Yes to Pretty Snow


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Scene Title Yes to Pretty Snow
Synopsis Odessa enjoys a morning cocktail, because it's 5 o'clock somewhere, and makes small talk with Lucille.
Date March 4, 2010

Old Lucy's

Old Lucy's has a vibrant and lively feel to it, from the dark wooden floors to the black and cream risqué wallpapered 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 back room and owner's office and a stairwell that leads the residence above the floor above the bar.

There isn't anyone in the bar yet, that's because it's not open. The bar's lights are on, but nobody is home. Except for Lucille who was charged with opening on this day. The blonde didn't see any reason to say no so here she is, wiping down tables and then leaning against the bar, waiting until it's time to open to the public.

Dressed in a pair of low rise dark wash denim jeans and a long sleeved black shirt that rises up to her midriff whenever she moves her arms too high, her hair is loose and flowing past her shoulders, the pink streak peeking out at people.

Odessa emerges from the door to the back room. She wears a red sweater dress that falls to her knees over a pair of grey leggings, silver platform heels sounding on the stairs and on the hard floor of Old Lucy's. One hand is a bulky mass of medical tape and metal splints, save for the unbroken thumb. The other hand steadies herself as she pulls herself up onto a stool at the bar next to Lucille.

"Mornin'," Odessa murmurs, rubbing her good hand over her face and then dragging her fingers through her shaggy blonde locks. "Just us today?" A quick glance around the bar confirms that suspicion. "Can you fix me a drink?" She holds up her mangled - well, formerly mangled, now splinted - hand, "Boss lady won't let me at her morphine stash," and Odessa has discovered she has no lock picking skills, "so I'm all for a little alcohol therapy."

"Why won't she?" Lucille lifts an eyebrow, she can take a guess but she doesn't want to assume. Making the drink that Odessa had the other night, Lucille slides it over towards the woman and then she looks down at her hand. "What the hell happened?" she asks the former Company woman. "You look like someone smashed your hand with a hammer." Lu says as she winces at the hand.

Odessa waves her hand quickly when Lucille moves to procure a beer. "Something sweet and fizzy. It's not a beer morning." She smiles thinly and then looks down to her other hand with a frown. "Not a hammer, but…" How do you explain to someone I broke my own fingers because I was forced to. You just don't. Then you have to explain the whole story and things get messy. "You wouldn't happen to have any prescription strength narcotic painkillers lying around, would you?" The look Lucille gets from Odessa is actually somewhat hopeful, even if she does make it sound like a joke. It also looks like she might suspect the answer is yes.

"Ah, sweet and fizzy it is." Lucille places the beer to the side and does a few things here and then a few things there and tada! Instant sweet drink, she slides the drink over to the blonde asking for help in terms of meds.

Nobody knows about her anti-depressants and Lucille plans on keeping it that way, so she just shakes her head. "Nah, no help there girl." She says softly with a soft smile and then she's taking a bite out of a big chocolate candy bar. Then she procures another from her pocket. "My stomach's been acting funny lately, I either am deathly hungry or I can't even eat a piece of bread." Lucille shrugs at the thought and then goes to munching on the candy bars again.

"Really?" Odessa's brows furrow and she gives Lucille a look that suggests she's examining the woman. It's a short-lived sort of thing, however. "Sometimes people just go through cycles like that," she offers. Though in her head, she's running down lists of symptoms and causes. You can take the girl out of the clinic…

"Yeah, I'm sure I'll be fine." Lucille shrugs lightly and then finishes off the candy bars. Then she's turning the TV on in the bar and tilting her head at the news. "They're making a pretty big deal about this 'Evolved' flu going around. I mean.. it isn't dangerous to Non-Evolved people so why really make such a big fuss about quarantines? But then again, I guess the US just wants to make sure it doesn't mutate. It could mutate, I mean I've read books about viruses and stuff and it all seemed pretty legit. Like how most diseases start out with simple ways to infect people and then oh look it's airborne."

Lucille smiles softly, "Sorry, I read a lot. When I have time." She looks sheepish and then she's looking back at the TV. "How long you been living here? At Lucy's?"

Odessa watches the television. She's never been one to watch the news or read the papers, so the talk of an evo-virus comes as somewhat of a shock to her. Her brows arch, she doesn't realise Lucille's speaking to her immediately. Shaking it off, she takes a sip of her drink and turns her eyes to the other blonde. "Your logic seems a bit flawed to me. The Evolved deserve just as much consideration as non-Evolved." She doesn't admit to being Evolved herself, lest word get around and someone questions if she's registered.

