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Tabitha Smith	Sometimes there are things Tabitha Smith reemembers is important. Like having a job and showing. So that's how one can find Tabitha waiting tables and clearing empty glasses from them as drinks are emptied and need refilling. The girl in uniform, sort of. The top is there, Harry's Hideaway printed across her chest while she otherwise keeps to snug fitting blue jeans and white modern style sneakers. She even wears her hair down and her long bangs pinned back by her cat eye framed glasses and a little bandana tying the rest of her hair up for health and safety reasons. An apron with the bar's logo tied snuggly at her waist. With people coming and going, the drink tray is cradled under her arm and it's switched for a notepad and pencil. "So welcome to Harry's Hideaway, what can we serve tonight?"
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix is currently sitting over in the back of the bar. Over at a time and not paying attention over to anyone. A slowly drained goblet of wine to the side of the table that's supposed to be served cold well since gone lukewarm with how often she's been sipping at it. The fact that she's sitting well out of the way and not getting in the way of anything and has been tippig generously on a quiet night is probably why she hasn't had someone asking her after a few hours if she's going to have anything more. She has book on the table and is reading it.
Stella Roundtree	Stella's coming off of a long day at work. And god, she could use a drink. The brunette hasn't been here before, but it's close to the work location, and hey! Proximity is everything when your blood alcohol level needs to be a firm YES. People always want to believe that their businesses are safer than they actually are, that their employees are more trustworthy, but a long hard talk with the security consultant can smack that idea right out of their heads. They become less friendly at that point.      She's still in her work attire, a pair of black pants and a black button-up shirt, but she's popped a few buttons open to show her red undershirt and her hair is curly after being released from its all-day bun. She tugs on her messenger bag, black canvas, plenty beat up with a bunch of buttons and band logos across it. "Oh, hey," she says, sliding up to the bar, head turned to Tabitha. "Can I... start with whatever your sourest craft beer is? Or is this more of a BL kinda place?" she asks, peeking up to see if she's assuming a lot. New York has been kind to her beverage-wise so far.
Tabitha Smith	Boom-Boom doing anything that looks like respectable adulting is probably an incongruent to those that know her. Monet gets a smile in her corner of the bar and a wave to double check if the Perfect Woman needs anything else since drinks don't last forever but generally waits to be waved over when the woman is ready. Stella on the other hand gets a smile while Tabby is clearing glasses into a sink under the bar. "Sourest Craft. Think we can manage that. We got one that's so sour your kids will be horrible no matter how good a parent you may be!" she stats and grabs a clean glass to pour from the tap while she has a moment and everyone else behind the bar is occupied mixing fancier drinks.
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix would glance over at Stella is the woman is entering, not recognizing whatever insignia was on her outfit being removed, and then going to let out a sigh as she would glance over her book. She would move to then close the book after marking her page, and glance over at her lukewarm wine. Taking a sip of it, she would glance about lightly at the others while paying only partial attention to them.
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie comes walking in from the bag. The young man has a black t-shirt on with the logo of the hideout on the back, blue jeans and clod hoppers aka hiking boots. He is carrying a couple plastic milk crates stacked atop one another, and one seems full of bottles the other glassware. He looks over and says "Place still in one piece Tabby?"
Stella Roundtree	Stella slides her bag to her lap, letting it rest on her work pants. "No one's gonna mind if I do paperwork at the bar, will they? I don't wanna take up a whole table," she says. "But I'll take you up on that beer. Keep 'em coming, if you don't mind," she says with a friendly smile, wallet out in case she needs to show ID. She's definitely over 21, but under 40. She's already flipping the bag open, pulling out a clipboard that also serves as a folder, peering around to see who else might be around. No familiar faces, of course, as it's her maiden voyage to this particular watering hole.
