15661/Saturday night

Saturday night
Date of Scene:	20 August 2023
Location:	Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Girls
Synopsis:	Quick social. Social life, what?
Cast of Characters:	Neena Thurman, Monet St. Croix, Gabby Kinney

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Neena Thurman has posed:
Yes, it's Saturay night at Sister Margaret's; one of the best kept secrets of the City. It doesn't see the tourist trade, it doesn't even see the bulk of Bronx natives. As they say, 'IYKYK'.

And that's the way everyone likes it.

An hour or so away from the tables, the maps, the satellite images and random dark Internet footage of Madripoor, Domino is taking full advantage of her brief 'down time'. Dressed in her leathers, the raven-haired albino is leaning on her pool cue, hands wrapped about them as she looks at the scattered table...

Monet St. Croix has posed:
The trip over had been somewhat eventful. Taking the taxi had gone wrong with a driver that took the theory of relativity as more of a 'suggestion' than a law of physics, horrid directions, and driving that would be erratic even by the standards of a Mad Max movie.

Not helped by the fact that the driver was singing 'She Drives LIke Crazy' the entire way there.

SO, it's a disoriented, exhausted looking Monet that heads on in even as the taxi that dropped her went to do a donut, spiral about, and do a 180 in the wrong direction through traffic.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney had her own motorcycle. Sure it wasn't a very awesome bad-bitch motorcycle, but it got her where she needed to go and was perfectly 'her' sized. The Honda Trail comes to a park up on the curb as she arrives and kicks the stand down to leave it there. If someone was dumb enough to try to take it? Well she was certainly going to have fun tracking them down later. Though really it was doubtful anyone would want it.

It wasn't often she visited anymore (mostly because Roach was creepy), but she was trying to check in now and again. It never hurt to do that. With her Rebel Fighter helmet tucked under her arm she steps in through the long hall pausing to flip off the cameras she knew looked over people as they arrive.

It was either going to be Wade or Roach seeing it so the flip off was valid.

Just a few steps behind Monet it seemed. "Hey M, hey Domino," she calls out in a friendly way that just... seemed a little out of place here.

Neena Thurman has posed:
Domino lean/hangs on her pool cue, her head quirked as she surveys the layout of the table. There's the crooked smile that accompanies the study, all the different permutations of exactly how to sink the most in the single shot dancing in her head. Finally, thought only heartbeats have passed, the albino merc leeeeeans across the table, and sings out, "Red, yellow, and blue in the corner, side and far corner pocket."

That does get some attention, obviously those who are aware of Dominos' reputation but perhaps have never seen her in action.

*clickclackclickclick*

Once the balls fall into their respoective pockets, Domino takes the moment to greet those newly entered. "Hey.. be with you in a sec. I'm buying." Courtesy of her opponent, who doesn't look all that thrilled about being fleeced.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would take a moment to reorient herself, before turning over to face Neena, "How goes your analysis?" She hadn't kept herself updated of the operational plans for the coming Madripoor mission. Something that she had come here at least to partially remedy. "I'm not interrupting you, am I?" Whehter or not she was - it was polite to ask, even if she wouldn't exactly excuse herself anyways. Because M was not that thoughtful kidn of girl.

"Gabrielle, I hope that you are doing well." She would offer to the petite, scarred girl. "It has been awhile since I've had the chance to talk to you more than in passing."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney just shakes her tongue at the guys that lost to Domino. Either they didn't know who she was, didn't know her rep, or didn't believe her rep. There were always a few. "No problem take your time," she assures while moving to flop into a chair near poor Monet. Poor dizzy Monet.

"I'm fine," she assures with a grin and little wave of her hand. "But yeah it's been busy lately running the group and everything else on top of it. The group, the store, and the OTHER store, plus occasional patrols out in Gotham and..." Here she pauses considering. "I may be overworking myself a bit."

Neena Thurman has posed:
*clickclackclickclick*

Domino gets the final shot, and everything empties dutifully. The raucous laughter doesn't help mitigate the loss for her opponent, of course, and as she puts her had out for the money, it's grabbed around her wrist. It's in that second that Domino reacts, and she spins in to flip the guy onto the table, a loud *crack* resounding through the room. Whether that's the table or the guy's arm?

Oops, judging from the angle of the arm?

Ouch.

Thus released, Domino picks at the pocket, and a wallet appears. A good chunk of change is pulled, and the wallet is flipped back, landing open on the man's chest.

"As I said, 'on me'."

It's an easy cross for Domino to join the others, and leaning on the bar, nods at Weasel to rack 'em up once more.

"You know, you're supposed to let them lead themselves. Just point ina direction." Uh huh. So says 'number two' of X-Force. A position she obviously shares.

"Not interrupting, at all."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would look over at Gabby for amoment, "You have a rather.. Varied lifestyle, Gabrielle." Monet is not one to tell the girl to drop some things and prioritize. The girl knows that well enough and M respects her enough not to patronize her. Or to suggest she delegate. Gabby will do that if she feels it's the right thing, or keep up with it.

Or have a psychotic breakdown that sends her on a massive killing spree that has a future Howlett from a timeline hwere this happened come down to the past to share a friendship is magical moment about trusting others to lend a hand and that you're not alone in things. Because even with time travel and post apocalyptic timelines, Gabby's gonna do her own thing.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Oh my god not with this group. If you don't check up on them they'll do something stupid, like decide they can totally survive jumping into that pit of demons to fight them bare handed," Gabby groans. Gabby, who was prone to jump into things because she could heal, and who often attacked by latching onto targets bigger than herself. Yet she somehow knew this was bad but did it anyway herself.

