10701/Night out in Gotham

Night out in Gotham
Date of Scene:	08 April 2022
Location:	Shooters - Chelsea
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Monet St. Croix, Naria Shepard

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Monet St. Croix has posed:
A pool bar in Gotham wasn't the type of place she would normally be. But, sometimes one had to change it. A stop by Gotham and an inspection of the universit to confirm it's facilities were far beneath a woman of her intellectual pedigree, and now M was entertaining herself after a (wasted) journey to the location by going to one of the bars. Currently engaging in a game of pool with herself.
    By which she was on her tenth game in a row of having sunk every single shot right after one another going off geometry and physics. Going to once more shuffle her cue stick, pondering things to make it al itlte more difficult.

Naria Shepard has posed:
Not a place for a gig, but certainly a place to hang out. Rave arrives at shooters!

Dressed in her skirt and usual skin-baring top of her normal clubbing attire, the neon-bluenette moves her way through the doorway and towards the pool tables. She might be a performer and a quite obviously outed metahuman, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to be above hustling a little pool. As of a month or so now, she was actually able to get herself a drink, but it was twice as fun if she wasn't paying for it out of her own pocket.

Still, there's a blink and a quirk of her brow as she makes her way over, only to spot the other woman absolutely cleaning up.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix is less hustling and more not even bothering. She's done enough rounds of this to have been fully bored, and alsos hown off her skill to the point that there's no point in challenging her on it - or so she would presume. So she would leave the balls over in position and move to ignore most of the crowd while going over to the bar. Looking at the menu and moving to ask some rapidfire questions in French about the drinks.

A look from the bartender being indicative that they hadn't the slightest clue what she was asking about, the irritated ever-perfect M would sulk away.

Naria Shepard has posed:
French wasn't Rave's strongsuit, but it was a curiousity. Having likewise decided that even her own tricks wouldn't help her beat someone with that level of skill, she makes her way towards the bar, leaning lazily against the counter and then giving a light little giggle as she turns on her hip to look at Monet.

"I think you might struggle to find multi-ligual bartenders in Gotham," she offers in english.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shrug, "It merely means that this place has inferior intoxicants and no proper alcoholic beverages. Disappointing but expected. I do hope at least it has something that's not fully watered down and flavored with specs of foam like almost all American liquers have been made."

Naria Shepard has posed:
"So...not an 'on tap' sort of girl then?" she jests lightly before turning back to the bartender. A little beckon with her fingertip and the man was drawn over for Rave to place her own order...and then turn her head to glance back at Monet. "How about something sweet then? If you can't find something as strong or deep as you'd like."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would just look at Rave, "If and when this -country- can make beer of more than meagre taste and alcoholic content which is not mostly water and foam consistently, then whatever is on tap will have to suffice."

Naria Shepard has posed:
A raise of her brow, but Rave hadn't gotten an answer to her question. Of course, thanks to her powers? She had visited France before...although lacking the language, she'd really just relaxed on a beach in the south for a few hours. "I guess you'll have to bare with it in the meantime?"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would look even more sour, "Unfortunately. But what else was I expecting from something like -this- in -this- city?" Her saying it so dismissively and belittling as to only be an out of towner.

Naria Shepard has posed:
A little pulse of her glowing hair and eyes might actually offer a hint to the momentary irritation from the younger woman. Rolling her eyes lightly and crossing her arms under her bust. "I am offering to buy you a cocktail, something sweet, since the beer doesn't cut it. But if you'd rather lament inferior alochol..."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shrug over< "I find that acceptable. Forgive me, but you don't have to pay for anything for me. I'm the one that has been irritable and you have no requirement to cater to my mood." Wait, is she being nice and apologizing here?

Naria Shepard has posed:
A second copy of her own drink ordered, the sweet and fruity choice easy enough to make. Almost certainly a 'college' favorite, or maybe she just liked that it was blue-purple much like her own asthetic. If Monet wanted to pay for it and was apologising? She wasn't going to complain!

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would go to put up some coins over on the table to poay for the two drinks and shrug, "What is your name?" Her making casual conversation over as if it were merely automatic with no actual real intent behind it.

Naria Shepard has posed:
"I'm Rave," the girl offers, taking her drink and lightly drawing her straw up to her lips. Draining some of the volume, the girl grins a little. "Yes, that's my name. Or at least, it's the one I go by. What about you?"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would nod at Rave, "I am Monet." She would take a sip of the drink, ambivalent of it. But she had shown litlte more than scorn for things so far so perhaps ambivalency was a step up?