Owner	Pose
Luke Cage	Luke's Bar. It's about as chill as any Happy Hour would be to be real. There's a few regulars that are around and while Luke is manning the bar, there's a couple other tenders around to make sure that everything runs as smooth as he needs to. Nobody likes to wait for drinks during Happy Hour, right? There's also this whole bit where the food place next door have brought over so much wings that some people are here just for the foods. It's that kind of party in here. Anyway, Luke's behind that bar and wiping it down while Dave and Jessie are bopping around making sure that everybody has the drinks and food that they need. Oh and everything's HALF PRICE. Gotta' love that Happy Hour!
Matt Murdock	The door opens and a pair walk in together. Karen Page is guiding Matt Murdock, the latter with his cane in hand but not tapping while Karen's arm is leading him. "So then Foggy went back to the party but we were already gone. But everyone the moment he walks in, turns to him and shouts, 'Foggy! You owe drinks!'" Matt says, finishing a story which causes Karen to break out in laughter. "Ok Matt here you are," the strawberry blond says. She gives a wave towards Luke. "Don't drink too much, court tomorrow," she reminds, guiding Matt over to a stool. "Thanks Karen," he says. "You should-" he starts, but Karen finishes. "Take a taxi. I will, don't worry, I'll be safe," she says, and the turns and heads out. Matt folds his cane and puts it in his interior jacket pocket. "I can always tell when you're here Luke. People are less rowdy," he says with a grin.
Luke Cage	"Karen." Luke manages to get that out with a nod to the woman before he brings his stoic features back to his lawyer friend as he goes to wipe down the bar in front of the stool that Matt always uses. It's not that it's exactly reserved but Luke has a way of making sure it's always open. It's easier that way. "Ah, well, see I'm wearin' my black hoodie today. And usually when I'm wearin' this one, don't nobody wanna' start nothin'." Luke grins just a bit so the smile can be heard or sensed. "Usual tonight?" Luke's already grabbing a glass but hesitates on filling in just in case Matt changes things up on him.
Matt Murdock	Matt, who drinks beer at Josie's, but whiskey at Luke's gives a nod of his head. "I could use it," he says. "Been one of those... weeks," he says, shaking his head. Matt's head tilts the tiniest bit as he listens to a conversation down at the end of the bar. For a moment it turns heated but then quiets back down quickly enough. No problems there. "On top of everything with work, Hell's Kitchen is pretty tense about this arsonist," he says. "Burning Tiger," the man adds in his quiet emotionless voice. "Nearly burned down four families a few nights ago. And did get the building. Though he's gone quiet for a bit, people are still worried."
Luke Cage	"I heard. Dumb name." Luke's glad he got the right glass so Matt doesn't have to hear him switch glasses. The whiskey gets yanked down from behind the bar and poured with relative ease. Luke's doesn't serve any watered down drinks so Matt's getting the good stuff. As usual. Luke slides it in front of Matt and leans on the bar. "Got a plan for putting him out of commission?" Luke almost sounds like he's looking for something to get himself involved in. He doesn't really want to go looking for trouble but everybody knows he's pretty fireproof so...
Matt Murdock	Matt picks up the glass with a grateful nod towards Luke. "William Blake," he says, which may or may not be a cryptic answer at first unless one is familiar with the poet. "Tiger tiger, burning bright. In the forests of the night. What immortal hand or eye, could frame thy fearful symmetry," Matt says, before adding, "I heard he spouted a verse from it, about the hand that dare seize the fire. And, tiger mask, so, yeah." He sighs and takes a sip of his whiskey. "No sign of him so far. Been out every night looking, which is wreaking havoc on my sleep cycle. And pissing Daisy off too. The latter is probably the worst of it," he says with a chuckle.
Luke Cage	"Why don't you let me take over those patrols for a while? I don't really got much of nothin' up. I can swing by the Kitchen after my Harlem rounds. And if I happen to run across this guy, I can tap him on the head and boom. Problem solved." Luke just volunteering his services. Defenders don't actually have to pay for this Hero 4 Hire. So this just par for the course for the Lukester here. "Or, if we don't want me punching him into the stratosphere, I can always put the word out that I'm looking for him. That usually pays dividends." Yeah, the Luke Cage Is Looking For Insert Name Here reputation is often one that pans out.
Matt Murdock	Matt's lips pull back in a small grin. "If you want to have a look, feel free. He had something to get him up and down buildings fast. Electric winch of some sort. And a zip line prearranged for escape," he warns after making sure no one else is in earshot. Another sip of the whiskey is taken and Matt lets out a sigh. "So what's new with you Luke? Harlem been kind of quiet? Or does it tend to boil over a bit when the thermometer is up this time of year?" he inquires.
