On Proper Handling Of Flammable Substances


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Scene Title On Proper Handling Of Flammable Substances
Synopsis There are a few topics to cover. Abby. Logan. Violence. Sex.
Date March 3, 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.

The bar has closed for the night and Isabelle is finally home, just for a day or two. Away from the craziness of Staten Island for a brief time, Isabelle is happyily sitting ontop of the bar, wearing her dark mini skirt and red tank top along with her boots, the calf high ones. Izzy is the only person in the bar at the moment, she looks at a clock on the wall. He isn't late.. yet.

Honestly, Teo knows better than to be late. His figure blinks in through the plateglass of Old Lucy's facade, yellow light reflecting off the slate fabric of his trousers and the leather of his sleeve. She isn't the only one who's taking a break from Staten. Just a few days. They aren't all sponsored by Federal bureaus; going across the Hudson is neither cheap nor instantaneous. "Buona sera." He crooks the pyrokinetic a grin, pushes the door the rest of the way open with his shoulder. There's a new bruise on his jaw in addition to the ones he'd been sporting back on Staten. "Lovely 's ever, signorina. How are you?"

"I am good, thanks." She says and grins widely at the Italian. "You know what your language does to me." Isa winks and crosses her legs as she waits for Teo to come closer. "My.. what happened there?" motioning towards the face. "Been fighting?"

Teo covers the distance to the bar on steady strides, sits himself on the stool by her bar, just a little distance from her knee. He pops the button of his jacket collar and then grasps the zipper, lets the lapels loose in the interest of not burning up before the pyrokinetic so schedules it.

"I wish," he admits, glancing down the angle of his own cheek, reflexively following her gesture despite the fact that he really can't see his own face from this angle. "More like I ought-a' watch my mouth around my elders. The man who got caught investigating Abby's kidnapping, under the Happy Dagger? I said something I shouldn'tve." There's a wry smile there, crooked, honest rue. Deckard's been through a lot.

"Ah, well you should have just called me to come with you. Things would have turned out differently." Izzy says to Teo and stretches her body out, her tank top riding up before she lowers it back down. "Brian told me that he has Abby, I was just there a little bit ago. Taking care of some business." What business remains a mystery. Isabelle looks at Teo, "Is it healing alright?" his face she means. "And it doesn't hinder your looks at all, in case you were wondering." She winks at the Italian man.

He had been, a little. Teo's otherwise immovable vanity does occasionally cede a small inch when he's completely pulverized by a hydrokinetic at sea. There's a fragment of a smile at that. "Grazie. I was beginning to worry." He sits his cheek on his fist, watches the woman and her clothes. Or the woman inside her clothes, as the appropriate verbiage may be. "He's given Abby to somebody else, now. Moved her. There are a few people who are going to come and play."

The pyro always puts on a show when she is watched. She crosses her almost bare legs and bounces a foot up and down. Her chest is poked out just a tad and looks at Teo with a grin. "Are you asking me to come play too?" the statement obviously has a double meaning. "Because this Logan guy.. he's going down." Isabelles tosses her hair behind her back.

"Their cages are, anyway," Teo replies, after a protracted moment. The syllables seem to drag their feet when he says them, curt, deeper in his throat than it ought to have been. He's Italian. he has a temper. "I don't know about putting a hit on the guy.

"If somebody wants to do it, they have my blessing, but that's a war front I'm not personally interested in fighting on. Call me heartless. Si." Belated answer. He crooks a grin of his own. "You should help. Somebody was talking about a gas bomb. Your ability would interact well with that."

"Well then slap my ass and call me Izzy." That means: I'm in. Translated from Isabelle-talk. "Hmm war.. might come afterwards. I'm sure with time that will change in the near future." Izzy places her hands on either side of herself, "He has /no/ idea what he has brought down upon himself."

The woman grins wickedly. Mmm she likes the mentioning of a bomb. "Oh yes, I would b very good with helping with that." Isabelle lifts a hand and each finger lights on fire, one by one and then she places her hand back on the bar after she puts them out. "Staten Island is slowly becoming like my home, making a name for myself there I guess." Izzy chuckles, that's what happens when you beat up the locals.

It is. Particularly when you look like Izzy doing it. Teo barks out a short, bitter laugh: hyena humor. "Signorina, while I respect the whole reputation-building and word-of-mouth thing— honest, I do. While we're in, I'm pretty sure disguises should be in order. Don't want this shit coming back to Old Lucy's. He has more bodies to expend than you do. He'll hurt, though," the laugh goes out of his eyes. The line of his mouth falls flat. "Later." A beat's pause. "You thinking about setting up shop there?"

"Are you saying I have to cover up?" Isabelle pouts and then shrugs playfully. "That can be done for Abby." She looks at Teo. "Like I said before, keep speaking that Italian to me. You might not walk out that door tonight." She gestures to the front door and chuckles softly. "No we don't want this coming back to Old Lucy's you're right." She doesn't mention that if /any/ of Logan's men tried to push themselves in her territory.. things wouldn't go well for them. It certainly helps that most of the staff at Old Lucy's is Evolved.

When asked of setting shop.. Isabelle grins and shakes her head. "Once this is all over, I may visit every once and a while but other than that. Nope, love the main land I guess." She says and grins.

The tip of Teo's thumb loops over his cheek, trailing over his features, scritching. "Either cover up or there's a guy I know who could change your face. Temporarily. I can see if he's willing to lay down a little bit of a false trail, though I think the idea is, Muldoon and his butt-boy don't fucking care to look." His eyes thin, brighten, rue slanting his mouth sheepishly. "'M a little taken, these days. My loss," he concedes easily, palms up, surrender.

"We'll see about the face changing." Izzy doesn't want to alter her face, that's only if things get too crazy. Isabelle's hand goes over to ruffle Teo's head. "Aw whoever that has you is very special. But remember, there's always a place here for you." Izzy winks and grins at Teo. It's just the never ending flirting game she plays with everyone that's all. The bartender waves her hand, "I'm sure that one night, when you are less occupied you'll come by and see me for a visit.."

Dismissed by the Queen, the pauper picks himself up with what passes for a graceful inclination of his head. The scrub of her fingers on the top of his bristly, short-shaven head invites a crooked half a grin. "I won't forget," he replies, yanking his jacket straight in the loose curl of a cold-fingered hand. Flirting is a game that comes with little chance of loss, as far as he's concerned; he's better at than at relationships, by far. "Buona notte, Isabelle. Thank you for all your help.

"It'll be good to see Abby behind this fuckin' bar again. Someday." Some part of Teodoro doubts that the young healer is going to be returning to her old life in all of its minutiae, but as long as he's being optimistic, there's that. He ducks his head, drops a kiss on the tip of her knee, turns for the door.

March 2nd: Lost
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