10534/Bar with No Name

Bar with No Name
Date of Scene:	22 March 2022
Location:	Bar with No Name
Synopsis:	A bunch of villains walk into a bar. There's no joke here.
Cast of Characters:	Knox Kennedy, Barbara-Ann Minerva, Bane, Cain Marko, Julia Pennyworth, Inque

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Knox Kennedy has posed:
There's a proverbial skull with crossbones and two bottles of beer on the wall. Perennially on the move, the semi-legendary 'Bar with No Name' is a 'Wretched Hive of Scum and Villainy' - because even the bad guys need somewhere to kick back and take a drink. It almost looks like a typical dive bar, if not for the colorful clientele who make up the patrons of it. Various comfortable (but threadbare) booths dot the place along with pool tables, air hockey boards, darts and other assorted but typical forms of entertainment. There's even a small dance floor and place for a band to play and karaoke to perform.

The bar counter itself is never constant. Whether it's up against the wall in a corner, in the middle of the bar. it's mil-dewy and almost always looks cheap, but is always in a different position much as the bar itself is never in the same place twice The bartender is always on duty, there are no bouncers, and the alcohol is always cold. No fighting is tolerated. It could just be another cheap dive bar bribing the health authority to stay open."

The bartender this evening happens to be one, Knox Kennedy. Cat burglar, up and comer, but mostly a nobody. He wasn't working this gig because he was trying to make scratch. He was trying to meet people. The wrong kind of people. Maybe make a friend or two. Allies couldn't hurt.

He's wearing jeans, a black button up shirt, and a pair of gray suspenders. It's enough of a uniform to identify him as the guy on shift.

Barbara-Ann Minerva has posed:
Cheetah is the actual cat present. And a magical girl even. All she needs is a schoolgirl outfit and a transformation tiara. Cheetah is curretnly over in a corner, muttering about Bats in Gotham while slowly digging her claws together. sipping over something that was generally from the back shelf of the bar, and the type of thing one had to ask that it existed and then have someone that knew where it was in the basement to go ahead and dig it up to get. It smelled weird.

Bane has posed:
Suddenly the bar is loud as a bunch of rowdy mercs enter the bar with the ever large and imposing Bane following quietly behind. The men are all flashing and tossing about old looking and slightly dingy $100 bills.

The spoils of Bane's latest treasure hunt, Escobar's lost fortune. Money hidden and lost in the jungles of Colombia. Bane set out to find it as a bonus for his men. A treat for them after much work and loyalty.

Knox Kennedy has posed:
The reason Knox got this gig was because he had a certain set of skills. The back of the bar having been enchanted early in the evening, each time the man ducks down, he reaches into a shadowy void to produce a new bottle. Consequently, profit margins for the bar were definitely up and the proprietor was giving Knox a fair cut.

Reaching into that abyss once more, Knox produces a bottle that is chilled and wrapped in shadow to suppress the smell. He roams from behind the bar and approaches Cheetah. Peeling away shadow like cheap plastic, he reveals the neck of the bottle and then proceeds to top off the villainess with something magically proofed to inebriate.

Soon after, he quickly behind the bar again quickly dispensing various shots and long nets for the small invasion of mercenaries. A pen is used on a napkin to quickly open up tabs against a few of those Benjamins as they start rolling in.

Struggling to deal with the sudden surge, Knox drops behind the bar for a minute or two. There are a few words of incantations. When Knox stands, he's joined with a few shadowy figures, wisps of inky darkness which go to the task of abiding the whims of the patrons.

Barbara-Ann Minerva has posed:
The mercs coming in and not -quite- smelling of fish and water has cCheetah looking up and over and not hissing. Seeing Bane having been successful gets at least a repressed surlienss from her given the way the two had talked trash to one another last time.

Cheetah would grin over at Knox, "Lovely. Thank you very much." Her going over to then take her claws out to hook on the glass and move to take a very, very large chug of it. Whether it was top shelf or bottom shelf, she seemed to be quite enjoying it. Going to glare at the men laying out all the money, and going to put up her own tip on the table. But better now that she had something alcoholic.

Bane has posed:
Bane quietly walks ove to the bulletin board and pins up a flyer. "My Temple of combat is reopening soon. Come test your might, enjoy the specticle, bet on your favorite combatants. it's a great time for all."