"Seriously magic user types need hand holding. You can't *tell* them that, but they do," she assures with a solemn nod as she leans her chair back on two legs comfortably balanced. "Gimme a rootbeer, Weasel. I don't trust that you clean the keg lines for anything else." Even if this probably was one of the places she could get a beer and no one would look at her too odd for being too young.

"The clothing shop actually runs itself for the most part, I just make sure people get paid, and get to go over designs and stuff. That's the fun part. And it's 'Berto's fault for giving me the place for Christmas so blame him for giving me more work," she adds with an amused grin. It did help to have some 'legit' income though.

A glance is cast to the man with the broken arm as she shakes her head. "Really dude? Dumb move."

Neena Thurman has posed:
Domino's been around the block more than once, working both solo and within a group. She can understand, but oddly enough, Cable's the one who is a touch more sympathetic to others' plights. Not her. Heart of stone. Keep up or just don't.

"They'll learn."

The drinks appear on the bar, and not all that far from her hand. One glass is taken in hand, and turning out, she can be sociable. "Nice that you have a side hustle." Looking at the glass, Domino knocks it back quickly, and with an audible exhale, sets it back on the bar top.

"A rootbeer, though? Seriously? Just a rootbeer?" Her tones hold that incredulity; the sort that asks why a minor would go for a rootbeer willingly when alcohol was available.

Sigh, kids these days.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would let out a sigh, "I would suggest that you pass them along to Illyana. She never has enough experimentatl subjects to toy with and I'm sure that she would enjoy them. Failing that, at least the mention of her would remind the smaller fish of their place in the sea. And the bigger ones that are quite happy to come along and spear them." At the mention of a rootbear, she would glance down at Gabby. "I thought that your healing factor would settle any issues." Or was the alcohol here that bad? In which case, did Cable drink things here? ANd if he did, then that explained quite a bit. The exchange of 'neener neener' (as she would term it) between Neena and the idiot is just glanced at, the man being given a 'you're a waste of existence' expression before returning to Neena.

"If they don't, then you can always simply make an example of them to instill fear in their brethren. That'sa lmost always an acceptable method."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney reaches out to take the rootbeer once it's delivered seeming quite content in it. It could be coke, too, but at least rootbeer had a nice fizz to it. While Domino questions her on it, and Monet asks about settling any issues, she takes a drink. Her free hand point-snaps at Monet in response as if she had got it in one.

"Yes, it will, but that doesn't mean I really want to think about the gross stuff in there or *smell* it, either. And I could beat everyone in here in a drinking competition, Domino, at the same time. Doesn't seem to be a point to it."

Neena Thurman has posed:
Domino's not giving the peanut gallery any notice now, her blue eyed attention on 'her people'. "They need to learn there are always bigger and better." That said, has the merc learned that? Nothing wrong with falling back and regrouping for new tactics. "Or they won't." That last bit is added with a lifted shoulder in a half-shrug.

Shifting back, the albino slides onto the barstool, the empty glass abandoned. Now comes for the bar food, that is, the (still) free peanuts, and the order for some wings is made without breaking stride.

"Not talking about a competition. Talking about just having a drink. But, if you don't want it?" More for her. "It's on Leon, over there." Come to think of it?

So are her wings.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would have a glance over at Leon, crossing her arms, "I'll pass, thank you." If /Gabby/ doesn't trust any of the alcohol here, with the Howlett family desperation to keep alcohol in thier constantly purifying booze-stream, then she trusts the girl's instincts. She does, however, take out enough money to pay for the share of the drink that she's not having, which in turn means more booze for Domino.

"Most plans require a fallback element to them." Aka for those more tactically inclined, the 'Brave Sir Robin' maneuver.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney chuckles warmly with another drink of her own. Sure it was soda, but it was okay. It's guzzled down in all it's sugary goodness and she scoots off the chair to her feet. "It's fine if it's bottled, M. Just not tap," she assures her friend before nodding toward Domino again as well.

"Yeah, I know, but I can't get drunk anyway so..." She can only shrug. "Only when I really feel like I need to pretend I'm getting drunk." There were times. Really. "Sorry to hop in and run, but ... I'm bored and need to burn off some energy. I'll be around."

Neena Thurman has posed:
No one can tell Dom that she does the cowardly backslide as per 'Brave Sir Robin'. More like, she'll fall back, reassess the situation, and change tactics. No one's ever called her a coward..

"I wouldn't say 'most'. I'd say some. All depends on the preparation and having reality differ widely from intel." Domino leans on the bar, her elbow propping her head. She'll be here for a while, undoubtedly.

"Ah well. Yeah, see ya later, Gabs. We'll find something more exciting for you." Bored.

Reaching out for the next drink on the line, this one she takes a couple of swallows before breathing out. "Right. You still have sensibilities. But, I applaud you for having that slice of pizza the other night. Took courage."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
As Gabrielle goes out the front door as her attention span goes elsewhere, Monet turns to face Neena, before she can so much as say a word to the departing girl. "I fail to see why she has an issue managing the time of others when she has so much herself." Of course M's going to say that right after Gabby has left! But, at least M respected her enough to not jibe her with it while she was here, so middle ground?

"I do not presume to be a tactician, but I have noted that most circumstances have little in common with those that were prepared for. And that the accuracy of information acquired is only determined sometime later after it would have been useful."

That might get a bit of a laugh from Neena. Maybe. "There was nothing else to have unelss I wished to be teleported back down to the planet or take alcohol slightly more palapatable than here."