Tabitha Smith	Stella gets a smile as she asks about working. "Hope you got plenty of plastic sleeves!" the blonde girl says an encouraging tone and smile. "Last thing you want is explaining beer stains when people miss their coasters." she states and chukles before turning to smile at the entering Same hauling glasswear. Just enoughto be too heavy for even Tabby to carry steadily. a toned figure only gets a girl so much strength when she's not enhanced that way. "Still going Sam. Trick is to just wait for Monet to wave. And she seems to be keeping everyone else behaved. I think she might just make a great bouncer." she says and helps put the switch empty glasses for clean ones as the neverending process requires.
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix would glance over at Stella and take a moment to try and place the other woman. Failing, sh would glance at Tabitha, "Why, are we attempting to have ourself defenstrated today? Or do you prefer to do blowing up the setablishment on your own?" she would inquire while going to take another sip of her wine, a very flat expression upon her face while maintaining eye contact.
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie looks over and says "No blowing up Harry's thats one of the rules." He looks to the girls offering a smile. He sets the crates down and starts moving the glasses into place for when someone needs a drink. Once those are there he starts on restocking the bottles half of them beer, then working on the harder spirits, flipping a bottle in the air catching it and the sliding it on the shelf.
Stella Roundtree	Stella is, honestly, a pretty forgettable face. Just an average lady looking to blow off steam. Thousands of equally unremarkable women exist across the lake-touching states. She pulls a pen from her bag, "Eh... I can make copies, I just wanna make notes before I forget stuff," she says. "But thanks, I'll keep it in mind. Uh... are explosions a common problem here?" she asks, looking around, pausing at various points, then smiles back at Sam, watching as he twirls bottles, then clicking her pen into usefulness. The first word scrawled across the top of a blank sheet, 'owner is pissy, re-write bulk of report to be more gentle and less accusatory of staff.'
Tabitha Smith	"I split enough of my tips as it is with the kitchen side. Any breakages I'm involved in cause or no come out of that and the paycheck Monet. So I'm am doing the opposite of complaining right now. I wish every customer was as well behaved. Hell I've only had three slaps to my ass. That's an improvement on most nights and I haven't had to singe eyebrows off in return." Boomie says very complimentary to the darker toned woman enjoying her wine. A very tiny little bomb flicked up in there air and detonating with a tiny pop like it was a paper bag. The wad of cashy tips in her backpocket helping Tabitha's demeanor greatly. "Sometimes explosions can happen if people misbehave. But mostly the worst that happens is a bunch a blunt force trauma and then the rest of us groaning cause sweeping up glass and wooden splnters takes agest to get every little scrap. And it shuts us down for a day or two while redecorating." the waitress explains with a smile to Stella.
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix would glance at Tabitha, "Yes, you are clearly a good, stable influence upon the staff here uprely by reputation." She would intone in a fully bored expression. "I have read waht parts of your files I have access to, and they do present a rather specific picture." She's not saying this to be baiting or belittling in her tone. As far as she might see it she would be simply stating a fact.
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie looks over and says "Tabby's made quite some progress since Ah first met her." He admits. He continues with the bottles flipping one occasionally more as practice than anything else. He looks to Stella, and says "We don't have a lot of problem, was more me teasing Tabby here than anything else."
Stella Roundtree	Stella scrawls as she listens, at least until the little bomb pops. Her line, 'advise that the establishment sweep for cam-' is interrupted, the 'm' wiggling as she's surprised, pen dropping to the bar surface and then bouncing right back up into her hand. She crosses it the half word out and rewrites it (cameras!) then looks up. "Goodness, wouldn't think anyone would be bothering you if you can do that," she says. "Never seen people do stuff like that out in the open," she admits with a shrug, but a pleased smile. "Heard about it, sure, but never knew what really happened or was was super exagerrated."
Tabitha Smith	"Is Inverted Influence a real concept? Like this is the bad example. Don't be this. And be a good example as a result?" Tabitha asks Sam and Monet the smarty pants wearers curiously. She's still barely a GED graduate. "Sadly, it's because I can do that. That people think they're allowed to get up in my shit. "New York is not always the best place for mutants. Any town really. But Westchester County is about as good a place as any for is. I'm Tabitha by the way. I'll be your waitress and probabaly not quite so able guide to mutant affairs so anything I say might need a shaker of salt." she states with a playful warning.