"I've only been living here a few days," Odessa tells Lucille. "Everyone seems really nice so far. Beats my last digs, that's for sure."

"Oh no! I meant, why are they trying to contain the Evolved from Non-Evolved!" Lucille says in reassurance to the other woman. "I like the Evolved okay, hey they're people too right?" she asks the older blonde and then she's looking back towards the TV. "Ah, well glad you like it here. We're all like family, we watch each others' backs that's for sure." She says softly and then looks back over to the woman. "I forgot your name, I'm sorry." She says with a light smile.

"You would think a bartender would be better with names."

There's a slow nod of the head when Lucille clarifies for Odessa. That makes more sense. Perhaps the temporal manipulator is too used to prejudice and expects it where it doesn't exist. Odessa smiles at the sentiment that the people who work and live at Old Lucy's are like family. It's a concept she doesn't understand, but one she pretends to. "My name's Odessa," she says. It's different than the name she gave the other night, but if Lucille doesn't remember, then so much is the better. It saves an explanation.

"Pretty name. I won't be forgetting it this time. I promise." Lucille grins, what Joy isn't pretty? The bartender wipes down something on the bar and then fixes Odessa with a look. "Why don't you ask to work here? After your hand and stuff is all better? I'm sure Abby would give you a job." Lucille smiles, she likes Odessa she'd love it if she worked with her. "I mean, it doesn't really seem like you're doing anything, now are you?"

"I sort of work here." A twinge in her fingers spurs Odessa to take a deep drink from her glass. Sweet, delicious alcohol to dull the senses. "I clean up at the end of the night. Sweep up and wash dishes. Stuff like that. I'm not bartender material. I don't have the personality or the know-how for it."

"Ah well we can't all be good-looking female bartenders with hot asses." She teases Odessa and takes a pull from the beer she didn't want. The weather outside earns a frown from Lucille. "I hate when it's so fucking cold. It makes me become such a bitch."

Blue eyes cast a thoughtful gaze toward the door and the world beyond it. "I don't mind the cold so much," Odessa admits. "I love snow." There's a fond sort of smile that creeps onto her face there. "I suppose I could do without the bitter winds, but the snow and the chill are okay by themselves."

"Yes to pretty snow, fuck you to chilly winds. Perfect." Lucille says and looks around the bar. "So what do you do Odessa? Besides live and semi-work here? Any special talents? Skills? Profession?" she winks at Dessa and goes back to cleaning a few glasses that were missed the night before.

Odessa isn't quite sure how to answer that question. Well, you see, I used to be a doctor within a secret organisation, where I was raised to kind of be a bad person but I'm okay with that. Or perhaps I used to rob banks in Minnesota and Iowa until I got caught and I did a stint in a government prison that no one was supposed to know existed. No, that's probably not a good choice either. How about I'm in the revenge business?

"I'm kind of transient," Odessa decides. "Sounds kind of pathetic, but I don't really do much of anything, I suppose." She shrugs a little helplessly. Liquor lessens this feeling. "I can play the harpsichord, though. That counts as a skill, right?"

Lucille laughs loudly and nods her head. "Yes that does count, well then you should play here." She's joking, unless Odessa really wants too. "I can't play an instrument but I can do this." Lucille gets on top of the bar and bends her back all the way backwards so that she makes a bridge. "A whole lot of gymnastics will do this to you." She chuckles.

Odessa lets out a low whistle of appreciation before taking another drink. "Nice. I used to be able to do that sort of thing when I was a kid, but not anymore. Well, I suppose I haven't tried recently, but I don't have much reason to." A breath of laughter punctuates that thought.

"If you stretched every day, you could do it again. Bet cha." She says to Odessa with a grin as she slides off the bar. She looks down at her watch and then at the door to the bar. "It's gonna be time to open soon." She says and then she's making her way over towards the door. "Busy day I hope, more tips."

Money is a nice thing. It means one can legitimately acquire things. Though money is more something Odessa equates with being useful for services, rather than goods. Material things can be stolen. But skills? You have to compensate people for those.

A passive gaze tracks Lucille's path to the door. Odessa smiles around the rim of her glass, which she's just polished off rather neatly. "Busy day means better profits, which should keep the boss happy. Everyone wins."

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