Luke Cage	Luke makes some mental notes of this metal winching info but he's pretty sure he can handle it. He's got like Mega Leaping or something. Can't really have Super leaping cuz that might be trademarked but hey, it works. Luke's wiping down the bar again when they move back to normal parts of conversation that eavesdropping won't ruin. "Same as always. Between Pop's, here, and the whole Hero For Hire gig, I been stayin' busy. But nothin' too crazy lately." Luke shrugs a bit and dares to sound even the slightest bit bored. "I'd say I might've actually succeeded in cleaning up my streets."
Matt Murdock	"Nice job," Matt says, giving a little salute with his glass before taking another sip. He sits back on his stool, both hands resting on the bar. "Seems like no matter how much we do, something else always pops up. Take down the Russians and the Colombians start dealing in their stead. Shut down Triad burglary ring, and one of the street gangs moves in behind them," Matt says. He sips the smooth whiskey. "Well, need to keep at it," he says with a shrug. "But otherwise things are good for me. Foggy and Karen have been safe for a whole month. Not a single bruise or mugging. And Daisy is a joy. Don't know if I told you we ended up with a kitten," he says, giving a wry smile. He probably doesn't seem like the cat type. "Kind of... grew on me, you know?"
Luke Cage	"Okay, why is the kitten part the hardest part of that whole thing to believe?" Luke chuckles and does his classic bartender lean again. All to make sure that the conversation continues as smooth as it should be. And that nobody pays too much attention to the more strange parts of their conversation. "You're right, though. Can't let our guard down. There's always somethin' or somebody else waitin' in the wings. But that's what the city got us for, right?" Luke keeps his voice down enough since he's pretty much the only one rocking the public identity at the moment. "So what're y'all callin' this cat? And how many lives has it lost already?" Luke got jokes!
Matt Murdock	Matt itches at the bristling stubble on his chin before breaking out in a small grin. "Boxer. Was a pretty good name I think. My dad, and all," Matt says. Without thinking that he doesn't know how much Luke knows about his familial history. Another sip of the whiskey is consumed. "All of them far as I know so far. Nothing too exciting he's had to deal with besides stalking the blanket mice. I'd never declaw a cat, but I have to say, I could see the allure after he's used those razor sharp claws of his through the blanket on your feet." On the tv, the news has talk of a fire. Matt turns his head, ear towards the TV slightly as he listens. Nope, down in the Bronx. Probably not Burning Tiger then. "You ever have a pet, Luke?" he asks.
Luke Cage	"See, couldn't be me. Ain't nobody tearin' up my blankets. I don't care how cute they is." Luke replies with a grin. Just the thought of some animal tearing up his bed is already making him not love the idea. Still, though, he does slap the bar once. "Boxer's a good one. I dig it." Luke immediately goes for the bright idea. "And maybe you can get him some little boxing gloves. A few tweets later, you'll be viral." There's a moment of pause when he's asked about the pet situation. "Nah, never really had time. Didn't exactly have the best childhood growing up. And then there was the whole prison thing." Luke shrugs it off. "But I did feed some of the neighborhood dogs."
Matt Murdock	Another wry smile is given by Matt. "I don't know that cat pictures would work out too well," he says, miming holding a camera and pointing it in pretty much random directions as if he wouldn't know where to take the picture. Anytime he's in public he is quite consistent in sticking with the blind man visage that people know him as. "Dogs are nice. I'm probably more of a dog person," he confirms. "But also a cat can be less work. However, the cat litter? Yeah... going to have to train Boxer to use the toilet when he's big enough he won't fall in," Matt says with a shake of his head and a wince at the memory of the smell. "This has hit the spot," he says, finishing off his glass. He digs out a wallet and pulls out some money for Luke, setting it on the bar. "I might take tonight off after all," he says.
Luke Cage	As usual, any of Luke's friends that insist on paying, that money gets put into the tip jar for the other workers here at his bar. It's just a thing of Luke's. "You know, you could have Daisy take the pics and put yourself in 'em. Blind Man? Cute Cat in Boxing Gloves? A Murdock and Nelson flyer in the background? I'm tellin' you, it's a viral goldmine." Luke has no idea if it actually is but he's going to just keep teasing Matt about it because why not. "Thanks." Luke says as he grabs the money and leans over to put it in the jar. "You go ahead and take the night off. I'll swing through the Kitchen tonight. Let you know if I see anything."
Matt Murdock	Matt slowly rises to his feet, reaching into his jacket to take his cane out. "Thanks Luke, appreciate it," he says. He starts to turn away, then pauses a moment and turns back. "I think your clock battery just died. Ticking stopped," he says with a little movement of his head towards a clock on the wall. Matt gives a little half wave, half salute goodbye before tapping his way over towards the door. "The air conditioning sure is nice," he says, not looking forward to the wall of humidity that hits him when he opens the door and steps outside onto the sidewalk.