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix would go back to her book,"Yes, I'm sure that a sizable part of your income goes into repairs and covering for damages." Moving to flip through a few pages over in it to back whre she was. "And progress? I suppose I'll take your word for itin the matter."
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie nods his head a bit seeming to truly be supportive of the bomb maker. He looks over to Stella, and says "And Harry has always been a guy who will serve anyone as long as they are not being a bother to the rest of the people here. While some may say just being a mutant is a bother, he does not feel so."
Stella Roundtree	"Oh... I thought it might be better here than Ohio," Stella says, tapping her pen against the top of her clipboard. She looks down into her beer and then decides to become one with it, taking a big drink and setting it carefully back down. "But nice to meetcha, Tabitha. I'm in the area for a while for work, so I'll probably be workin' my way through the menu for the next month or so," she says. She turns her gaze to Sam, seeming a little more relaxed at his words, "Well that's nice to hear! Sometimes you see signs or pamphlets or stuff like that that are, uh... not great." Another sip.
Tabitha Smith	The blonde waitress nods her head and does the next round of orders and table bussing in her laps of the bar. "He also likes it when people pay for damages up front." Tabby says with a giggle. "There's a lot going on for folks like me." she doesn't out the others. "It's not always fun and just trying to defend myself can be more problem yet. But it helps knowing folks that can help you get through it."
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie looks over and says "Well once you get to one of the major cities it seems to not be as bad as other places, and they have like a ring of tolerance or something. Mind you, you will still find jerks and such, but seems less problem is when you do find them usually more organized.
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix would go to take a breath, "They are supposed to be slowly letting the population return to Manhattan in the short term. That should hopefully lessen some of the chaos as the damage is repaired."
Stella Roundtree	Stella nods, "Oh, sure. Gotta be better here than super out in the sticks. But definitely good to know." She flips her pen nervously around her fingers. "More of a concentration of people, more population, too, I guess more talented people would be around in general... You know what, i'm just about done with this beer, maybe I'll move on to a vodka cranberry?" she asks. No reason to have a gap.
Tabitha Smith	"I dunno. I'm from Virginia. If you can fly under the radar they'll treat you prtetty square. But that's also trailer park and dealing with any and all closeted life." Tabby says a little forlornly "Not every experience is the same though so I'm sure there's someone that actually had an actual easy life being a mutant. I have yet to meet them." she states and giggles. "I have talents but not everyone will say the same thing if asked. I can bowl and shoot hoops like a mad woman."
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix would look over at Tabitha, "That would explain a great much." She would add over in that ever-so-superior voice that seemed to be her baseline in evaluating anyone she met that wasn't up to her standards. Sh would add, "New York is unstable but has safe areas. Metropolis by reputation is friendlier."
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie looks over and says "Aint had much trouble in little Italy, but that maybe partially because Alexis speaks Italian and her Grandparents are known for the wine they make back in the old country." He will fix Stella's Drink, and sets it for Tabby to get.
Stella Roundtree	Stella purses her lips a little at Monet's words, a micro-reaction of disapproval. Or perhaps some level of offense. "Oh, well... haven't spent much time in Metropolis. Usually just do work in cities and then go back home. Kinda more used to Columbus or Cleveland," she admits. "Jobs pay better out Metropolis and Gotham way, though. But everything costs more, and having your own car is a pain," she says. "But Little Italy... Italies, I guess, tend to have good food. I'll have to check that out!" she says, ever-motivated by consumption. "What sort of wine are we talkin'?"
Tabitha Smith	Tabby lets the man at the bar serve the lady, while every so often doing rounds and juggling her notepad and pencil. Those clearly beiing the most important tool in her wairressimgh arsenal. And on her way back happily slides the vodka and cranberry over to Stella. "Not a fan of metropolis. Too much fawning and faiir weather fans. I mean as soon as they find out you're a mutant. Boom, eggs and torches and pitchforks and thrieteen year old girls being treated like an active shooter. But you pass as an alien or otherwise keep your origin secret, media darling."
