16471/Space Invaders and Cats

Space Invaders and Cats
Date of Scene:	02 December 2023
Location:	Long Night Bar
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Peter Quill, Vanessa Carlysle, Kitkat

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Peter Quill has posed:
Early evening in December in New York City means it's dark at like 5, and most people seek refuge in bars or coffee shops or pizzerias. Star Lord for his part has found a bar. A good bar it seems. It's small, it's dark, it's scuffed up. The floor is hardwood not some weird industrial carpet. It looks like it's been around since the mid 1950s. All good things for a bar. Also: they serve pretty good drinks. Or at least Peter seems to be enjoying himself, despite just two empties sitting in front of him. It may be the Long Night Bar, but it is questionable how deep into the night Peter will make it.

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Vanessa Carlysle doesn't /quite/ have an encyclopedic knowledge of nightlife spots for the tristate area, but she's got an extensive enough listing of bars in the back of her head that she's got a pretty easy method for a quiet night out.... find a bar she /hasn't/ heard of and hit it up.

And apparently The Long Night Bar fits the bill, the short haired brunette not quite dolled up for a night on the town or an evening of work, makeup's a touch more restrained, a little black dress under a black leather short cut jacket to fend off the chill a bit.

She takes in the environment as she steps in, lips quirking slightly... not bustling, no bone-rattling techno from an oversized speaker setup... one eyebrow /does/ lift at the sight of Pete's intake of drinks. Well, maybe he's got something he's trying to forget... and it's not like Vanessa's not had her own troubles with substance use, she's sure not going to judge. Not when she's already moving towards the bar to catch the attention of the bar tender and order a whiskey on the rocks.

Kitkat has posed:
It's not just dark outside, it's also getting cold fast, driving people inside. People like the redhead in pullover and jeans. Hands in the front pocket, she moves to the bar with a sigh, pulling out a trio of crumpled bills to push at the Barkeep. "Put that on my tab and then let the golden honey flow that you call Whiskey."

Not any bills, but Grant is a twin watched over by Franklin. Not that Kitkat had an idea that 200 dollars were a large amount, but it should be enough to get something to drink. Plus, that golden racelet on the arm would probably be worth more. Then, amber eyes, almost yellow, scan the room fully. A few moments they linger on Quill at the bar close to her, then on Vanessa, the lips forming a short smile.

Peter Quill has posed:
The redhead appearing and ordering whiskey gets a smile and a nod from Star Lord. He also glances at Franklin standing nearby, and then ahs, and turns his attention to the OTHER new arrival. A not-really-dolled-up Vanessa, and her little black dress, get a going over as well. He lifts his glass to the safer bet it seems -- Vanessa -- and then finishes off his drink.

The man then sets his glass on the bar and says to the bartender, "A drink for that one," a nod to Vanessa, "On me. And then another one of these," he says, touching the top of his empty glass with a finger, "For me." He's not slurring but...give it time.

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Vanessa lifts her glass in a little toast Star Lord's way before she's letting her gaze drift about the bar, not exactly the subtle once over of a practiced international spy, but there's a certain alertness that screams this a woman who's used to keeping herself out of danger, even if she's a little more clumsy than the more infamous femme fatales about town who might be on alert like that.

Alertness ratchets up just a little, between meeting the mysterious redhead's gaze for a moment, and then Peter paying for her drink. Eyes dart from him back to those empties again with a wry little quirk to her lips. "Just so you know, I'm /not/ stronger than I look, so if you're planning to sweet talk me into carrying you out to a cab..." She trails off with a little narrowing of her eyes.

Kitkat has posed:
Scoffing a moment as Peter invites Vanessa to a drink as she gets her golden liquid, lifting it to smell at the glass. In contrast to those femme fatales one might see on the newspapers, the redhead was pretty average, though at least not clumsy. Some freckles though.

"I think he just wants attention." she comments over Peter to Vanessa, tilting the head to the glasses a moment. "I think he can take his liquor."

Peter Quill has posed:
"I can. I've just been here awhile. Not looking for attention, just someone cute to look at," Peter says honestly enough. He then looks over at Kitkat and adds, "Or, two cute people to look at." He's not shy at least! Vanessa's comment gets a grin from him, and he says, "Oh, no, I'll get good and kicked out of the bar by a bouncer if it comes to that. No need to worry about throwing your back out. At least not on something like this...much better ways to do that..."

