raquelle while his goons start to debate baseball, which has no interest to Adam. Michael even gets in the conversation so he doesn't have to explain anything about modern popular culture to Adam. "So…Anime is porn…porn with disco?" he shakes his head a bit as he takes another drink of his beer, "I suppose I wouldn't call that a cartoon." he glances at Abby for a moment, briefly imagining her with huge eyes and big tits and shakes his head, "Sometimes, I don't understand this world."

Okay, Raquelle's spent too much time with the girls, acting out like he did. THe look from Adam though and there's a raise of brows. Blonde brows that don't match the hair. She lets them talk though, keeping an eye on everyone, shifting towards the group she's with when a customer comes up to the bar and stands a little too close for 'smurfette's' liking.

Raquelle ahhs softly to Kaylee and just looks vaguely concerned before looking back between Adam and Niki. She looks back to Adam finally. "Mmhm, yes. Basically." Then his attention goes to Abby when she moves and he throws back the rest of his drink, licking his lips and brushing his fringe out of an eye as he rolls his shoulders. "Excuse me lovelies…" He gift starts coloring his words, wrapping around them and carresing them as he moves away from the group to brush against the customer in question, lowering his voice a bit. "Just feelin' like getting my dance on, after all." He shakes his head a bit and continues on his way.

A second glance is given to Adam as he describes 'anime', which she's not all that familiar with and figures that she doesn't need to know much more than that. Niki also determines that it probably wasn't Adam who smacked Kaylee around, or she wouldn't be talking about it so forthrightly with him around. "Well, if you need any help with that, you let me know. I know someone who is looking to get out for a little bit." This might be one of those few reasons that Niki will let Jessica walk the street again. She walks behind the counter, keeping an eye on Abby's stalker.

"Pretty much Adam. Tentical monsters, scantily clad school girls, and gender switching.." Yes, Kaylee knows these things, her tone very matter of fact, "list goes on and on and is all very disturbing on many levels." Kaylee glances at Abigail as she scoots over and then to Raquelle as he brushes against the customer. A glance to Abigail she locks her eyes on the customer and leans over passed Abby to touch the man's arm and says softly. "I think you should go with him." What she says to the man, makes sense. He would feel he /should/ go with Raquelle and dance. She leans back again with a soft sigh and glances at Niki. "Thanks.. not sure he'll be a problem. Probably already got another girl. I mean.. he did threaten to kill me, but I figure it was just words since he got his face smashed into a bar by someone." She grins and shrugs.

Adam watches this all transpire with an arched brow, "Wow. That's….a little over the top." he comments before taking another sip of beer. "Seems like it'd be easier just to hit him." but his gaze isn't on the man, or Kaylee, but the originator of the odd persuasion tactics that appeared to occur and concentrates on Raquelle. He studies the man as he sips his beer. He's on the lookout for things such as this and he makes a mental note about it. He puts the bottle back down back on the bar top and says to Kaylee, "Why would you watch things like that?" once again, calling her taste into question.

Thank you thank you thank you Raquelle. Abby looks relieved. She still doesn't much care for the touching. She's not used to being on this end of the bar, in fact, it's actually illegal for her to be on this side of the bar. But they're not about to toss her out and if cops come, well… It's a simple thing to just switch to stand on the other side and serve drinks. "Need to buy him flowers for his sacrafice"

Raquelle just hooks a finger in the belt-loop of the individual/customer and such, murmuring softly under his breath about music and how it is the language of the soul, he'll be busy for some time, he even orders a nice heterosexual pitcher of beer. Fading into the woodwork so to speak of other patrons.

Watching the two walk off, Niki shakes her head and gives a soft chuckle. She turns to Abby and leans in close to whisper. "You should get that hair fixed, Abby. Do you really need more attention on you after all you've been though?" From one friend to another. She glances over to Adam and Kaylee. "Need another, or are you both doing okay?" She reaches for a couple of mugs and begins to pour two more beers for customers on the floor.

Kaylee grins down at Adam and shrugs, obviously the question doesn't bother her. "I go to college Adam, half the people going there watch it… not to mention most high schoolers. Couldn't avoid it." A glance goes to Abigail, her eyes narrowing a bit and moving to watch Raquelle. Hmm. She glances at Niki and holds up her mostly filled glass. "I'm good, thanks."

