15816/Long Nights and Star Brights

Long Nights and Star Brights
Date of Scene:	09 September 2023
Location:	Long Night Bar
Synopsis:	Connor Hawke and Madelyne Pryor meet. Friends are made, drinks are drunk, and a long night of bar-hopping is set!
Cast of Characters:	Connor Hawke, Madelyne Pryor

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Connor Hawke has posed:
Long Night Bar.

Small, but no doubt a popular place to lose yourself in drink for whatever reason. This time of night it's just starting to get popular, with booths and tables filled out and the bar itself having comings and goings. The hard liquor is flowing, the beers are spilling, songs are sung by old sailors in the corner that contrasts against the radio playlist sounding throughout the bar.

There's even a makeshift dance floor!

But for one Connor Hawke, he seems to be at the bar.

Fresh off a patrol as Red Arrow that saw Blockbuster under police arrest, Connor slumps into his stool with a bit of relaxation. "Hey Max, finest whiskey you have my friend - open a tab, please." He requests and sets his credit card on the table while he waits for his Scotch to be poured.

Green eyes observe his surroundings. Gone is the red and black suit and instead he wears black jeans with dark - yet stylish - Jordan's on his feet. A red r-shirt adorns his front and covers his musculature and a jacket rests to keep him warm from the fall chill that's been settling in.

A simple evening.

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
What a week. So much time in the air and the rest of it holed up sleeping it off, just so she could get back in the plane again. Maddie has logged thousands of miles in the air this week without really trying. Then again, that's what happens when you're a pilot who flies private jets for obscenely rich people around.

It's a living.

Luckily, there's mandated downtime, so she has a couple of days off in a row. Which means it's time to go drink too much then stumble into an Uber home to pass out on the couch. Still, she has to drink too much first. The redhead slips into the Long Night dressed to be out partying. A white cami-style tank top, low rise black leather pants and cherry red high heels that add at least three inches to her height. She sidles up to the bar and takes a seat, conveniently leaving one open space between herself and Connor.

"Vodka tonic, extra lime, please."

Connor Hawke has posed:
"Thanks Max." Connor remarks as he gets his perfectly prepared whiskey with a single ball of ice dropped into the glass. A slow sip of the amber fluid and he lets it sit in his mouth for a moment to savor the taste. He hears the sound of high heels against the hard floor as Madelyne Pryor slips up to the bar with a free space between himself and her. He looks her way for a moment - good drink choice - and he finds himself admiring. He looks down for a sec before he smirks to himself.

'Be brave.'

Connor steps off of his stool and he moves to sit next to her.

"Hi. I'm Connor."

Brave indeed! Abd probably not super effective if you want to meet someone attractive at a bar. No mystique, no finesse just...simple.

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
Madelyne is used to people looking at her for one reason or another. Sometimes she's annoyed by it, but tonight, well, she did wear leather pants. Green eyes flicker over Connor as he sips his whiskey while she waits for her drink. When it arrives, she takes an almost dainty sip through the straw. It's almost dainty because she slugs back almost half of it in one go.

She doesn't seem too surprised when he slides over a seat and introduces himself. She gives him another once over, setting her glass down. "Madelyne," she replies. "But please call me Maddie, I'm not old enough for the full name treatment."

Connor Hawke has posed:
Madelyne's a beautiful woman. It's somewhat surprising to Connor that she hasn't been practically swarmed by s bunch of 'nice guys' with ulterior motives.

"Maddie. Cool name." Connor suggests to her with a smile. "I wish I had a clever nickname for you to use but all I got is Connor." He lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "Wish I was cooler, heh. So-" He takes a quick sip of his drink. "Regular or first time?" Connor tried to open with basic conversation. He smirks a little.

"Less cheesy than 'come here often' I figure."

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
"Connor's a perfectly fine name," she says with a slight smile. "At least it's not something like Hunter or ... I dunno, Taylor?" She shrugs, taking another long sip of her drink and promptly ordering another. It's that kind of night.

"I don't think I've been here before, but I'm no stranger to little dives like this. No frills, decent music on the jukebox, interesting people to watch." She grins impishly, green eyes glittering in the dim light. "No annoying frat bros at a place like this usually. Though they're fun to shoot down."

Connor Hawke has posed:
"Yeeaaah, they always move in packs. Frat boys are the worst." Connor had a....strange upbringing. Though her smile was captivating. Even as she teases him with names he could've been called. Hunter is at /least/ a cool name. "Or Chad, or Todd." He shivers noticeably, attempting to get a smile out of her. Though as he straightens up, he promptly downs the rest of his drink and orders another as well. "Whew. One of those weeks, you know?"

Birds of a feather.

"Well, you'll find all of that and more here." His green eyes meet her own and he chuckles. "I mean, last week I think Jackson slammed Mike through the door and there was a good brawl. I think they were having a passionate discussion about football." He suggests with a smirk.