Bane then take his customary seat in clear sight lines of all entrances and exits. He orders a bottle of fine pinot noir to sip on as his men blow off steam. Tossing money and downing drinks. A brave soul even saunters up to Cheetah with the intent to talk her up. "HeY YO you look pretty tonight its a real shame that you seem to be here alone."

Knox Kennedy has posed:
Knox offers a nod and a wink to Cheetah as appropriate for bar staff keeping his patrons pleased. Meanwhile, the shadowy marionettes are mechanical in their efforts. The lighting already dingy, drinks almost seem to pour themselves as bottles are poured by inky black hands.

Per the mantra of the establishment, the alcohol is always cold. A fact that's currently being reinforced by further mystical means. A perfect opportunity for a little mundane showing off and ample practice in concentration, Knox is finding this evening profitable in more ways then one.

The pinot noir is served to Bane by Knox personally in a clean glass. His reputation proceeded him, and Knox wished to avoid an incident.

Cain Marko has posed:
The mercenary line of work is not for the faint of heart, especially when centered around an area like New York, considering the colorful assortment of indivdiuals who call themselves mercs and the abundance of super powered individuals that crowd each other out as they jostle for attention from potential clients. Rivalries can be fierce, arguements dangerous and fights deadly but business is business and the show must go on, as they say.

As a result, even in neutral ground like the infamous Bar With No Name, it helps to have a reputation when you're passing through since you never know who you might encounter.

Few, if any, have a reputation quite like The Juggernaut. His presence practically fills the bar up despite its accomodations being capable of entertaining his gigantic bulk and kaiju like presence. The floor rumbles and the walls shake as he passes by tables with wide eyed and silent criminals and villains giving him long stares and or quick shuddering glances. It doesn't help that he's armored up as well. His red-brown gear wrapping about his monstrous physique tightly and creaking and groaning under the fiberous movements of his bulk. His helmet is off at least though he's skull capped and face masked so as to keep prying minds out.

"What's up kitty cat..?" he rumbles as his shadow falls over Cheetah eventually and he looms over her and the bar, offering her a broad almost shark like grin. He then looks away from her towards Knox, "You know what I want." rumbles his deep voice as he swamps a massive arm over the bar top, "Make it strong. Make it quick. Not that it'll matter I guess.."

That quickly, one of Bane's men has sauntered up to CHeetah as Juggernaut simply inclines his head with a smirk and an expectant look before turning to see where the man came from and spotting Bane as well. "Oh hoh.. Deja Vu."

Barbara-Ann Minerva has posed:
The man coming forwards to her gets Cheetah glancing. "How about I make a point here." She would pop out her claws, and move to cut off a chunk of the table over. "The next motion of your body towards my space will have those parts be removed, one by one." She would smirk over and then turn her attention over to Juggernaut and grin and flash her teeth.

And just simle over at Bane, "Tell your little toys to step back or they'll be tkaen out in body bags and thrown in the trash. I do need a new scratching post." The normal sorts of banter in the bar with no name.

Julia Pennyworth has posed:
While there were many known faces here, with reputations to back them, there were a few that were either unknown or hadn't made quite as big as splash as some. It wasn't unheard of. The door opens again just shortly after Juggernaut enters to have one such person slip inside. Julia had been here at least once or twice before -- Somehow, she was managing to find the place. So far she'd spent money, minded her business, and not started any trouble. This was the plan again.

With hands stuffed in the pockets of her leather jacket she heads toward the bar not even attempting to hide the fact that she was glancing over at Juggernaut. He was hard to miss. "Oi, Juggs, evenin'," she greets half-heartedly before making her way to the bar. Thumping her arms down on the counter she leans in a bit. "Beer when y'get around to it." A head tilt is tossed toward the 'higher priority' man who had demanded service knowingly. Yeah she wasn't gonna jump line on that. While she waits she reaches up to slide her sunglasses up on her forehead revealing a rather nicely fading shiner on one eye.

Bane has posed:
Bane nods and aknowledges Juggernaut.

Then to Cheetah. "My man is his own man, if he dies he dies. what the rest of my men do in response? that is also on them. They know the risks" Bane says this but at the same time speaks a word in Mayan. The would be suitor for the cheetah steps back and walks away.

From the moment the british girl walks in Bane has an eye on her. An unknown quanity he plays it cool but he whispers a word in arabic. There is a clear but subtle reaction in the room. The league is here hidden amongs nameless patrons regulars and small time criminals. there are eyes and ears all over Ms pennyworth now. @emit Bane nods and aknowledges Juggernaut.