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix would shrug dismissively, "You are of course under no obligation to do as we say." She would keep her face passive at Tabitha's commentary. Not adding to it beyond the fact that if anything the blonde was probably understating things.
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie looks over and says "Trebbiano d'Abruzzo" He will continue and explain "They have been making it for quite some time, the vineyards have been in their family for generations." He explains. "I got to go over and meet Alexis's family and they are great people."
Stella Roundtree	"Really! Gawd, that sounds awful," Stella says, the drink coming to a cushiony stop in her hand, ice barely moving. Her paperwork remains safe. "And I know I'm not under obligation or anything, but I'm a travel kinda person, and it's good to know things about cities. At least more than you can get flyin' in and out, you know? Can't enjoy a place in the span of a few hours. Then again, can't learn to not enjoy it in that amount of time, either. Which it sounds like it was on the less enjoyable side for some," she says to Tabitha, sympathetically.      However, booze can always catch her attention, and the name of the wine is written into the margin of her notes in practiced cursive. "That sounds awesome. Your wife's family? I mean you're young," she scrambles. "So maybe not. Didn't mean to suppose anything. Your person's family. Either way, Italy, right? Sounds good," she says, then polishes off the beer and leaves an empty glass.
Tabitha Smith	Being a waitress often means not staying still so often she has to slip out of the conversation to so her rounds. Take orders, serve drinks, clear empties. Pretty easy cycle to step into and Tabby has some very comfy and sensible sneakers to do the job. "Remind Alexis that she's hit the jackpot for me Sam." she states and grins. To Stella she nods her head. "He old for mariage for a Southerner." she states and grins. "Hell I'm practically a cougar at twenty!"
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix would grumble over and glance at Tabitha, "I believe that your cultral misapprpriations do not mean what you think they doin the nonenclamature." Shewould go to look over at Stella and just listen to the back and forth over. Then goign to just a smidgen of amusement at Stella's comments.
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie looks over and says "We are not married yet, heck not even engaged, yet, Ah aint found the right time and place, Ah want to make sure it is special as she deserves." He smiles and looks over to Tabby, "I think I am the lucky one, have dated three wonderful beautiful ladies, and am friends with the two that are my Exs still."
Stella Roundtree	Stella rolls her eyes, "Ugh, tell me about it. I'm older'n that, and I'm pretty much out of the game. Well, or I can marry a divorced dad on his second time around, so maybe not," she says with a smirk. "My sister's early twenties, and it's all engagements, weddings, and baby showers," she says. She swirls her new drink, admiring it. "... not always in that order."
Tabitha Smith	"Far be it for me to make fun of my own 'former' people. Monet. Gotta lot to make up for with the whole rebellion and thinking slavery is good for the enonomy." she says to the perfectly coiffed Monet. "Sam that's why you're the catch Alex deserves. I'll take the praise. BFF should!" she states and grins. "And Stella, I learned despite the jokes that the older a woman gets the more fun she is and that's why everyone ends up preferring is a little seasoned. Kinda tempers the crazy some of us have. Sometimes."
Jubilation Lee	The doors to Harry's seem to swing open and closed lazily, briefly exposing the chilly evening air. No one came in, no one left, yet a slightly-too-young-to-be-here girl is now seated on one of the bar stools. "Tabby, which one of these guys had the most to drink?" she quietly wonders, strumming against the wooden bar with her fingertips. Her long, thick black hair has been brushed down to cover the left side of her face.     Jubilation Lee gestures towards the various barflies in various stages of drunkenness.
Monet St. Croix	Monet St. Croix would just glance at the girl entering, then at the vineyard that Sam was speaking of.. Then for her own reasons going to finish her wine, leaving a tip and payment on the table, and moving to head out through the door back to the Mansion.
