5651/I'm an Asgardian! Crap.

I'm an Asgardian! Crap.
Date of Scene:	20 March 2021
Location:	Brooklyn Dive Bar
Synopsis:	Brunnhilde and Hellboy run into each other at a Brooklyn dive bar, and Brunnhilde outs her Asgardian origin unwittingly, or confirms it at least. Then she promptly acts like a jerk.
Cast of Characters:	Brunnhilde, Hellboy

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Brunnhilde has posed:
Somewhere in Brooklyn, Brunnhilde is populating one of the dive bars she frequents.  It's just like any other in terms of offerings at the bar and on tap.  This is a place that has at least one or two regulars and a pool table.  A woman in a leather jacket over a dark hoodie is sitting at the end of the bar, nearly.  She's been gifted a bottle and the bartender is already trying to clear away 4 this time.  What kind of service does this place have?

For now though, Brunnhilde leans over her drink, whiskey, though certainly not top shelf.

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy walks in, whistling to himself ignoring the stares. After the week he has had he is just looking for a lot of drinks. It takes a lot to work on him but he sits down on a stool, and it gets strong. He slowly sips and pays for it then orders a bottle of the whiskey.

Brunnhilde has posed:
Brunnhilde hears the reactions of the other people at the bar first, and one or two people actually leave the establishment, but that's just statistics at work isn't it?  She looks back over her shoulder at the incoming guy to see what all the fuss is about.

Squint.  Smirk at the whiskey bottle.  Then she reaches for hers and holds it out in some sort of casual toast through a grin.

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy blinks and smiles. He has no idea what merits the toast but he will happily get blitzed with someone who drinks it by the bottle like he does, "Hellboy, nice to meet you."

Brunnhilde has posed:
"Quite a name. Mine's Brunnhilde," the former Valkyrie says after the clink. "Just saw you take your whiskey like I take mine," she says with a smile. "Do they let you get away with drinking straight from it?"

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy smiles, "Like...from mythology Brunnhilde?" Hellboy has read a LOT of books and he clinks right back, "Yeah I regenerate so if I dont drink a ton I get sober way too fast. And they do if I pay em enough" he grins

Brunnhilde has posed:
Brunnhilde's eyes roll up though she's still smirking.  "Yeah.  Like the mythology."  She must have been a glutton for punishment when she ended up settling on Midgard.  "You know?  I think maybe I just have a freakishly high tolerance."  She shrugs.  "So does that mean you have to chug fast?  Even for you?"

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy says, "well, asguardians do. How'd you end up on Earth?" He'd ask that out of curiosity regardless but also politeness and drinks a huge swig in one gulp. He has another go."

Brunnhilde has posed:
"Who fucking sent you?" The look in Brunnhilde's eye shifts. "Was it /him/?" Her brows arch. She doesn't look surprised that the guy can put down. Look at him. "I ended up here to be left alone. As far as the Realms are concerned, /that/ Brunnhilde is dead. I want it to stay that way. So you better tell me who sent you."

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy chuckles, "No one sent me, I kill bad things for W.A.N.D., we read books" he chuckles, "and left alone is something I have to do about once a year for a few weeks; it builds up on you. Trust me, I got sent by the booze fairy" he smiles and points to the bottle, "but when you're like me you tend ot notice people that stand out

Brunnhilde has posed:
"Yeah and you just happen to pick out fucking Asgardian.  I'm certainly not as dim as you are," though Brunnhilde doesn't shed any light on that.  It's like he stuck his hand in some crazy beehive.  Relentless.  "Also I don't really care about your day job dude.  It doesn't preclude you from anything."  The glass is downed like a drop and then the bottle follows in less than a second, though to be fair she had made a dent in it.  Still.  It is oddly fast.

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy finishes the bottle and orders another. He's quite relaxed despite her tone. He sticks his hand into beehives all the time, "Hey miss, believe what you want. No skin off my nose. If I was gonna lecture you I got plenty of people back at BRPD who dont want me to do certain things. Believe what you want," he grins, "I just assumed the figure from norse mythology was asguardian.

Brunnhilde has posed:
The bottle is deposited on the bar and Brunnhilde shovels a few more bills to pad her earlier tip.  She pauses for a moment, the fact that she's still listening is obvious to the bartender that the woman isn't going to start something.  But then she grouses something under her breath at herself about blowing her own cover as she walks past and out the door.  "Whatever dude, I'm hungry," she says just before she ducks out, not looking though.

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy he raises his bottle and salutes, "May you be a thousand years in midgard before the forces of Asgardian beuracracy drag you back to...whatever it is you are playing hooky from." He smiles as she leaves and has another bottle.