10278/HERCULES CRAVES REFRESHMENT!

HERCULES CRAVES REFRESHMENT!
Date of Scene:	24 February 2022
Location:	The Tomcat Club
Synopsis:	Herc and Jennifer chat!
Cast of Characters:	Jennifer Kale, Hercules

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Jennifer Kale has posed:
The Tomcat Club isn't in a terribly good part of New York City, but that's not been much of a deterrent for the ardent affianadoes. Dispite the stylized neon image of a cat wearing a tophat, it's little more than a mid-scale strip club.

Once inside, a couple of burly bouncer-types check ID's, collect a cover charge, and generally give prospective customers the once-over. Several signs in the small entrance room give various warnings about expulsion for bad behavior.

Hercules has posed:
Hercules does not carry ID, but it doesn't take much scmoozing and back-patting to be let into the club. He DOES have the charisma of a God, afterall. He certainly draws looks, in his sash and grecian skirt, but he hardly seems to notice. The man is six and a half feet tall, and built like...well...Hercules. He's also famous. He's a hard person NOT to recognize. Whether people believe the hero is ACTUALLY the myth or not various, though.

"I witnessed a sign on the street, declaring that this establishment has both lovely women, as well as cold, frothy brew!" His voice booms and carries as he crosses the club towards the bar.

Jennifer Kale has posed:
It's really more his size and build that gets Hercules let into the club. That, and one of the bouncers is apparently a big fan. Wide-eyed, not only is the Greek hero let into the club but his cover charge is waived.

"It's on the house! Enjoy, sir."

Once inside, the dim lighting focuses attention away from the bar and the tables and towards the long stage with its trademark brass pole instead. The waitresses are scantily clad, but decent. Barely. It's still early, but a few patrons have found their tables. And at the bar stands a blonde young woman in street clothes, with a small duffel bag slung over one shoulder.

Jennifer Kale is a little early for work, but likes to check out the club before going on stage. Looks like it's going to be a slow ni-... wait a second. The big, booming voice catches her attention and impulsively, she gives a wave.

Hercules has posed:
The man waves back and reaches the bar, placing a large hand on it. "Your hardest drink!," he calls out. He reaches into the pouch on his hip and withdraws and Honest-to-Gods gold coin, and sets it on the table. He drops another into the tip jar, where it clinks loudly, drawing a few glances.

He turns, then, to focus on the blonde. "Hello! A regular to this establishment, perhaps? I like the uniforms!," he exclaims as he turns to watch a scantily clad waitress wander by.

Jennifer Kale has posed:
Jennifer lifts a brow at the sight of the coin. Gold coin, no less. Yeah, she's already heard the buzz about a demigod visiting the club. This guy could be the real deal. The bartender looks a bit confused, at least until the second coin hits the tip jar.

"One Long-Island Tea coming up!" he replies, turning to fix one.

Jen, meanwhile, is sizing up the new arrival. "I'm... Jennifer. And no, I work here. At least I do tonight." she replies. Pausing as Hercules checks out the waitress, she adds. "You're the real deal, aren't you?"

Hercules has posed:
His laugh is loud and boisterous. "The real deal, indeed! For I am Hercules, son of Zeus, and God of Strength." He flexes an arm and...yeah. That honestly sounds about right. The big man turns his full attention to Jen, then, and his gaze dips slowly to admire her. "Your beauty rivals Helen. I knew her once, in Troy. Intimately! Paris as well, but I preferred Helen's attentions." His Long Island arrives. He picks it up and simply downs it in one fell swoop.

"Mmmn. Ambrosia! Another!"

Jennifer Kale has posed:
Jennifer lets out a wry smile as the muscular, loud Hercules starts his boasting. Mentally she is checking off the boxes on her 'could be him' list. Paris? Okay, that's something that was only suspected. She rests an elbow casually on the bar to listen.

Then the big guy tosses of a Long Island like it was lemonade. When Hercules turns to order another, the bartender looks at Jen and she gives a quick nod. She also makes a discreet gesture with her lowered hand. A simple health-check spell. Annnnd, this guy just completely metabolized the drink.

Shit. There's a Greek God on the loose in New York and he's started drinking.

Hercules has posed:
The big man is quite non-chalant about it all. When the next drink is set before him he downs it as well, before he turns back towards the blonde. That spell notices a few other things, too. For one, he is beyond perfect health. He is healthier then any mortal could ever be, with limitless stamina and...well, everything one would expect.

"So, O Helen, what do you do here? Are you a barkeep, perhaps?" He arches an eyebrow, considering her as he leans upon the bar. It creaks ever so slightly.

Jennifer Kale has posed:
Jennifer switches gears with that sudden realization. This guy could tear down a good portion of Manhattan without breaking a sweat, if he really wanted to. She's supposed to go back to the dressing room soon, but right now she has more pressing concerns.

Somebody's gotta watch this guy. On the other hand, he seems perfectly happy slugging back strong drink and ogling the ladies.

Jennifer smiles warmly. "Oh I'm not a barkeep, but I do work here." Jennifer... Helen... it's all the same, right? "Tell you what, big guy. Don't you go away and I'll be right back." And with that, she shoulders her duffel and heads for the dressing room.