Stella Roundtree	Stella is warm, comfortable, content. Any bar is home once you get into a groove.      "We can be a lot of fun, but yeah. I'm a lot calmer than I used to be, I'm sure a lot of us are..." she says as someone younger and very likely in the aforementioned wilder years seemingly appears from nowhere. "... but it's probably not as fun."
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie looks over and at Jube's question, his brow raises a bit, he does move to the standard bartender thing of cleaning out some glasses. "When Alexis and I decide to plan and such will need to be a lot of planning with her family in Italy and England, and Mine being Kentucky and here."
Tabitha Smith	Tabby watches Monet slip past Jubilee. And then the pale Asian woman ponder the drinks menu. "If you're that thirsty Jubiliee I can sort you out." she does point to herself and then nudge a shoulder to the back of the bar. "But I trust we don't need to rush you home yet. That usually happens after someone has too much to drink not before." she states with a chuckle. Sam gets a grin. "That's gonna book up every hotel room in sight to get everyone present. Not that I'm the marrying type, but seriously, I'd have just eloped."
Stella Roundtree	"Aw, the planning and party things are fun! Games and presents and all that," Stella says, sufficiently socially lubricated. Everyone is wonderful in this moment. Just how she prefers. "Not sure if that's strictly American. Actually not sure what European folks do for it, now that I think about it. See! A reason to expand one's horizons," she says. Her paperwork seems to slowly get words added to it, though the wine recommendation is probably more important to her right now. Every so often another line gets added, a page gets flipped, revealing an architectural drawing of some large building, and then back down.
Jubilation Lee	"Those kids are gonna have the /coolest/ accents..." Jubilee mutters with a faint smile. Kentucky plus England plus Italy. She's staring past Sam, inspecting each of the people in the bar, taking inventory, counting the number of empty glasses. "Tabby," Jubilee whines a little. "Just tell me who's racked up the biggest bill so far..." She leans up on her stool, as though doing so might let her see someone new.     "How much have you had to drink?" Jubilation gently wonders, tilting her head towards the stranger, Stella. She's pale, other-worldly, and seems to be wearing a pair of Ray Bans inside. At night.
Tabitha Smith	There's a grin as the blonde woman looks around. The girl reaching back to stuff more cash from tips in the back of her jeans to be divided up. "Biggest bill?" she ponders and hmms as she looks around at some of the heavier drinker. "Unless you're just paying the bill. Same offer still applies." she says and moves close enough to actually whisper to Jubilee. "Hon, if you need a buzz we can arrange that but like no nomming on randoms. You need a drunk girl I can empty into a shot glass I'm porbbaly still over a legal limit even if I could pass a sobriety test."
Stella Roundtree	"Not enough to buy someone a drink, but I'm also not a dude," Stella says. "But I'm sure one of the gentlemen around here'll help you out," she says, observing the glasses on the pale younger woman. "And I'm not gonna say anything," she says a little lower, brushing back some of her own golden brown mane as a response to seeing Jubilee obscuring her face with her darker hair. The surrounding conversation does make her more suspicious that the drink being requested isn't of the alcoholic variety.
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie looks over and says "Well, it will be interesting at least most of her family approve of us, and all mine are cool with it." He looks to Stella, and says "They like to tease me, since I am the oldest of ten kids." He tries to distract her some.
Jubilation Lee	Stella's answer causes the edges of Jubilee's mouth to curl downward. "I didn't mean it like that," she explains quietly. "I'm just looking for a volunteer who wants to earn themselves an easy twenty bucks." She leans forward and rests her chin in her hand, elbow on the bar.     "No, Tabby," Jubilee answers, glumly. "I don't think, like, that's a good idea." A stranger is better.     Jubes does perk up a little, though, at Sam. "Are you really getting married?" she wonders, the melancholy disappearing from her tone almost completely.