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Vanessa heaves out a little sigh like 'Someone cute to look at' isn't exactly a label she's /not/ used to getting at the bar. Still, /one/ guy like that? That's manageable for sure. She flashes a grin and shakes her head, "Oh, now now I can't go and let you get kicked out and pass out on the sidewalk... I mean, it's getting to /really/ be winter, and I'm not that much of a frigid bi-... uncaring woman, right?" She pops her eyebrows silently as she lifts her drink at that comment about throwing her back out, letting out a wordless, low noise of what might be agreement. She nods her head to Kit and grins, "Yeah, I think this guy's /trouble/... I mean, for one thing he's already planning for if he gets tossed out by a bouncer... in a dive bar that looks like it hasn't /got/ a bouncer. Trouble. He's definitely trouble."

Kitkat has posed:
Raising an eyebrow at the aborted word, Kitkat still nods at the remark about the weather. "Getting really ugly out there. Not just more water from the sky, but the sky orb is malfunctioning and hiding longer and I kid you not, there were cold flakes the other day that turned into water as they touched my hand! That's not time to sleep outside indeed!"

"I guess the question is how much trouble you're looking for, emerald eyes? No wait, that's more Jade than emerald."

Peter Quill has posed:
"The...sky orb?" Star Lord asks, turning to look back at Kitkat, seemingly quite confused by that terminology. "Are you...you're not one of Thor's lot are you? I've had enough of THAT guy lately..." He says, and then he shakes his head at Vanessa, "Doesn't look like it's got a bouncer...EVERY bar has a bouncer. Just, sometimes it's also the bartender." Very sound logic. He picks up his drink, and then takes a sizable sip of it.

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Vanessa shrugs to Peter, "Sun, I imagine? I mean, people call the sun all kinds of weird things... and, wait, you know Thor? Like, actually-a-god, totally-a-king-or-something Thor? Not just one of those costume dudes down in Times Square?" Eyes narrow suspiciously at Peter like she doesn't quite believe it. But still, those eyes linger as she sips her own drink and then nods to Kit, "Snow. The flakes are snow. Frankly I could do without it, but I can't afford a vacation to a tropical beach all winter, so... get used to it, we're sure to get heaped on with it in a month or so. And everyone's going to forget how to drive in it. Again."

Kitkat has posed:
"She gets it... uh... but no? I do not know Thor, btu I met the Hulk and the Tigra! Though I didn't get who she was when I did... Anyway, I know for next time. But really, snow suuuuuuucks. It's cold, leaves you wet and it doesn't even have the decency of running off the roof but collects." Kitkat remarks as she takes a tiny sip or three between sentences, smelling at the strong stuff.

"if anything, the bar got patrons that might go and throw."

Peter Quill has posed:
"The god? Ha! That's just what he wants you to think. Yeah, we've met. A time or two." Starlord says, frowning a bit at the memory of Thor, at least the ones he's got currently. He shakes his head, "You're better off just seeing him from afar, trust me." And then he downs some more of his drink. Perhaps he's trying to keep up with the Asgardian in his imagination.

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Vanessa bobs her head to Kit, "well, meeting the Hulk and not getting smashed through a wall is... probably a point of pride? I dunno if he's /actually/ that angry, but the news sure seems to think..." She rolls her eyes back to PEte and snorts, "Okay, super strong alien with a magic hammer like... wait, /is/ it magic? If he's not really a god, and he's just an alien, why do /Asgardians/ still call their stuff magic? That..." She frowns and throws her drink back, "That doesn't make much sense does it?"

Kitkat has posed:
Kitkat says, "WEll, the guy claiming to be the hulk was not really big... but he is in the same house as the Tigra, sooo... I guess he bulks out if he needs to." Kitkat notes, offering a crooked smile. "Didn't seem angry. But Magic is real. Maybe it actually is magic? I mean, it makes really fun stuff possible! Like breaking a hole between two places dimensions apart or other... do you want to see some magic?""

Peter Quill has posed:
"What, like a card trick?" Peter asks of Kitkat, before he shakes his head at Vanessa, "No, he's an alien. No magic. That hammer...some sort of super technology. I think. I don't know...you know?" And then another gulp of the beer, best not to waste it by letting it sit around. "Enough about that guy though...let's talk about you..." he says to Vanessa.

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Vanessa laughs softly and shakes her head slowly, "Well, at some point, magic and advanced technology don't matter so much. If Superman punches you, or Hercules punches you, magic and... whatever makes Superman strong do the same thing, right?" She shrugs lightly and quirks an eyebrow, "Oh! I'm not that interesting, really! Just your regular ol' city girl between jobs."

Kitkat has posed:
Since neitehr seems to want to see Magic, Kitkat just shrugs a little and takes a sip from her glass, smiling a little. "That's just silly. Magic is a means to advance technology, a science on its own."

Peter Quill has posed:
"You're plenty interesting...if you ever need a spaceship ride...give me a call..." Starlord says. Apparently the drink has caught up to him, as by the time he finishes saying this, he's snoozing on the bartop.