1783/Mutants, No Holds Barred

Mutants, No Holds Barred
Date of Scene:	21 May 2020
Location:	Harry's Hideaway (Bar)
Synopsis:	A group of X-men walk into a bar... and it's a barfight!
Cast of Characters:	Lorna Dane, Henry McCoy, Rogue, Piotr Rasputin, Jamie Madrox

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Lorna Dane has posed:
It was the usual hang out for those from Xavier's: it was close, it was comfortable, and it was familiar. Perhaps that's why Lorna agreed to go on her brief return to the Mansion. So out with a few others from the school, she went, even though public opinion was decidedly a mixed bag here in the States. Harry's had always been just a hair safer in feel compared to NYC.

Lorna wore a simple pair of blue jeans, and a T-shirt. At least here, she didn't bother to tuck away her green hair, hoping that no one would comment on it or connect it to who she was. As the group settled in at a booth, she sank into the worn seat and grabbed a plastic wrapped menu with both hands.

"Mmmm burgers and fries." She glanced around at the others that had come with. "Anyone wanna split a basket of onion rings?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
If any eyes are drawn, it'll be to the big blue Beast. He's got on a t-shirt and jeans, along with wide sneakers. While he understood the dangers of the world these evenings, he still felt odd having to look over his shoulder for trouble. Thank goodness for exceptional hearing and senses!

Once he was settled in, and sure the seat wasn't going to buckle, he relaxes a bit. He too, takes up a menu. "I'll definitely help with them, of course." He grins over to Lorna. His appetite is rather legendary.

Rogue has posed:
From over Hank's shoulder, the door to the bar opens up and trouble steps through in the form of Rogue. With stylish Aviators on over her eyes she reaches up to push them on to herforehead as she pauses in the doorway to let her eyes adjust to the interior dimness. She's not 21, but this place doesn't kick under 21s out until around 9:30pm anyway. Until then they're welcome and allowed to dine on the great great food here.

She hadn't come with them, but she does recognize them when she sees them at their table and starts toward them. No longer a student, since she graduated, Rogue approaches the table with former teachers and she grins at them. "Ya'll gettin' drunk on a Thursday?" She asks, announcing herself then.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr is also present, not exactly one to pass up a chance to go off campus to get food. He is in as Swole Patrol t-shirt and jeans. He is able to get his own seat, and gives a nod of agreement to onion rings, when Rogue's arrival results in a wave, "Not getting drunk, just burgers... and onion rings." The Russian grins and resumes looking at the menu to select his dinner.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna held up a finger, "Piotr isn't, but I certainly am considering it. You don't spend a few weeks eating nothing but MRE's and--" She broke off, and glanced at the other two far more responsible adults. "Okay, maybe you do if you're underage, but I am of age.. and not currently driving." She mused, and flipped over the menu and hmmm'ed. At least with Hank and Piotr, she could swipe whatever she wanted food wise and someone would eat it.

Meanwhile someone had switched over on the jukebox another song, cutting off Smoke on the Water, for Dream On.

Henry McCoy has posed:
A grin from Hank, looking over at the ever boisterous Rogue. "Have you ever seen me drunk?" He chuckles. "I think I would be in a very sorry state if I consumed that much alcohol." The big man shrugs, looking to Lorna and Piotr. "I can drive, no worrying about that."

"Coming to join us?" He asks of Rogue, making sure there is room for her to get in the booth next to him if she likes. "MREs... oh dear. Yes, real food is in order for you Lorna." He taps a claw at the menu. "I think I am going with the double-bacon burger and fries."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue lets he eyes roam over all 3 of them before she shakes her head softly. "Probably safer if I just take a chair." Since it's warming up outside, she's just wearing a light grey tanktop with the word 'POW' in darker grey across her chest. So since she's got bared arms and her gloves only go up to her wrists, she reaches for a chair and spins it around, then sits on it backwards like she's about to relate to some ornery teenagers. "So it's just a bit'a bar food for ya'll tonight then?" She asks, folding her arms on the back of the chair.

"How much do I have t'pay to see Hank get plastered?" She's teasing of course, for funs.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr nods and says, "Probably going to go for my usual, two half-pounders, some fries, and a Dew." He stretches his neck a little and gets comfortable in the booth and says, "That's fair, Lorna," he nods and turns to Rogue, "But feel free to join us!" He looks back to the menu, "Oh, should probably grab some cheese curds, too." There is a menu, it has his attention, gotta follow those priorities.

Jamie Madrox has posed:
There's the roar of a motorcycle's engine outside that may or may not be audible to those inside depending on the sensitivity of their ear. After it dies down, Jamie - in his usual green tee, jeans, and trench coat - wanders in and looks around. There's usually some mutants here; will today be different?