"How do you know I'm not an annoying frat boy?" He teases her softly. "Oh no, are you a..."

He looks her in the eyes, narrowing them with a glint of mischief. "Sorority girl?"

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
"It's been a minute since I've seen a bar brawl. That'd be fun," she says with a little laugh as she expertly switches out for her refill. "Oh God. Chad. That's an unfortunate name." She gives an exaggerated shiver for effect. It makes her red hair glitter under the bar lights.

"I can just tell these things. You don't reek of insecure machismo for one. Two, you aren't wearing boat shoes or a fraternity t-shirt. Or puka shells." That gets a real shudder.

"And nah, I never went to actual college. I'm a pilot. I fly rich people around in their private jets and they don't pay me enough. I mean, It's decent enough money that I can live in the city, but dealing with the obscenely wealthy should come with hazard pay."

Connor Hawke has posed:
"Yeah, they're pretty fun. Well, they're fun when you're not necessarily in them. But if you ask me? A good bar brawl every now and again is /really/ good for taking out your stress. It's like a free workout with a side of justification." Connor regards with a smile. "I feel bad for every single man named Chad. It's like their parents didn't like them very much." He lets his shoulders rise and fall. Though an amused look in his eyes crosses his features.

"Well, well, well...I wasn't aware I was sitting with a detective." Connor smiles. "Want to teach me that trick? I can read body language decently well but otehrwise, I feel as though I'm unobservant." A blatant lie - or a misunderstanding of his own traits. Connor's /extremely/ observant. He's just not great at socialization in general, but Madelyne hasn't run to the hills so...he must be doing something right!

"Pilot huh? That's awesome." Connor compliments her career and he realizes she flies rich people around. "Rich people huh? Well, it's true, we kinda suck."

Oooohhhh Connor's wealthy?

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
Oh no, accidental insult! Maddie blushes a bit, though given how fast she's sucking down her drink, the booze might have something to do with it. Maybe. She's already tapping for a third. Either she can hold her liquor or she's going to have a very bad morning.

"I didn't mean it like that. ... Well, I mean, I guess I did, but you're nice and hang out in a place like this and know the guy behind the bar by name. You're clearly not at all like some of my clients. You're funny and down to earth and don't seem the least bit snobby. You're alright so far in my book, Connor."

Connor Hawke has posed:
D'awwwww shucks!

Connor seems to blush when she heaps praise on him. Though Connor can't tell if hers is because she felt embarassment or because she's into her cups already. "W-well, I m-mean...I'm *okay* I think..." Connor coughs a little bit into his hand, but he does slowly look up towards Madelyne, a warmth on his features.

"I think you're pretty alright too." He remarks with a little nudge of his foot to her own, a playful, flirtatious thing. "And I like being good in your book. Out of curiosity, where do you normally fly to?" And he is now on his fourth drink. Least he can hold in his liquor!

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
"I do a lot of coast flights. Here to LA, here to Miami. Some trips to Dallas too. Europe occasionally, but those aren't too common because of fuel concerns. It's hard to nonstop across the Atlantic in a small jet."

Her eyes flicker down when he nudges her foot with his, her heel clicking lightly against the metal of the stool. An eyebrow raises ever so slightly and she takes another sip through the straw, making eye contact with Connor. Pulling the straw away, she licks her lips.

"How about we do a little bar crawling? See if we can find some trouble?"

Connor Hawke has posed:
Connor whistles. "Sounds pretty busy. You know, I'm pretty happy I ran into you tonight." Connor tells her with a smile on his face. "Pilots work some hard hours. Takes a lot of focus to be one, takes even more to be a good one." Connor watches her reaction then when he nudges her foot. A little bit of footsie, no doubt, but the eyebrow that gets raised as they lock eyes once again.

A flush of red reaches his cheeks.

"Now you're speaking my language. The night's still young-" He pulls out some money and sets it on the counter. "With a lot of opportunities in how to spend it." And yet, never once did his eyes leave hers. "Which one you want to hit up first?"

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
The night is still young, and if she goes bar hopping with Connor, she's not going to have to melt some creep's brain in self defense. She'll just let Connor punch them in the mouth. It'll be great.

"I'm not sure, really. Someplace fun and/or trashy. You choose, I'll follow. We'll have a great time, though."

Connor Hawke has posed:
It /is/ going to be easier for Connor to punch a jerk in the face rather than Madelyne needing to think fast and on her feet. Plus, fighting drunk is /infinitely/ more entertaining than fighting sober. Connor lifts his drink and he offers it to Madelyne.

"You got it. Let a night of fun truly *begin*. Here's to great times and starshines."

Oh, if only they knew how much trouble they can /actually/ get up to in one night. Though it may be the morning that htey regret *everything* that's about to happen over the course of the next couple hours.