Then to Cheetah. "My man is his own man, if he dies he dies. what the rest of my men do in response? that is also on them. They know the risks" Bane says this but at the same time speaks a word in Mayan. The would be suitor for the cheetah steps back and walks away.

From the moment the british girl walks in Bane has an eye on her. An unknown quanity he plays it cool but he whispers a word in arabic. There is a clear but subtle reaction in the room. The league is here hidden amongs nameless patrons regulars and small time criminals. there are eyes and ears all over Ms pennyworth now.

Knox Kennedy has posed:
Knox plays it cool, even though his knees are jello when the big red merc makes his appearance in the bar. He offers a quick nod and ducks behind the bar. The drink order does take longer then others, though the speed of service is still impeccable establishing for a dive bar.

The stein that is produced is of comical proportions. Clearly, it was either part of a sign or some other decoration. It had never been intended for actual filling, but yet here it was as a vessel for the unstoppable. A frothy head of foam adorns it, a cloud compared to the suds of mortal brews.

More a vat then a glass, Knox carries it with the assistance of those same shadowy marionettes. Its deposited in the center of a nearby table in Cain's proximity.

Rolling his eyes as the mercenary harasses Cheetah, he makes no chivalrous attempts to assist. She didn't need his help. However, the man's next drink was in the queue for being spiked. Knox didn't want to have to clean up the inevitable mess that further harassment would bring.

Cheetah gets another topping off as a consolation for being disturbed.

Finally, Julia is served a cold beer from a tap behind the bar, slid over in a pint glass with the expectation that she'd catch it. Otherwise, someone is getting a lap of brew. Knox offers Bane's men a side glance. He frowns lightly, thinking maybe they'll all get something a little extra in their drinks to keep them from getting too rowdy. He seems a little relieved when the mercenary backs away.

Barbara-Ann Minerva has posed:
She's made her point and the man chose his fate. He chose.. Wisely. Since he chose to survive. Cheetah will do without some fresh blood for the evening it's looking like. The new girl coming in doesn't get any recognition from Cheetah. Nothing familiar on scent or posture..

Well, probably just someone that was one of Spider-Man's little bouncing balls. Or Flash. The new contender seemed like she had a bit too much dignity to be from GOtham.

Then glancing over to Juggernaut, "Who's your little friend?" Shifting over to half watch Bane from her position to make sure she didn't lose sight of him.

Cain Marko has posed:
"Alright, thanks!"

Juggernaut is personable, possibly even cheerful, when he's getting what he wants. He nods his head to Knox, his tight lipped smile genuine even if it carries with it the unsettling air of ..being smiled at by an earthquake or a volcano. Then again, Knox wouldn't be working here if he couldn't handle such encounters.

His massive hand engulfs the stein and he lifts it up while smirking as he adds, "I was beginning to think Bane was gettin' special treatment for some reason.." he grins lightly but just inclines his head as he takes note of Julia ..clearly recognizing her from before and nodding abit before looking to Cheetah and then back to Julia, "Ooh..ran into her in here before. Bit sassy but..eh..it's entertaining."

Julia Pennyworth has posed:
Julia Pennyworth watches the going ons of the bartender and his whispy helpers with all the interest of someone who was just ... tired. Whether she notices Bane's little whispering or not, she certainly doesn't seem to pay any heed to it. Or him. Had she even glanced in their direction? When the beer is slid over she does catch it with a curt nod in response. The same hand that caught it has a few folded bills tucked between her fore and middle fingers. It's dropped ontop of the counter wordlessly leaving her free to lift the pint for a quick sip.

Apparently hearing herself being talked about in a language she understands, she glances back over to Cheetah and Juggernaut giving a small up-nod of greeting. "'Lo."

Knox Kennedy has posed:
Juggernaut gets a thumbs up from the bartender. Big villains. Big tippers. "You got it chief. Tap it twice on the table for a refill."

Dr. Stephen Strange wasn't the only sorcerer who could use magic in the serving of libations. There is enough darkness in the bottom of that large stein to connect to the darkness of a particularly large barrel of beer. Knox also figured the large individual wouldn't mind the application of magic given the nature of his patron.

As Knox is returning to the bar, he notices a mercenary has done the unforgivable and reached past the unspoken threshold to serve himself. With a quick reach into a sleeve and flick of the wrist, a knife embeds in the bar beside the potentially pilfering hand. The mercenary laughs and draws back his hand.