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna snickered into her menu, smiling as she shook her head. "Oh man, probably more than is good for anyone's pockets." She murmured in regards to Rogue's question about paying for Hank to get plastered. She still looked amused as she flipped over the menu, and grinned over at Beast and Piotr.

"Right, bacon cheese fries, All American Burger, Onion rings.. and hmm.." She glanced at the deserts. "Ice cream sundae." She shrugged once, and as a waiter finally came over to take their orders, the news had popped on the screen above the bar. A few sports updates ran by, and people seemed to faintly pay attention to the background noise.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Of course he nods to Rogue, understanding her prudence in choosing a chair on the outside of the booth. A chuckle at the comment from Lorna, shaking his head. "Perhaps Warren will attempt that some evening." A shrug and a happy grin. "He's got the wallet to support it, I wager." His meal selected, he offers the menu over to Rogue.

"So, MREs. Why the ghastly diet, Lorna?" He asks, turning his attention to her. His ears prick up at the sound of the motorcycle - but it's nothing unusual here.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue's chin lowers down to press against her forearms on the back of the chair. She stares at the three of them with her pale green eyes like this, sunglasses on her forehead and hwer white bangs draping down over her arms on the left side whilethe right stays tucked behind an ear. "I was comin' t'pick up an order'a food for some'a the kids at the school. Like ten burgers'n such. I don't imagine it's gonna be ready for another twenty minutes though, cause I shot right on over here. Not afraid t'fly here, after all. Less likely t'get seen since it's so close."

At Lorna, Rogue smiles. "You're gettin' yourself some comfort food, if'n ya ask me, based on that Sundae. Can't says I blame ya though."

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
"Ice cream is a good call," Piotr says solemnly, giving Jaime a nod as he arrives, and then returns his attention to the rest in the group, and laughs, "Warren certainly could afford it, but it would probably take a bit of time and I don't think we want to spend all night figuring out how much it takes to get Hank drunk." Piotr grins and then nods to Rogue, "I forget how much those kids can eat. It is mildly impressive."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna sighed heavily, and as a glass of water and a tall glass of cider was set before her, she happily started to sip at her drink. "Well Genosha only has so much in terms of utilities and well.. refrigeration isn't quite there for food. So it's all instant meals and camp stoves." She muttered, and wrinkled her nose. "So damn right I'm having chocolate and burgers, and grease." She grinned at Hank.

"And yeah, Warren might just be down for that. He certainly does have the disposable income."

The news shifted from sports to playing a loud clip of Reverend Stryker's sermon that had played on youtube, the news reel covering the reactions from locals and those abroad.. And then shifted to covering the incident that Stryker spoke of.. Of //her// destruction of the Magistrate's ships from a shaky cell phone camera.

Lorna noticed it, and shifted uncomfortably in her seat, glancing away and sink deeper in her chair.

Henry McCoy has posed:
It wasn't hard to notice - with the news and her discomfort. Hank sat up a bit straighter, eyes on Lorna. "There's always a spin." He offers over, quietly. "You did the right thing." The Beast offers over to her. "Eat, be merry. You are with friends and family." The man murmurs.

Still, sharp ears are focused - he's listening for the stir of unrest among the other bar patrons. Not that he expects it, as they tend to frequent the place often. A grin to Piotr. "Perhaps Bobby would be good at calculating such? He is a math wiz, after all."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue flashes a grin at PIotr and nods at him. "They're like horses, all'a them." She replies about the kids and their ability to stuff down food. At Lorna and Hank then Rogue looks and watches them as they talk back and forth. "Wish I knew how t'help with Gensoha." Rogue speaks up softly, the first time she's really ever spoken about Genosha. She's heard a lot about it, been there on a couple X-Men missions too, but always kept her thoughts to herself on it all.

The TV draws her eyes away though and she looks over her shoulder. She smirks then and puts a gloved hand up to her mouth. "Turn that shit off!" She shouts in a playful way, not really serious, even if she means it.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
"They are growing children," Piotr nods and then looks to the television, and hearing it and Rogue's response, he calls over, "Aren't the playoffs on?" Asking in regards to the National Hockey League. "Definitely less divisive," is what he says to the group gathered at the booth, "Last thing we need this that, right now."

Lorna Dane has posed:
The review of old news is cut with a BREAK NEWS bulletin. The news of Tony Stark's stepping down from the Presidential bid plays, followed immediately by the announcement that the well known, mutant-hating Senator Kelly was now launching his own bid for the Presidential race. It was back to back, announcement after announcement and the mood of the bar was rapidly shifting from annoyance at the new broadcast to active interest.

