16582/G.W. Ate Here!

G.W. Ate Here!
Date of Scene:	15 December 2023
Location:	Fraunces Tavern - Financial District
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Nico Minoru, Noh-Varr

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Nico Minoru has posed:
Thank God It's Friday.

The evening finds the tavern somewhat crowded. People want to eat where George Washington himself ate after all.

A certain Japanese gothling is no exception to such a thing. Having scored herself a booth, she beams as she looks forward to her order when it's brought out. A steaming shepherd's pie with all it's comfort food goodness, and a bottle of Blue Moon. With a sigh, she bows her head towards the waitress before looking at the spread before she mutters under her breath.

"Note to self, I can't use ROB anymore in front of ATMs."

Noh-Varr has posed:
"Probably not a bad idea." It's said in agreement from the booth behind Nico, where a man with white hair is sitting, staring at the menu without really looking at it. He glances around, looking vaguely disappointed. "I'm told a card and the PIN number work best."

Noh-Varr doesn't look like an alien zen fascist himbo. He looks like an average slightly preppy himbo, stubble across his face as he turns to glance over the booth at Nico, expression slightly puzzled. "Or are you talking bank robbery? Because that's not acceptable then either."

Nico Minoru has posed:
Shit. Someone overheard her. Trying to not look guilty of committing a felony, she shakes her head and pffts, trying to exude some cool confidence instead.

"ROB is how I remember my passcode." she tells him, whatever that means. It's not exactly the best lie.

Still, Nico gives him a look over and tilts her head. "But if I was, what would you do?" she asks, clucking her tongue on the inside of her cheek.

"Punish me?"

Noh-Varr has posed:
"Money and the use of it as a form of barter is a symptom of the decadence of a capitalist society." Noh-Varr shakes his head slowly, "I believe the publishment in most of the world is imprisonment or the death sentence. But I've been told capital punishment is outlawed."

He squints at Nico, obviously not believing her lie in the least. "I assume I do not need to." He raises one eyebrow. "I don't keep my money in the bank, so why should I care?"

Nico Minoru has posed:
The statement definitely causes her to blink with surprise for more than a few moments. "How Marxist of you." Nico comments, before motioning towards the empty spot in front of her.

"And it's good that you dont keep your money in the bank. There's lots of superpowered robbers out there and all." she says with a sage nod, "But what's your name? I'm Nico." she says, introducing herself should he take the offer for a seat.

Noh-Varr has posed:
Noh-Varr says, "Noh.. lan." 'Nolan' doesn't look the least bit self-conscious about how brazen his own lie is, just nodding as if accepting that no one is going to be truthful and everyone lies about their name. "Really, I don't see the use in a barter system that isn't backed by an actual physical object."

He grabs his drink (craft beer) and sits down, bringing his menu with him. He's dressed in dark clothes, snug and well fitting, and moves with the sort of easy grace of someone very confident in their physical presence. "Still. The drink selection is good. Weak, but acceptable... The hops is a little strong, though."

Nico Minoru has posed:
"Nice to meet you, Nolan." If she notices the hesitation between the syllables, she doesn't really pay it much mind.

Taking a sip of her own hefeweizen, she shrugs her shoulders. "This place serves all sorts, and it's more of one of those family friendly pubs, so they're not going to hae the super strong stuff. You want the stuff that will grow hair on your chest? You go to a dive bar." she says before digging into her shepherd's pie.

Noh-Varr has posed:
"Dive bar? Isn't that where men go to cruise?" Noh-Varr asks with a frown, "I went to one in Madripoor once. Guy told me I was Euro-Trash and suggested I practice prostitution."

He eyes his drink consideringly, and adds, "But the alcohol was adequate." And he adds, after taking a drink, "Nice to meet you too Nico of New York."

Nico Minoru has posed:
His turn of phrase definitely causes her to quirk a brow. He gets another appraising glance and she tilts her head, peering at him quizzically.

"I don't think you'd make a good sex worker. Too pretty." Nico says with a sage nod. "But no, there are dive bars where people just are there to drink. Whether or not it's for cruising, I can't say. I've only really been on the bartender side of such things." There's a shrug before taking another bite of her shepherd's pie.

"So are you Euro-trash? I don't sense an accent."

Noh-Varr has posed:
"I haven't made it to Europe yet, but I hear the chocolate is better than here in the USA." Noh-varr says placidly, wiping foam off his chin delicately with his napkin, green eyes intense as he looks around. "I also properly recycle. So probably not if I understand the phrase well"

Well, ain't he a strange one. But then again, there are living universes and whatever the hell Ragdoll is running around. "Thank you for the compliment. I prefer to make money through other means, it's true. You're too pretty to be a sex worker too, I assume? Which is why you tend bar?"

Nico Minoru has posed:
"If you haven't made it to Europe, then you can't be euro-trash." The mention of recycling causes her to let out a hearty laugh and then she shakes her head. "You're funny, Nolan of..." and she tilts her head waiting for him to hopefully fill out his origin.

Even if he doesn't answer, she continues. "I'm not a sex worker. I couldn't handle the hours." Cause she likes to get her sleep at night. "And bartending is a good job. It lets me meet interesting people and make new connections."