Tabitha Smith	"Sam can still whup all their asses in record time." Tabitha points out with a chuckle and a finger gun at the hayseed bartender. The smile she wears still wartm even as Stella tries to shut down Jubilee's possible feeding habits and the asian girl seems to deny Tabitha's solution. "Jubes, sweetie. Randoms is the worst option. You need that conscious control of worrying you're gonna hurt someone to keep you in check.: she whispers. "Trust me, functioning addict experience." she says in hushed words. "I read up on how your deal works, as long as it's fresh it can maybe come in a glass and you can pretend it's wine or juice to keep up a show. I know I actually do count as someone you like and don't want to hurt and I trust you to do the right thing with me and mine. You need to trust us and trust you. And that means trusting that we can take a beating for our family when we need to. " Tabby keeps her words whispered but damn if it doesn't scream family cares.
Stella Roundtree	"Lot of people to put up in a hotel! Gonna have to book 'em early," she says. "Sounds very charming, though, everyone getting along." Her vodka and cranberry is depleting, from a pretty pink down to the paler color that just buffers her ice. "Another one, when you've got a chance, and... oh, hon, I didn't mean anythin' bad by it. I used to get drinks from dudes all the time at the VFW, no harm done," she says, waving a hand as if to push the words away. "UM." The pitch of her voice rises, "I'm gonna just use the ladies' real quick," she says.      "But... YEAH! Another one of these when I get back, please and thank you," she says, tapping the rim of her liquor glass with her pen, then jamming her papers back into her bag, marking the stool by plopping it and her jacket in the middle of the seat. She makes her way to the bathroom. Not drunk, just buzzed. On her way, a rather large man abruptly pushes back from his chair to rise up, likely to grab another round. Stella's hand darts out, palm flat against the chair back, stopping the motion before it hits her, leaving the bar patron confused before she's out of sight, able to pull his chair out without her blocking it.
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie does watch Stella as he makes the drink wanting to make sure there is not going to be an issues special with the other two girls chat. He looks over to Jubilee, eventually yea, but not soon, Ah aint proposed yet, gotta find the right time and place and all that." He wants it to be right, but the two already have a place together so, it aint like it will be a big change
Jubilation Lee	"Right, well, make sure you do it right, Sammy. Down on one knee. A ring. The whole thing," Jubilee warns, looking up at Sam with raised eyebrows. She nods her head, eagerly agreeing with herself.     Stella gets a dramatic eyeroll. "Oh, you've got it all wrong, lady," Jubes replies, shaking her head to reinforce the point. But then, she's off to the restroom, leaving Jubilee to deal with Tabs and Sam. "What do you mean, you 'read up' on my deal?" she asks, taking on an uncharacteristically serious tone. Jubilation leans back and folds both arms across her chest. "You don't know what you're even agreeing to. I'm not taking anything from you. No way, Jose!"
Tabitha Smith	The man that bumps Stella gets kind of a warning shake of Tabitha's head. He saw the display of power earlier to let him know to let anything go. But soon she's back on waitress duties again and does the usual laps. This time she rounds the bar and finally pulls out the tip jar for the kitchen staff that don't normally see tips. Thankfully Tabby is not one to be greedy and once current bills are cashiered. Tips are divided into the jar for everyone with only enough for herself not going in the jar. Which is handy for keeping unsightly extra lumps away from figure hugging clothes. "What, you think being what you are is like new? Science babe! There's like all kinda studies. Quantify the mystical, gives nerds chubbies. But there's like an enzyme in your bite right? Too much of that in a body and then they get back up. If you start feeding on randoms, you risk dropping bodies that get back up and they'll give less fucks than you. I'm offering this. I pop a vein, drain into a glass. You drink the glass. No bites, no bodies. I control how much I let out. It's like donating blood. That's it. Us mortals do that shit all the time if you remember. We've got fridges full in the infirmary." Tabby continues If you're worried you can't stop and try pounce. I can kick your ass to our home from here neighbor." she states. Still quiet but somehown in a caring stern Mom type tone.