Lorna sat up in her seat, her eyebrows shooting upward as she leaned forward, listening. "Oh shit.." She whispered, her jaw falling open as a few people, most likely well drunk by now--started to get into it, arguing about Stark's dropping from the face, Lex's chances at winning, and now Kelly's bid for the White House.

Henry McCoy has posed:
And the hits just keep on rolling. Hank looks to the television, then back to the table of friends. "This is going to be a bumpy year." He says, running fingers through his hair. Is his fur turning gray yet? First Stryker piping up, now Kelly for president.

"Maybe I will have a beer or two." He grumbles.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is young, she doesn't understand the full implications of all of this stuff, but she's no dummy and she knows that between Lex and Kelly, Lex is the better choice? And Lex is a notoriously sketchy billionaire company owner? Something like that. "Yeah, I'm not sure if this is the year I throw in a ballot or not." She says with a grin back to the older three. "Wait, am I even old enough t'vote?" She asks, looking to Hank specifically because well, Piotr is Russian and Lorna has green hair. Surely Hank has the answers here.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr tenses up. This is becoming awkward, "I hear you, Hank, but I will probably still abstain, I do not think mixing emotion and alcohol is wise." He rube his temples, wishing food was here, but he does not have it, yet. He turns to Rogue, "You can vote at 18, provided you are not disqualified for other reasons," Piotr says, "Had to learn that for the exam."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna sank further into her seat, her glass of cider held tightly between both of her hands. "I have a feeling I'll want more of these." She muttered under her breath. Which is about when two guys at the bar get into a screaming match between them. One them clearly had been downing more vodka shots than was recommended and the other just looked like he wanted a reason to fight.

They were going back and forth about Senator Kelly, and one guy was shouting about Muties and the relocation act. He turned red in the face and pushed at the young man that had had too much vodka. He went and tumbled over the edge of his bar stool with a hard slam to the ground. His friend then went for the other guy, flinging his beer glass at him--that missed and sailed right at the group of X-men and their table.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Ambidexterous. Sharp senses. Quick reflexes. All those are a godsend for Hank, having just enough presence of mind to hear the trouble, then the toss. A hand snaps up, catching the glass. Of course, the beer splashes all over him, physics at work. Now soaked in terrible American beer, he looks none too pleased. Those at the table can even hear a bit of a growl from the normally calm man.

"I detest American beer." He grumbles, blue fur reeking of it now. His eyes fix on the two having a dispute - more so, looking to the downed man to see if he's seriously injured.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue was about to speak up about the voting thing that Piotr dropped a knowledge bomb on her about, but the beer and glass that Hank catches draws her eyes over to him. At first she has to try to not openly laugh at it, because it's just well... her science teacher just got covered in beer. But then the implications of it all settle in and the Belle nods her head. She reaches up to take her sunglasses off and sets them on to the table then stands up from the chair she was straddling, to turn around and look to those who threw it.

With hands on her hips Rogue smiles at what she's seeing unfold. "We got a bar fight on our hands?" She asks, slowly shaking her head. "Oh, I'm totally down for a bar fight..." She starts to walk toward those who tossed the beer. Her arms are bare too, so those with her will likely know some serious Trouble might be about to unfold if anyone grabs her bare skin.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
When the beer glass comes flying in, and Hank makes his beer remark, Piotr responds, "American beer is like making love in a canoe." He says to Rogue, and really to the group as things seem to escalate, "Please do not fight, or do anything rash. We do not need this right now..." he knows he has no real power here over anyone, but will attempt to be a voice of reason.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna laughed, she couldn't help it. It was all too much and too over the top that her ONE night out that was meant to get a bunch of greasy, fried American bar food to feel better about her situation in Genosha explodes not only into political news casts, but also a bar fight! And ... Hank and Piotr's commentary was just too much to handle. She remained sitting at her chair, a bit splattered by the bits that hadn't ended up on Hank, and still clutched her cider close with both hands.

The man that had fallen off his stool got up with a groan, and doubtlessly new bruises but he seemed more or less alive. His friend stopped his tirade against the other guy--who was still red faced and screaming about 'damned muties', to help him up.

Which is when Rogue stepped over to the chaos, the man that had tossed the beer bottle was now trying to fend off the red faced man, who was still screaming, and balance his friend. Another couple of people had gathered up, trying to pull and push the screaming man either up or out of the bar. But he was rather large and he started to swing his own beer about, sloshing liquid all over in the process.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Of those prepared to intercede, it was difficult to say who would be best suited to handle the drunken racist. Rogue would likely zot him, if she didn't punch through him. Hank had claws and was no slouch in strength either. Piotr, well he'd just jelly people if he did his chrome schtick. It was not a good night for the mutant-hating drunk. Hank slowly slid out of the booth, moving a step aside to shake off some of the beer.