This was all part of a very known game. Sometimes the knife hit the bartop, sometimes it stuck in the back of a hand.

Knox slips by Julia to retrieve the cash from the counter wordlessly.

Bane has posed:
"should I expect either of you to make an appearance in my temple of combat? you can be contestants or just come to enjoy the show" Bane says trying to be a salesmen.

Cain Marko has posed:
"Depends." answers Juggernaut, looking to Bane, "I don't think you and your men run in my weight class. You got anyone that can give a right hook like Superman..I might think about it taking a love tap or two before seeing if he can get as good as he can give.." Juggernaut grins, spreading his massive arms wide, physique practically a semi truck stuffed into this enclosed space, "..Otherwise..maybe I'll check it out from time to time. When bored.."

Barbara-Ann Minerva has posed:
The Juggernaut calling a girl 'Bit Sassy' is a new one. Cheetah would take another drink of her concoction, something of it fizzing into the air, spiraling over and turning from a small shade of red over to one of green, slowly spiraling to vanish as she would take a claw up to casually go to sweep it through the miasma.

"So, does 'Bit Sassy' have a name or we get to presume one?" She wouldn't particularly care, mind. They were all here to relax. Watching the game of the mercenaries and letting out a smirk over. "It's all fun and games until someone tries to collect the pot an then it's fully serious."

Julia Pennyworth has posed:
Julia Pennyworth leans back on her stool just a bit to grin over toward Cheetah and Juggernaut with a high level of amusement. "Figure the big man there can call me what he likes. Not about to argue with him. Be a stupid thing to do." Finally she does look over toward Bane and his mercenaries, as well as the board he'd placed something at with curiosity. There's a slight shake of her head though the question hadn't really been aimed at her. She was already sporting a black eye. Nothing about her really said 'master brawler'.

"Eh, can call me 'Jules' if you want though. Partially because I like jewels, partially because Jules Verne. Might as well live up the accent while over here, eh?"

Bane has posed:
Bane soon after emptying his bottle of wine. Stand and makes his way to the door. he stops toss a leather bag full of gold at knox. "this should cover my men i do not wish them to waste their winfall frivously. they should behave with in reason. I do not leave them unattended."

In Arabic "make sure they don't die, and keep an eye on the new girl." Bane speaks to no one in particular yet it's understood by those intended to hear it.

"I'm off my temple needs me" Then Bane steps out of the bar and is gone with out a trace or a trail.

Knox Kennedy has posed:
Knox catches the leather bag and raises an eyebrow. Well, this was a first. He offers a nod to the masked man and glances side ways toward the mercenaries. The spiking of their drinks begins, a little something extra added to each drink just to help it hit a little harder and keep the brutes a little more docile.

Julia gets a refill on her beer before she needs to ask along with an ice pack served on a saucer. Cheetah, once again, gets topped off with her odd smelling spirits. His purple gaze glancing toward Jug's stein, he subvocalizes a few words while tracing cantrips, reassurance that the spell that keeps the stein full is still in functioning order.

Last, he pulls up a chair and kicks up his feet. Reaching into a pocket, he produces a joint and proceeds to light up his preferred vice of the evening. "Gangs.. just big families with violent kids and even more violent father and mother figures."

Barbara-Ann Minerva has posed:
Cheetah would shrug, "Fine Jules." she would allow, evaluating hte other woman's accent with her ears. "So, how's Verne doing? Still twenty thousand leagues underneath things?" Someone is attempting to be.. Catty tonight.

"And I hope whomever it was on the other end of that punch came out worse than you did. Or it someone like the Bat? Daredevil?"

Cain Marko has posed:
"My temple needs me? The hell?"

Juggernaut scrunches his face up abit as Bane wanders off and he just shakes his head and rumbles, "Guy's lucky he headed off. WHat a nutcase.."

He's taken a few drinks at this point but then, finally, takes note of the fact that the stein is ..still full?

"Eh? What's going on here?" A close examinatino of it takes place as he peers with narrowed eyes at the stein and then he raises an eyebrow and looks ove rin Knox's direction with a lopsided smirk. "...What's the trick?" Cheetah and Julia are given a quick glance but he returns his gaze back to Knox, expectantly.

Julia Pennyworth has posed:
Julia Pennyworth glances down to the refilled beer. No problem there. It's the icepack on a plate that she eyes a long moment. Whatever sense of pride is making her try to ignore her shiner goes down the drain when Cheetah points it out. Sighing in a completely frustrated way she snags the icepack to lay over her bruise with one hand cupping around it.

