Owner	Pose
Jimmy Hudson	Jonah's place has been a success.     Nobody could argue that. Good clientele, good flow of money, building up a regular customer base. Most of the other bars in the area looked on enviously on the place as it seemed night to night and week to week to fill the place up and kept on going. Some of the nearby taverns had even started to send in some of their employees to see what's what. And as far as they were concerned all they could tell was it had good food, good booze, and enough televisions to show everyone what they wanted to see.     Well most everyone.     "Better luck next time, boss." The tall man seated near the bar and holding his beer in one hand was lightly patting the shoulder of another man that was nearby and had his head on the counter, lightly bumping it over and over. "There's always next year."     James Hudson, Xavier's instructor, usually came on down to Jonah's not just for the good booze and drink. But because one of the managers was Canadian and he showed all the events he could for those from the Land of the Maple Leaf. Which just now was the Olympic Hockey game where Canada... won.     The man with his head on the counter groaned, "I had twelve hundred bucks on that game, man."     "Twelve hundred?" Jimmy leaned a little "That's... quite a helpin' of money. What made you go all wacko like that?"     "Was a sure thing, man."     "Seems not so sure."     Which is when the man grimaced and stood up from his seat.
Inez Temple	Inez blows in through the doors like a force of nature, letting out a rich belly laugh and waving to someone outside, "Thanks fer th' lift, darlin'! I'll catch ya on th'other side of the spurs!" Turning back around, she strides towards the bar, confidence in every step and an easygoing grin on her lips. And why shouldn't she be? Almost six feet of leggy blonde bombshell in cowgirl clothes and with a drawl that just doesn't quit. She's lacking the guns, though the gunbelts are there, suggesting the firearms for them are probably nearby. No open carry, but a permit allows for concealed! Which is pretty backwards, but hey! Who is she to argue? Sidling up to the bar, she throws a wink at the bartender and leans in, "Howdy. Think y'all could get a gal a beer an' a burger?" Hooking a stool with one foot, she draws it up underneath her to sit, glancing down either side of the bar and offering a tip of the battered Stetson towards those seated there. Including Jimmy!
Jimmy Hudson	At first Jimmy had been watching his fellow hockey aficionado even as the poor guy wandered off, twelve hundred dollars down for the night. He's smiling, but it's that sort of sympathetic half-smile meant for people who got done wrong and you feel bad for them. But ultimately... they brought it on themselves.     Though rather abruptly, as the gal in the stetson strolls on past, Jimmy's attention can't help but be redirected by that six foot somethin' gal with the hat. She's likely used to having that effect on people. And when she starts to speak, the young mutant from upstate gets a wry smile on his lips.     She tips her hat and he gives her a nod, "Ma'am."     All he offers in greeting at first even as he looks up at the Olympics television as the bartender cycles through some of the channels. Then, after a moment. Sidelong he offers, "They got a steak burger that's not so bad."
Inez Temple	Her smile widens a touch at the response from Jimmy. He has manners! Inez turns back to the bartender, glancing up at the tv's but none of them are playing a sport she follows. Instead, she taps out the rhythm of a well-known country song against the bartop and bounces her foot along with it, just groovin' to herself for a minute. The suggestion of the steak burger, has her smiling at Jimmy again, "Thank ya kindly, sweetness." Nodding to the bartender to make it a steakburger, she shifts more to put Jimmy in her sights. "Name's Inez. Inez Temple. Pleased t'meetcha..." she lifts a brow even as the smile remains. Oddly, she doesn't reach for his hand, keeping them to herself. And Jimmy being Jimmy will probably recognize the name attached to another name. Outlaw. A mutant bounty hunter.