"Gently Rogue. Gently." He calls over, looking to the staff on site. "Do you want him escorted off the premises?" Always polite, even when he's fighting mad.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue wasn't going to wait for an answer about escorting the man off property and when the others try to get him blocked she takes an avenue of opportunity and waves between them with a graceful sweep. Her gloved hands go right to the drunken man's back and she starts to push him toward the door as his beer is now splashing all over her! She doesn't care one bit about that though, she just wants to get the man by the back and shove him right to the bar exit and send him out into the parking lot!

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr rises and makes sure his phone is ready in case he has to record anything. He moves to be about half way between Hank and the booth, but he does not get closer, lest he appear more involved than he quite frankly wants to be. The Russian looks to staff and gives a nod and keeps his hands down, and a calm tone as he says to Rogue, "Be careful, we are trying to /avoid/ problems."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna kept her seat, she knew when her powers were just too damn showy to use. Much less her very publicly known face around a group of people that may or may not feel strongly about her and who she was. So she stayed right there, sipping her cider and watching the chaos unfold.

A few staff had poured out of the kitchen and the bartender was on the phone to the police. A chef, wearing a splattered and greasy looking apron over a black band T of some kind comes out with a spatula in hand. "Damnit James, I told you to keep that shit out of the house!" He shouted, and seemed to be the most senior staff on hand, and recognized the drunken, enraged man. The rather large, red faced man didn't calm down, but now he was screaming his head off about his rights. Even as Rogue 'gently' pushed the man out of the bar, despite his shouts and drunken stumbling. To the door and out, where he promptly tripped and fell flat on his face. Beer glass tumbling out of his hand and smashing onto the pavement. Just as surely as his nose.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue could hear her friends' voices and words behind her but she was admittedly a little worked up no, as she gets when a fight starts. She ges that adrenaline going and it makes her start to move a little lighter, breatha a little faster and feel 'good' inside. So when she lets the man go and he face plants, the glass shatters, Rogue stands just outside of the bar with her shoulders and upper body soaked through by the beer. "Time for ya t'get on outta here. But if ya think you're drivin' outta here like this, you're dead wrong, fella. I suggest ya just start walkin' until the police find your ass and drag ya off t'the drunk tank for the night."

Henry McCoy has posed:
The sound of a crunching nose is always sobering. Hank winces as the man plants down - kissing concrete. A nod of appreciation to the chef, and an apologetic smile. "Sorry for any disturbance. Or damages incurred." He offers, calming himself down just a touch. He glances back to Lorna, making sure there's noone moving in her direction. Then back to the others at the bar, checking to see if James had any aggressive friends.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr cringes as noise is heard, "I hope he's all right." He says, "Though I am happy that things went about as well as it could have." The Russian sighs, "My apologies," he says to the staff and takes a deep breath, "I just hope this is an isolated incident."

Lorna Dane has posed:
A few of James' friends looked irritated but clearly weren't up for getting banned from the local bar either. A few straggle out after James falls flat on his face and move to pick him up and try to check on him. One man pulls out a rag of some kind from his pocket and hands it to the man as his bloody nose covers his face. But they make to leave. Their tabs might not be paid, but they're not trying to fight either.

The young, very drunk man, that had taken a fall is now sitting up at least, and muttering about old farts. His friends laugh, and a few whistle and cheer at Rogue as she turns from door.

Lorna, sinks further into her chair, snickering softly as she balances her knees against the table, and nurses her cider. "Well this was entertaining."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue replies as maturely as she can to the man as he's helped up to his feet. She sticks her tongue out at him. Turning around then she starts back to the bar and turns her bare shoulders to sweep between some of the people so as not to touch them. Her right hand goe sup to dab at her face to get some of the beer droplets out of her dark eyebrows. "I guess I better get the food and get outta here." She tells Hank, Pitor and well... Lorna is still at the table, so she's too far away to casually speak to!

Rogue moves to the bar now to speak to the tender about her order and to get a bar towel from them as well to dab at herself with it.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Hank looks back to Lorna, then to Piotr. "Food to go?" He suggests, remembering Scott's orders. "I am sure they wouldn't mind packing it up for us." He's still trying to get rid of the dripping beer from his fur - a lost battle, to be honest.

Piotr Rasputin has posed:
Piotr breathes a sigh of relief and looks to Rogue, "You did all right, I'll cover the kids' tab. You just make sure they get it." He frowns and fishes out his wallet and begins getting the money out to pay, "But yes, to-go seems to be the right call." His tone is somber, and resigned to not having a good night out with friends.