"...It's kind of embarassing. Not sure I want to say," she mutters in a way that might make one think it was something like... a Robin? Who ever wants to admit they got beaten up by them? Or maybe it was some other low tier goodguy. She glances to Juggernaut once he's distracted, then back to Cheetah giving a shrug. "None of the big names. I know I'm not on the same level as you all, that'd be a death wish for me. Or right into jail depending which one."

Barbara-Ann Minerva has posed:
Cheetah would glance at Knox going off duty and smirk. "Thank you." This is accompanied by her putting some coins up on the counter. The coins are.. Well, some sort of metal that's got faded, ancient looking markers on it worn away with age. Definitely -not- skulls. Sort of silvery, but from the clang they would make on dropping definitely not be silver, with a low sort of ring to them as they would wobble over for a few seconds before falling flat.
    Then glancing at Cain, "You mind?" That he's being given a seemingly mug of ever-filling beer. That's a new one for her. An amused one, at least.

Her nodding at Julia, as if evaluating the expression. "Robins? I gotta wonder. For all they say that guy is the be-all and end all, he sitll takes a bunch of teenagers, puts them in bright primary colored things with a yellow circle on their upper torso."

Knox Kennedy has posed:
Knox gazes his purple gaze toward Cain for a moment and takes a long drag off his joint. Stifling a cough, he leans back in his chair and releases a cloud with a sigh. "Magic. I knocked over a brewery a couple of weeks back and stowed the barrels. Owner was a real dick, deserved being light on inventory."

He gestures with a hand, "Not sure if you are familiar with the theories on magical principalities and harmonies, but the too long didn't read of it is... That I've bound the shadow in the bottom of that stein with the shadows at the bottom of those barrels. You'll hit the bottom eventually. Up to you if you want to drink through the dredges."

Looking over his shoulder, he taps the ash of his joint. "No shame in it, Jules. A baby can give someone a shiner."

He considers the talk about Robins from Cheetah. "Sounds like decoys to me."

Cain Marko has posed:
"I'm familiar." answers Cain.

Buh..wah?! Probably not the guy you'd expect to say that to look at him. The source of Juggernaut's powers aren't exactly known to everyone though but inded..being the avatar of a primordial power of magic..gives him some insight even if he's no spellcaster strictly speaking.

"Makes sense t'me. Heard of similar workings before. IF it gives me a big drink, no skin off my back. Course I can't get drunk.. Not really drunk at least.. Not without alot more drinking then even this is going to supply.."

He inclines his head and turns towards Cheetah, "Mind? Mind what? Need some cash?" He looks at the counter and grins, "I don't think the bar takes D&D money.."

Julia Pennyworth has posed:
Julia Pennyworth cringes a bit with a glance away making it seem, she hoped, that it was the ice doing the annoying. And not the mention of Robins. A quick chug of her beer comes to wash down that bitter taste. "Wasn't even *doing* anything, it was a card game! Last time I go to Gotham to gamble." Sighing she mutters, "Least it wasn't the smallest one. Second smallest. That one that wears red and has the weird mask."

Shaking her head she readjusts the icepack gingerly. "I heard he was a pain in the arse but I didn't realize how bad it was."

Barbara-Ann Minerva has posed:
Cheetah would take a moment to click her claws together. "So you're basically just making a small wormhole that exists on a consistent basis and has the capability to transfer things between them in controlled amounts, rather than just having all the keg come up at once." At the talk of 'D&D' money Cheetah would just flash her fangs in a grin.

"A donation from our rather inappropraitely festive friend from earlier. He did have to offer something to make up for nearly being too handsy." A look of amused glee on her face. A cursory glance given back to Jules, a flick of her ears back. "If you're going to make it in this business you're going to need something a little more professional. In that getup someone's going to assume you'er just out looking for Henching jobs."

Knox Kennedy has posed:
Knox nods to Cain and offers a smile, taking the big guy for his word. He does the polite thing and chuckles at Cain's joke. "I'll put her in the club of people who could pay me with monopoly money, and I wouldn't bat an eye."

He watches Julia apply the ice pack and gives her a nod of approval then listens to Cheetah explain his magic. "Hey.. Don't get your science all up in my magic. Going to make my head spin worse then this joint."