Stella Roundtree	Stella is quick, never one to let the ice melt too much, returning while on the phone. "... well did you move it? I told you not to touch it. You didn't pass the doorway, did you? Well that's a problem. Leave everything else in the room. No, I won't come down now, you didn't pay for removal. I will come back during business hours tomorrow and we'll sort it. I already sent you the invoice, it's not paid..." She drums her fingers on the barstool, oblivious of the bloody conversations that she's missing out on. "Yep. Well, if it's paid by midnight tomorrow, I will be there. Mmhm. Yep, you have a good night now," she says, plopping herself back in her stool and arranging all her stuff, back to relaxing. "Sorry if I said anything offensive, miss," she says to Jubilee. Did not intend it."
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie has the lady's new drink waiting for her. Since they are hitting a bit of a low, he will start checking to make sure the lemons, cherries and that type of stuff are prepared for drinks he may need to make
Jubilation Lee	"Tabby," Jubilee begins, her tone taking on a notable darkness. She stares up at the blonde from behind a mess of hair and Ray Bans. "You don't know what you're fucking talking about." She might say more, really drive the point home, but there's no one here to hold Jubilee back. Noriko Ashida is not here to reach out and gently remind Jubilee of her own humanity. She's not here to prevent Jubes from leaping over the bar and twisting Tabitha's head all the way around. And so, Jubilation slips off of the stool and takes a few steps towards the door.     Jubes stops and turns back with a sassy smile. "Hey, everyone!" she shouts. "The blonde said she'd buy everyone in the place free drinks!" Tabby gets a rude gesture -- a middle finger with a pink, sparkly nail -- before Jubilation turns and slips out and into the night!
Tabitha Smith	"Don't worry too much hon." Tabby reassures to Stella when she comes back to enjoy her drink and catch hushed conversations between the waitress and the dark haired Jubilee. And when Jubilee makes her exit and drops Tabby in the lack of tips list to cover a round, she just throws her hands in the air. The extracts cash to cover the drinks and drops it by the register to do the rounds one more time. Like Tabby hasn't had experience with handsy speedsters or isn't a walking ball of exploding plasma that can detonate at a thought. "You know. Sometimes I feel like this adult maturity sucks. But nooo, gotta soldier on. I want that big X on my belt. I wanna bandolier and niot just pouch garters." she states and shakes her head with a laugh as she brings the very, large drink order back to Sam to help fill and the blonde to deliver. That even includes a refil for Stella.
Stella Roundtree	"Huh. Well, I must have missed something... didn't think I was gone that long," Stella says as she starts in on her newest conquest, but at least it's free. She won't complain on that front. The rest seems unfamiliar to her, but she's content and nods along with, "mmhm, belts are nice," as if it means anything. Just trying to be supportive.
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie will start working on the drinks and looks over to Stella, so may Ah ask what you do? Ah seen you writing on your pad a lot, you a writer or journalist or something along those lines?"
Tabitha Smith	"I'd dress for the job I want and not the job I have but if I did that people really would be running." Tabby states and starts making the repeat trips to hand out drinks and even makes sure it's the right tables.
Stella Roundtree	"Oh sure!" Stella says, perky and a little loosened up. "I am a security consultant specializing in surveillance removal," she says, whipping a card out of her bag instinctively. She tosses it onto the bar, a glossy black card with a red tree in a circle.      ROUNDTREE CONSULTANCY: YOU DESERVE PRIVACY!" is in white embossed text, a number and website on the back. She even splurged on the red core paper and rounded corners.      "Cameras, skimmers, recording devices, if it's intrusive, I can sniff it out. Mostly hotels and businesses or people who suspect someone in their house up to no good," she says proudly. "So not as creative, but still fun," she says.
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie hmms and nods his head a bit taking up the card and looking at it. "Do people try to get you to set up there systems, thinking since you find and remove them you should know the best ways to hide it?"
Stella Roundtree	"I can do it, but I'm better at finding than installing. And a lot of the ones I take down are illegal, depending on the state. I mostly document 'em and let the cops deal with it if people aren't too squeamish. It can be very upsetting to know that your employees or a loved one has been spying on you," she says, swirling her drink, the little limes dancing on the edge of the glass's rim. "I've been accused of putting stuff up because people don't want to believe it, but they believed enough to call. But yeah, if someone wanted me to put up a basic security system, I'd do it. Why, worried about break-ins?" she asks.