"I will Niki, I promise" The blue bird that is Abigail promises. "I should get home. Study" There's a glance to Adam. "There's an envelope, starting next week Mr. Monroe. It's for you. Huruma can pick it up, or you can. I'll be paying you back for the plane tickets and hotel. Take care Kaylee. I got some studying to do before it gets too late" There's a tip laid down for Niki as Abby starts getting ready to go, jacket and messenger back over shoulders and arms.

Adam watches Raquelle going about his business, doing his thing. "Interesting chap." he notes in a vague, sort of distant way. The kind of tone that one has when they're thinking of something else. Then he turns back to the group and rolls his eyes as Abby talks. "Drama queen." he mutters. He takes another drink of beer and says, "No, thanks Niki." he says. Then he turns to Kaylee a moment, "I was under the impression you were actually hardly ever 'at' college."

Raquelle isn't even really overtly flirting at the table he's gotten for himself and his companion, he's just naturally touchy feely! That's it, a touch to the shoulder or brush of some hair behind an ear, wrinkle of his nose as he laughs softly and just shrugs. A look flicks over towards Abby and then back to the man and then, though probably nobody but his friend can hear him, "Oh her? My little sister, oh yeah…it /is/ a rather nice ass. Those run in the family." He chuckles softly, his ability playing hop-scotch over everything that he says, mixing fear with arousal in a totally inappropriate way but he can't help the almost over-protectiveness.

"You know, there was this time…this really hot guy, he had about 4 inches on you I think, any how, he was all up over her because who /wouldn't/ want to shag Grover's hot twin sister. Well, he sadly didn't get to. Yeah. I'm a wiz with a straight edge razor honey bunches of stalky…they /still/ don't know how all nine inches fit neatly down his own throat."

Whatever else Raquelle says, is quieter as he leans in and murmurs close to the man's ear. Then settles back to take a sip of beer. Poor customer…trembling like that has to be bad for the spine.

Leo has many, many talents. He can disarm IEDs without touching them. He can snipe from a distance. He can skin a deer on no time flat. This won't surprise his old room-mate. What may surprise her is that he can actually sing. Admittedly, Leonard Cohen's monotone growl isn't a challenge for anyone that can carry a tune, and it's Cohen's version of 'The Partisan' that he's singing softly to himself. Mostly the French, which presumably he learned phonetically. He's in white t-shirt, dark jeans, loose pale blue workshirt on over that. Presumably to conceal the pistol at the back of his hip. A little gratuitous, considering he is never naturally unarmed. It's Abby he heads for, without a glance to the right or left.

Strange man, coming right for her. What is it with the strange men… Abby turns to grab her messenger bag and the guy beelining for her? Not familiar to her, not in the least and for a moment, there's a look of panic. Unlike the others who just come up, lean on the table, Leonard is doing something different. "Niki…."
Adam, Kaylee, and three or four goons are seated at the bar. Niki is behind it tending to the bar while Abby has just gotten up to leave. Adam is drinking a cherry beer! Raquelle is on the dance floor, putting the moves on some dude. Right now, Adam turns to glance towards the retreating Abby and then look towards Niki, "Out of curiousity….where have you been, Niki? I haven't seen you for…well, months…almost a year."

"Take care Abigail. I do love the hair.. don't let anyone tell you differently." Kaylee slides down to drop into a seat near Adam, and slaps a hand to her chest all dramatic like, leaning against him only briefly. "Oh.. Adam. That cuts deep." She shoot him a matter of fact look as she sits up straight again, " Of course I go… Maybe, not right at the moment, but come the Fall I go back." She glances over her shoulder at Raquelle looking amused, til she hears Adam address Niki.

Niki raises a brow towards where she hears Raquelle speaking with the man who walked off with him. Adam's question is a good one. Where has Niki been? Well, that's quite the question right there. "Oh, been doing a little of this and that. I mean, not much to tell really. My life is usually fairly dull." she lies to Adam. Jessica feeding her a little of this and that, things Niki's almost certain she'd not care to know as she gives Adam an odd look before she hears her name and swivels her gaze to Abby and the man approaching her. She sets down her towel and prepares to move from behind the counter if necessary. "Something I can get you, sir?" she asks Leonard trying to steer him away from her friend.

"I'm just here to see Abigail. She and I roomed together briefly. Will you tell her her old room-mate is here?" Leo's voice is almost accentless, save for the faintest tinge of Brooklyn. His posture is lazy, at ease, and he has an inexplicable aura of being pleased with himself. Like this is all a big joke he's putting over on those gathered. He stands with a particular cocky cant to his stance, not quite spoiling for a fight.