Glancing over his shoulder to Bane's mercenaries, he notices the first one putting 'head to bartop'. He offers a light grin as he hears the first snore. "Night sunshine."

Cain Marko has posed:
"Sounds like Bane's men are sloppier then he realizes.. Or he's sloppy and thinks the way he's trained them are top notch. EIther way he clearly doesn't care much about 'em given that he was ready to let you just gut the guy for coming on to you." remarks Juggernaut to Cheetah as he glances away from her, back to the mercenaries and then back again. He then shrugs a little and takes another long pull from his perpetually refilling stein -- this time taking a deliberately long gulp as if to truly test its limits.

When done, he sets the drink down and reaches for his own cash, tucked into one of his bracers as..not like his armor has pockets.

"Science and magic are a bad fit.." he comments, "..Best to not ask too many questions."

Julia Pennyworth has posed:
Julia Pennyworth the 'advice' from Cheetah does cause Julia to grow quiet as she finds a point on the wall to stare at. The jovaility is gone from her expression at this as she thinks, clearly, on something not here and now. It fades quickly with a firm shake of her head followed by another gulp of beer.

"Got to admit it's far different here than overseas. I'm not really looking to 'make a name' for myself though. ... Least not yet. Had some... things happen that I'm working through." There's no fib there, not at all. Something was weighing on her. Something she opts not to share as she turns the topic to the far easier one of, "Didn't someone once say magic is just what science hasn't figured out yet?"

Barbara-Ann Minerva has posed:
Barbara Ann-Minerva, PhD and Archaeologist would note. "They're not a bad fit. Magic has a science to it. It's not like you can make it appear out of nowehre and do things like a trick pony. You have to perform things -just- right. Imagine if you put your hand off by a cuople of degrees and imspronounce a phrase in a dead language. You craft it and experiment. Things come out the way you intend for them to. Youe xperiment to get a spell right. You test a ritual. That's science." SHe would grin and flash her teeth.

"Don't think too much of yourself pretty boy." She would grin, "Unless you do want to start trying to do things and find out how fast they hit you hard if they go beyond the parameters. Get a bit too much in the flagon, telport yourself there instead and drown?" She's not threatening actually. The academic in her finds that this point has to be made.

Cheetah would chuckle at Julia, "You need tos tand out in some way. Hoodie Girl works if you just rob bodegas. But if you're out there with a getup everyone will think that you're just out for the nine to five bank robbing getup. You don't need to make a name for yourself. You just need -a- name."

Knox Kennedy has posed:
Knox finishes his joint while his shadowy marionettes continue to tend the bar and the small horde of Bane worshiping mercenaries. They also happen to be dropping like flies. No alcohol is that strong. Knox is betting that Cheetah and Cain probably do not care, and their caretaker had returned to his temple.

Rising from his chair, he eyes Cheetah for a moment then nods begrudgingly. "I guess you can say the scientific method still applies."

Flicking his joint onto the floor, he slides behind the bar and collects the paid up funds, putting them in a cash box for the bar's owner. He grins at Cheetah, "Keep calling me pretty, and I'll happily listen to the lecture. While I pour a great drink, I make even better pancakes."

That was actually a lie, his pancakes are kinda subpar, but it sounded cool.

Inque has posed:
    Why use the front door when you can literally slip in through the cracks? Inque slithers in from the outside using one of said cracks, her liquidy form pooling near the wall until she can get all of herself in. Once all in, her form lifts from the puddle and solidifies into the blue and black villainess, Inque.

    Much like Bane, she has something of a reputation of going against the Batlings and making their lives miserable. While she does take the odd merc jobs, her primary role is that of a saboteur and assassin, being able to get into places that no other person could. She also has something of a reputation in the Bar. She frequents it but never orders anything. She usually doesn't make any trouble, either, so the manager usually tolerates her presence.

    "Well, well," she says, her eyes glittering in amusement. "Looks like the gang's all here." Bane, Cain, and Cheetah are all regulars here. Knox and Julia are new to her, however, so she makes sure to keep an eye on her.

    She makes her way over to Cheetah, and sits down next to her, regardless of whether or not she was invited. "Evening, Cheetah. Having a good night?"

Julia Pennyworth has posed:
Julia Pennyworth has to give a faint laugh in acknowledgement of that. A breif glance down to her attire earns a nod of apparent understanding in regards to 'suits.' "Guess 'sassy brit' only goes so far. This was very much punk in England, you know." Here? Here it was... Petty thug she had to admit. Her shoulders roll while she leans on the bar a bit again, shifting the icepack to plop back down onto the plate. Time to air out the black eye she'd been icing just a bit.