Tabitha Smith	Finally everyone covered by the round of drinks is served and Tabitha slips back behind the counter and just hangs her head on the bench top as she waves goodby to all those tips. And not one drop of booze paid for is in the blonde's stomach. "I'm stealing that yellow coat of hers. Don't care. I can kick her ass, I really, really can!" she says and laughs at her own expense. Socially and monetarily.
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie will reach over and rub Tabby's "You will be ok, you got this." He then looks back over to Stella "A friend of mine set up security for our last place, and I moved most of it over, but I have considered adding to it, since where we are living is bigger than the old place." He looks over to Tabby "doug set up the old one."
Stella Roundtree	"Well hey, gimme a call if you think about it. I can always give you an evaluation of your current setup and point out weak spots, if there are any," she says. "I'm in the area for a few more weeks, what with the jobs I booked." She glances over to Tabitha, "You okay? Sorry, none of my business," she says, lifting a hand in supplication. But being nosy is so fun.
Tabitha Smith	The rub in an absolutely chase spot on her back gets a smile and a standing up of the blonde waitress. "I know. I'm new at it. Not gonna let setbacks set me back. Was it smart of me. Maybe not, but I am better prepared for her bullshit than she thinks I am. She and Nori will come around some day. Stella gets a grin and with a quick flourish, the woman scribbles a number on her note pad and slips it to Stella. "The gimme a call thing in your direction. One thing I know is New York so if you need a grand tour or the seedier side for work I can be the guide." she states with brightness in her words. "Or you know, not work stuff." she adds a little more flirtatiously.
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie smirks a bit and just shakes his head a bit at Tabby, but is smiling. He will make her and himself both a soda, setting Tabby's near her, and lets the ladies chat.
Stella Roundtree	Stella takes the note and glances at it before tucking it into her bag. A few of the buttons are more visible, though a lot of them black, scuffed, and bearing illegible scrawls of band names, and peeks at patches that seem to learn towards the sacrilegious. "I'll take you up on that, actually. Uh. The tour part," she clarifies, cheeks red. "But I'd still buy you dinner for your trouble." She looks over at the remainder of her drink, and checks the time on her phone. "All right, I better get ready to drive. If you don't mind grabbing me a water, I'll settle up my bill," she says, pulling out a wallet from her pocket that definitely used to have a chain attached to it.
Tabitha Smith	The drink from Sam is accepted and the sugar happily consumed. Of course as Stella half accepts the offer. The blonde getting the meaning there, she smiles and keeps cheery. Looking up at the clock and as Stella goes to settle up for the night. "Time to ring that bell and make the last call." she says to her co-bar-conspiritor. "Folks!" she raises her voice. "Coming up on last call, make your final orders, you're buying your own this timme!" she states and collects her notepad and platter to make thaat final lap of the bar before closing and the fun job of cleaning everything up looms over Tabitha and Sam.
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie will start making a couple drinks even before Tabby is back, there are a few regulars, and Sma knows what they always get at last call. He makes sure to get thigns set up and waits for the other orders.
Stella Roundtree	Stella pulls cash from the wallet, tucking an extra twenty in the middle as a tip. She takes her water and slams it, flicking through her texts on her phone between running to the bathroom a few times. And then with a wave, she's off to the parking lot, destined to go back to her hotel and explore New York another day.
Tabitha Smith	Drinks are ordered and dispensed, the last few empties on the table collected before folks start making their way out the door. Ride shares arranged for those that need it. All the stuff that makes for good services and a relative safe drinking environment when superhumanss aren't starting beef. There's a sign in the kitchen that says Days Since Last Superfight. With Stella slipping out as well and the country folk left in the bar, Tabby resigns herself to mopping floors and wiping tables and benches. "Another fine night in the big smoke. Seems nice. You good to lock up once we're done cleaning. I got vengeance pranks to plan." Tabby states and gets on with the work of closing the Hideaway for the night.