Adam turns his head when Niki does. He glances at Leonard and purses his lips thoughtfully. He's seen this man before, but he can't quite place him. He leans against the bar a moment, though and decides to watch the action. He doesn't appear to be in any particular readiness to step in, in fact, he looks quite like he doesn't think anything of particular significance is about to happen. Instead, he flicks Kaylee's ear idly, just…just because.

Raquelle pauses for a moment, looking back over towards Abby questioningly and then raising his voice to address the woman. "Hey babyblue!" He mimes a phone by his ear. "Call me when you get home." Is mouthed emphatically. He throws back the rest of the beer, leaning in to kiss full on the mouth the fear struck man and pat his cheek with a soft snicker. "Be good now, I hear for every 10 pounds you lose, you gain 4 inches…work real real hard and maybe the blue fairy one day you'll become a /real/ man!" Loud laughter with genuine joy and amusement flickering through the tones, he gives a little pelvic thrust and blows a kiss before tossing his hair and with a sashay start, making his way out, leaving behind a shell shocked man and half a pitcher of beer. Isn't that always the way. He has a gay dwarf to call. So out he goes.

Leonard was never her roommate. Alexander was her roo… oh.

Oh.

Helena had warned her and there IS that pose. Even changed, there's STILL that pose. Abandoned, for the moment, is the thought of homework. "He's okay Niki!!" Such enthusiasim as her bag is dropped and she's launchng herself at the Leonard, wrapping her arms around him and nearly knocking him over.

"I Will Raquelle!" Called over Leonards shoulder to the departing stylist

Kaylee turns at the arrival of Leonard and her brows lift. Well /hello/ there. She turns as well to watch the show, grinning as Abigail launches herself at Leonard. The flick on her ear makes her duck down and cover her ears. She gives him a bit of a glare and fights the urge to stick her tongue out at him like a little girl. "Hey hey.. I am allowed to look at least. Sheesh Adam.. You'd think your my dad.. " Not that she's /know/ what that's like, but she had seen TV shows. Rubbing at her poor abused ear she turns her attention back to the scene, noticing Raquelle departing form. "Nice to meet you, Raquelle." She calls over the crowd.

And Leo, in turn, wraps his arms around Abby, whirls her around. "Hey there, sweetheart," he says, merrily, expression a far cry from its usual dour near-scowl. "What'd you do to your hair?" he says, putting her at arms' length for a moment to get a better look at her.

Okay then. Seems that Abby's friend is good after that initial freakout by Abby, so Niki relaxes again. She's beginning to wonder if perhaps coming back was the best idea. Seems that everyone is trying to drag her into whatever they're doing and she really just wants to be left alone. Attention back to Adam and Kaylee and she shakes her head at their antics. "What about you, Adam? What is it you are up to these days?"

Adam turns his attention back towards Niki, apparently the fond reunion no longer interests him. He finishes off his beer and says, "Oh, just looking to put my ducks in order, make sure I hit the ground running, that sort of thing." which means…well, what he just said was a bunch of catch phrases that when put together means absolutely nothing. But in the end, he looks towards Niki, "So…this…this is your new thing, huh?"

"I got drunk, someone dyed it oh sweet blessed Jesus but I prayed for you and I'm so happy that you're back I could just squeeze you to death, oh oh you are far to skinny!" It's been a far cry to see Abigail this happy and squealing. "Coffee, we should go for coffee. You need to tell me where you are so I can stuff you full of food and make sure you're living well and oh sweet heavenly lord he's answered one of my prayers"

Shaking her head a bit after listening to Leonardo and Abigail talking she turns back to the bar, deciding the other two' might have a more interesting conversation. She finishes the last of her coke and tilts her glass up more to slide a piece of ice into her mouth to crunch on.

Leo bows, a little theatrically. "I'm entirely at your convenience, doll," he says, with that mocking half-smile. Like a lazy demon sneering at all the pomp and circumstance in the court of the Prince of Darkness. He loses the smirk and looks a little uncomfortable at the question of where he lives. "Here and there, angel. No fixed abode." He's awfullly clean and well-dressed for a homeless guy, isn't he?