"I'll avoid the cat theme, though. Professional courtesy," she offers over to Cheetah with a grin before her gaze sweeps over to the dropping Mercs with a soft 'huh.' "Someone get into the molly?"

Barbara-Ann Minerva has posed:
Cheetah woulds mirk, "Good, there's enough provocoteurs out there anyways." she would glance over at the dropping goons, "Guess they couldn't handle their stuff." Sniffing. Just in case to make sure she wasn't going to pick up any sort of poisons over in the air now was she?
    Smirking at Knox, "We'll see maybe sometime then. Maybe." Blowing a kiss over at him accompanied by another slash of her claws in the 'this cat has more than one way to skin you' sort of pantomime.
    Then letting Inque slide in, "Hello. This is Hoodie Girl." She would gesture at 'Jules'. "And I take it business has been good?"

Knox Kennedy has posed:
Knox adjusts his suspenders and in a most commanding sweep of his hand, the shadowy figures that seem to be at his beck and call begin picking up and carefully stacking sleeping mercenaries carefully in the corner to make more room at the bar. Humming to himself, he contents himself with drawing to clean the eternally stained bartop and kill some of that mildew smell that's been allowed to fester.

Inque gets a side eye as she appears and slides next to Cheetah. He knew of her by reputation, the owner had given him a brief that amounted to 'Do not try to toss her for not drinking.'

The bar has grown noticeably more quiet now that the rowdy mercs are all sleeping it off.

"Something like that." He comments to Julia's question about Molly.

Knox chuckles toward Cheetah's swipe, and indeed, yes, she detects some tranquilizer in the air, coming from the mercenaries' former glasses which Knox is now deftly cleaning out and restocking.

Cain Marko has posed:
Juggernaut lays sufficient cash onto the bar counter to cover his drink.

"Have fun." he rumbles before turning and moving for the exit while reaching up to wipe his mouth of any remaining foam. He gives a final glance at Bane's advertisment and then finally continues on to duck and squeeze out of the door.

Inque has posed:
    "Hoody girl," Inque repeats giving Julia an apprising look. "I think you need to workshop that. What's your gimmick?" They've all got gimmicks here. That's part of being a villain. Either you've got a gimmick or you're a mook.

    "It's been a /very/ lucrative day," she tells Cheetah. "Let's just say that you may want to hold off using your American Express cards for a while." She gives a satisfied smirk, "They'll be having problems with their servers for quite a while. And, as a bonus (which my employers graciously tipped me for) I brought down the network for their call centers. It will be /chaos/."

Barbara-Ann Minerva has posed:
Cheetah would sniff the air over and give a salute to Knox. Then another of thsoe fat, thunky coins is flipped through the air to land over exactly in the 'give your waiter a tip' tray that was setup, a small dent appearing from the impact.
    She would nod at Inque, "Lovely. You do good work. So does that mean that you'll be covering the tab for next time?" Since Bane's gracious cultists had already covered it for this one. Giving a waggle of a claw over at Cain as he would depart

Julia Pennyworth has posed:
Julia Pennyworth lowers her head only to clap her hand over her face as she's called 'Hoody Girl' with a deep groan over the apparently new nickname she'd received. "That is not my.. Oh for..." A huff of annoyance comes. But there's still beer, and the smell of weed hanging in the air thanks to Knox, so she just breathes deep. "You Yanks and your gimmicks. Didn't need them where I'm from. But," she glances around a moment only to shrug more to herself than them. "Fair enough. I'd like to think I'm at least above those mercs snoring away over there." When Cain departs she lifts her pint in salute toward him rather than offering any kind of more verbal fairwell.

Knox Kennedy has posed:
Knox collects his tips and also his cut for the evening. Sitting on a stool behind the bar, he offers a little salute to Cheetah and starts counting. He looks a little surprised. Well, this gig does kinda pay well. "Hmm, I may need to do this more often, especially when I'm laying low."

He frowns slightly at Inque. "Well, glad I don't do plastic. That's be pretty damn annoying."

Shrugging to himself, he pockets his tips and resumes the closing down chores. He's not kicking anyone out, he's just taking advantage of the lower vacancy to get ahead of the game.

Inque has posed:
    "Maybe, if I'm in the mood," Inque says, seeming to think it over. "Depends on who's in on the day." She leans back in the chair, draping one leg over the other. "How have you been keeping yourself busy lately?" she asks.

