15161/Meanwhile, on the other side of the tracks...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the tracks...
Date of Scene:	17 June 2023
Location:	A seedy bar near New York City.
Synopsis:	Zinda and Sunrise cross paths in a bar.
Cast of Characters:	Zinda Blake, Sunrise Aberdeen

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Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake is truly a social chameleon. Last night she was at the Ritz Carlton in full dress blues for an Admiral's retirement party. This afternoon, she is in a much seedier part of town. In a bar. And definitely not in dress blues.

It's 8 o'clock in the evening, but Zinda has already been here for several hours. If you're going to drink all day, you need to get an early start. The bar is in the industrial district of a New York City suburb. The neighborhood was fine when she arrived, but now that night has settled in the local wildlife is starting to come out.

Zinda sits at the end of the bar, and the military event last night has her feeling nostalgic. Wearing her trademark shorty-short skirt and knee boots, an authentic flight jacket is worn open over a crisp, white t-shirt. There are half a dozen empty longnecks on the bar in front of her, and she takes a pull from a fresh one while watching some sporting event on the TV.

Sunrise Aberdeen has posed:
When Sunrise enters the bar, she draws a few glances. For one, the pale teen doesn't look old enough to be in here. It's amazing what a quick glamour on a simple-minded human can do. Either way, here she is, with her skinny jeans, skate shoes, and faded, too-long Nirvana shirt. her skateboard is under one arm, with the trans flag painted on the bottom, with the words 'THIS MACHINE EATS FASCISTS' across it.

The girl glances about before approaching the bar and leaning on it. "Uh." She glances over at Zinda, and then nods. "I'll have whatever she's havin'."

Zinda Blake has posed:
The unusually-dressed girl definitely catches Zinda's attention, blonde brows lifting at the girl's appearance as well as her fashion choices. Pointing her bottle towards the skateboard, she asks. "Shouldn't you be parkin' that thing outside?"

Then Zinda offers her trademark smile for punctuation. It would be poster-worthy, if there wasn't a bit of drunken crookedness to it.

A couple of big, rough-looking guys filter into the bar a few moments after Sunrise, looking her over. One snorts, then hawks and spits on the floor.

Sunrise Aberdeen has posed:
The blonde grins a bit at that. Her drink arrives but she ignores it, turning to eye the older woman, instead. "They can ticket me if they wanna." Her bright eyes dip over Zinda before she's distracted by the men that are entering. She glances over her shoulder at the rude one. If she can, she lets her gaze meet his. She then simply states: "You should be more respectful." Impossible to sense to most, there is an undercurrent of power to her words, pushing into the jerk's brain before she glances back to Zinda.

Zinda Blake has posed:
The guy met her gaze out of reflex, eyes widening a touch as he tips the brim of his greasy cap. "Beg pardon, ma'am." he offers. The other two look a bit confused, but all three find a table and sit down without a fuss. When Sunny's gaze turns back to Zinda, the blonde pilot is still drinking her beer. But her other hand has dropped below the bar, and she cradles one of the empty longnecks like a weapon. "Nicely handled, sugar." Zinda drawls. "I'm Zinda." She doesn't give her last name, perhaps hoping for a little anonymity after being in the spotlight at the party.

Sunrise Aberdeen has posed:
The men are utterly ignored by the girl now. Just like her drink. No, her attention is focused on the older woman. "Zinda. Cool name. Never heard it before. I'm Sunrise."

Zinda Blake has posed:
"Sunrise. Nice name." Zinda replies. And she looks pleased at the lack of recognition, even. The pilot points to the skateboard, then. "No offense, but I ain't really up to speed on all these symbols and slogans you kids use nowadays."

Sunrise Aberdeen has posed:
She blinks at that and glances down at the skateboard. "Huh? Well...the flag means I'm trans? Y'know...transgender? A trans girl?" Sunrise seems to not have any idea who Zinda is. To her credit, she grew up without much education, really, and lives on the streets now.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda takes another slow pull from the bottle, draining it while Sunrise explains. She raises it as a signal to the bartender, then sets down the empty. "Transgender..." she muses. Blue eyes brighten, then she laughs. "OH! That means you're -fancy-..." And Zinda looks quite amused at that, for some reason. "You know I got a whole bunch more questions, now. Hope y'all don't mind."

Sunrise Aberdeen has posed:
The teen smirks a bit and glances down at her scrawny, skater self. "Yeah. Fancy. And sure. Just know if It turns out to be, like...a shitty question...I probably won't answer. But you seem cool, so whatever."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda calls to the bartender. "Leave the cap on that one, Frank! It's gonna be 'to go'." The blonde pilot slides off of her stool, standing with remarkable ease, given the amount of beer she's consumed. "Well this ain't the place. And I promise you it ain't gonna be a shitty question. C'mon. My Jeep's outside." Reaching into her pocket, Zinda peels off a few large bills and trades them for the unopened beer. "C'mon, honey. Walk with me."

Sunrise Aberdeen has posed:
She furrows her brow a bit, as this has taken a turn she didn't expect. Notoriously curiousm, though, she shrugs and steps away from the bar. Her drink is still untouched, simply sitting there on the counter. The scrawny blonde watches the older woman and waits for her, before turning to follow her on out of the bar.