"Coffee" Everyone is sadly ignored, in lieu of Alexander/Leonard. Missing pseudo brother trumps immortal, crazy lady and telepath. Her meessenger bag is scooped up, hand grasping at his arm and the jacket there. "Coffee. Come. My treat. By Niki! Kaylee! Mr. Monroe!"

Keeping her eyes on Abby and Leonard occasionally, Niki gives Adam a shrug. "Not sure what exactly my thing is, but if there has to be one, I guess for now this is it. It pays and I'll be able to get a place soon. I'm sure Abby will rest better once I'm moved out. At least I know I would be." She shakes her head at him, giving a wave towards Abby and Leonard as they leave. "Be careful. I'll see you when I get home." she hollars after them, before turning back to Adam. "So, all that 'hitting the ground running' shit.. I have no idea what that means. Is there something specific you are doing?" She glances briefly at Kaylee as if she might have something to enlighten her about Adam's latest activities.

Adam shrugs a moment, "I'm not sure you'd be interested, Niki." he says in response, "If I recall, the cloak and dagger business was never really your thing…" he trails off so that there's a more to the sentence. To Kaylee, it might not make any sense, but surely Niki can pick up on the fact he's alluding to Jessica. At any rate, he says, "I'm trying to keep a low profile and get my business affairs in order. And I suppose, I'm picking up a few friends along the way." motioning lightly towards Kaylee.

Staring off a bit, Kaylee just kinda listens to the mental murmurings of the room letting her mind touch this person and that. A glance from Niki and a motion of a hand from Adam makes her stop spying and pay attention to the conversation. "What?" She asks as if she isn't sure why she's the center of things suddenly. She starts to brush Adam's mind to see what the converation is about, but stops herself.. Manners Kaylee.
Leonard merely links arms with Abby, in an oddly courtly and old-fashioned gesture, and lets Abby lead him where she lists.

The last week or two have been plenty filled with Jessica filled hints. Most hoping they never have to deal with that side of the triad that is Niki. "Nah. Not really my thing. I will be happy to just tend bar or find some other normal occupation for a while. I'm staying out of the rest of this mess that everyone seems to be going on about." She leans over, her elbows on the counter as things are slowing down inside the bar. "It's kind of nice to just be.. normal for a change." Well, as normal as someone like her can be.

Adam chuckles as he leans back in his seat. "Normal's over rated." he pauses a moment and then says, "But, it's good that you're happy…or satisfied…or whatever adjective you would use." he tilts his head, "I wouldn't imagine bartending is your life's work though. What else do you want to do?"

Kaylee relaxes some when she realizes she's not the center of it like she thought. Blue eyes flick between the other two curiously. A half smile is offered to Niki. "Abigail saidi she was gonna put in a good word for me here. So who knows, might end up working together. Seems like a cool enough place to work." Fishing another piece of ice from the glass she pops it in her mouth.

What is it she /wants/ do to? Besides have her husband and child back? Be a mother and a wife? That's not really the question she wants to be asking. "I'm happy to just not to be shot at, kidnapped, or controlled. Tending bar is looking really nice right about." she says as she looks to Kaylee with a grin. "It's not bad work. I have only been here a few days, but it gets me a paycheck. And I'm sure someone as cute as you will get plenty of tips." Niki smiles to Kaylee as she asks. "You two need anything else here?"

Adam nods a bit, "Well. I suppose that's one way of looking at it." he pauses and then stands from his seat, "No, I'm good Niki." he lays some money on the bar to cover the drinks for his crew, which includes Kaylee and some tip money, "Take care of yourself. I'm sure I'll see you about." his men start to gather themselves up, "Kaylee, you coming or are you going to stay out a bit more?"

"No, I'm good Niki. Thanks though." Setting the glass down, she hops off the barstool and grins at the other woman. "Here's hoping, huh? I could definitely use the job," she says crosses her fingers on both hand. She glances at Adam. "Your my ride, of course I'm comin' hold up." Takin a few steps backwards she waves at Niki. "Nice meeting you either way." That said she turns and hurries off after Adam. "Okay… since I'm gonna have to listen to you rant about football.. explained to about the foriegn football.. soccer stuff."

Watching the pair walk off, Niki pushes up off the counter and goes back to wiping things down. As she does her job, Niki starts to wonder what it is she's actually doing here, working this bar, instead of helping out those who need her. She shakes it off after only a few moments. She utters her most recent chant, "I've done my share. I've done my share. I'm not getting involved." She's pulled from that when someone comes up and asks her for a beer, which she gladly gives.


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