    She gives Julia something of a chill smile. "Sometimes you pick your gimmick," she says, holding out an arm as it slowly melts into a tentacle, "And sometimes your gimmick picks you." The tentacle snaps back into a regular appendage.

    Her attention turns to Knox. "Sadly, the entire world runs off of plastic nowadays. I've spent more time learning the ins and outs of creative accounting than I care to admit."

Barbara-Ann Minerva has posed:
Cheetah would lgance at Julia, "Well, it's different. Different cultures, different reputations.. You have some lunatic calling himself multiversal representative of Queen and Country and that's normal, but here us saying that you need a -gimmick- to help gain supportive employment in our communal business is out of bounds?" She would smirk over.
    "And business is business. Saw some pretty things I wanted to acquire. Was tracking them going to a museum. Someone beat me to the punch. They were quick."

Julia Pennyworth has posed:
Julia Pennyworth spreads her hands wide in a helpless shrug when the gimmicks are shown, and described a bit. "As I said, I don't realy run in the same class as you two seem to." There's a pause, her gaze sliding to Knox to correct herself, "Three." Dropping her hands back down she clears her throat lightly. "I moved cargo, and kept problems to a minimum during shipment. That unfortunately takes a lot of contacts that I don't have here quite yet. I'll give what you said some thought, though," she mumbles apparently taking it to heart. Tipping back her beer to drink up the last of it she sits up straighter with a firm shake of her head to test just how tipsy she may be. "Might start with getting some real beer over to you yanks."

Inque has posed:
?"I don't think I'd know a good beer from a bad one," admits Inque with a shrug and a smirk. "I don't drink anymore ever since... well... I became a drink. I don't miss it though. Biological processes are so /messy/."

Barbara-Ann Minerva has posed:
Cheetah would just look at Jules, "You asy that and you make my point why eveyrone's gonna think you're out just looking for some normal henching." She would shrug. "Guess probably someone has a bulletin board posting then in the back."

Julia Pennyworth has posed:
Julia Pennyworth shakes her head at that only to point at Cheetah's remark with a finger. A polite one. "Nope. Nope nope. Bit of a 'been there, done that, fuck them all' situation. Last job I did they tried to get me to move a shipment of kids. Drugs? Weapons? Money? Fine. Hell I don't even care about killing people. But I have my limits." Scowling in annoyance, she pushes away from her chair to her feet easily. Clearly the two beers hadn't done much for her.

"... I'll take what you said into consideration. Figure out my specialties I guess." Another small fold of cash is landed on the bartop, and she nods to both Inque and Cheetah. "Enjoy yourselves."

Inque has posed:
    Inque looks over at Cheetah, "Well, you /have/ to start somewhere. Get some experience under your belt, make a name for yourself." She looks back to Julia, "If you're any good, you'll rise above the riff raff."

    Her expression darkens at the mention of moving kids in cargo containers. "Give me their information," she says. "I'll make sure they'll never lay a hand on a child ever again."

Barbara-Ann Minerva has posed:
Cheetah would shrug and nod, "She's the one with experience. Listen to her." Speaking to the saboteur. And then a low nod. "Yes. They need to suffer slowly." She would fold her hands together. "And very, very painfully." She's in full agreement with Inque on this.

Julia Pennyworth has posed:
Julia Pennyworth pauses near the doorway. Inque's offer earns a dark smile, one of satisfaction really. It's the first genuine smile she's shown yet it's backed with something else. A similar dark, churning hate at the people in question. "Already done, luv. There's a reason I'm hiding out in the states now. Apprecite the offer though." Chuckling quietly she turns to head out again leaving them with, "It's amazing, the things you can do with landmines."

Inque has posed:
    Inque huffs, and leans back in her chair, crossing her arms. "Landmine's too quick," she says. "You've got to make them suffer." She /really/ doesn't seem to like child traffickers. "But good job on that. If you hang out here often enough, if I come across a lead for a job that's more suited towards your talents, I'll point you in the right direction."

Barbara-Ann Minerva has posed:
And as Julia would leave over, there's a 'huh' from Cheetah at the sudden and subtle changes over in the other woman's movement and her posturing. The first real emotion.. Then Cheetahw ould flash a smile. "Yes, I'm sure that either of us will be in touch. Good luck. And do remember.. Still need a name, Hoody Girl."