Jimmy Hudson	Just that side of his smile that's facing her curves up with a slight wry quirk, more aimed at himself than her, self-deprecatingly so. She thanks him and he lowers his head in a nod with his eyes closing a bit to signify what in other cultures might be an elegant bow. For them this works.     "Inez," He says as if committing it to memory. Then she offers the last name and he murmurs, "S'nice to meet you, Miss Temple." He notes no offer of a hand but it creates no sense of ill at ease. Instead he returns in kind, "James Hudson." Emphasized subtly with a touch of fingertips to his chest, then he adds. "Or Jimmy. If yer so inclined."     The way he pronounces that last word, gives it a broader tone, as if there was an extra syllable hidden in there. The name she gave, however, it has a ring to it. But James isn't exactly one deep in the world of the wild so far. He tends to things around the school and lends a hand. Beyond that...     "Can I get ya a beer?" He asks, the tone easy-going, not quite like when New Yorkers make a deal about buying someone else a drink. More like he's comfortable from somewhere else where it's just one of those things.
Inez Temple	"Jimmy. Pleasure, Jimmy. Real pleasure," Inez turns a grin towards him, dipping her own head in response. She crosses her legs and adds, "An' ya can call me Inez. If'n ya like." Leaning on the bar, she watches him for a moment, the question bringing a light to her eyes as she nods, "Thought ya'd never ask. Sounds jes' bout perfect, Jimmy. Good t'know there's at least one man left in this city that knows how t'treat a lady." Pausing, she turns it back on him, and smiles, "An' I hope this means y'all will let me buy ya a burger. Seems only fittin'."
Jimmy Hudson	That half-smile he had broadens as he turns away and lifts a hand in the tender's direction. "Hey Tony," He holds up two fingers and gestures toward himself and the lady, then eases back onto his bar stool turning it slightly to face her. Without the draw of hockey she's clearly the focal point of the room. At least for the canuck. And probably a few others, to be fair.     Then he looks back to her and smiles "I could maybe eat, s'abit late." His eyes lift up toward the clock but last thing he had were a few hot wings at the start of the game and then nothing save maybe a peanut from the dish now and again.     "So what drags you all the way out this way?"
Inez Temple	Inez looks pleased when he accepts the invitation to a burger, looking to Tony and giving a nod to him. Two steak burgers! Turning back to Jimmy, she resettles, crossing her legs. Her smile twitches at the corners with his question. "New York has been home for years now. I went lookin' fer someone some years ago, then got caught in a dust up and had to find somewhere safe t'hunker down fer a bit. Now I'm comin' back t' pick up m'life again." She gives an easy shrug and smiles at him, "What bout yerself, sweetness? Seem a lil outta place yerself round here." She doesn't mean the bar, he certainly looks at home there, but New York in general doesn't seem his speed. "I'm up this way jes' now cause I'm tryin' t' reconnect with some people, mebbe make some new friends."
Jimmy Hudson	"Yeah, a touch." He smiles as he looks away, tilting his head slightly to the side as he inclines an eyebrow and accepts the truth of her words. His elbows rest on the bartop as works at the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. Perhaps trying to figure how to phrase it. Until he does.     "Spent some formative years in the South, workin' with an uncle. Grew up mostly up North of the border though. When I get flustered a wild 'aboot' might be heard from me now and again." His smile is a little apologetic as if it was some horrible crime to come from the land of maple syrup.     Then he gestures with one hand over and to the side, as if pointing the direction from whence he came as he adds. "Right now." He turns to Tony as the man slides their beers in front of them. Jimmy pushes his empty the man's way as he scoops it up with some well-trained bar precision.     "I'm a teacher for a school upstate. Not glamorous, but it's honest work."
Inez Temple	Nodding, there doesn't seem to be any censure on her face for his admitting to spending time 'up north'. If anything, Inez seems amused by it, her smile growing. "Don't ya fret none, sweetness. Someone I was real close ta is from Canada, I ain't so fussed over it." She leans in against the bar, winking at him. "Thank ya, darlin'," she takes up her own beer and lifts it in cheers against his before taking a long, large swallow. Setting the mug back down, she lets out a breath, "Oh that's better. Much better." Inez flashes a grin towards James and lifts a brow, "School, huh? Wouldn't happen t'be Xavier's would it?" She smiles at him, "I know a couple people that know a couple people up that way. Actually where I was headed m'self. Like I said, tryin' t'make new friends."
Jimmy Hudson	She gets a side-eye from him for that. One of those wary looks that makes a man look so terribly suspicious as he murmurs, "I do so happen to have my checks signed by a fellow who goes by the name of Xavier. Now and then."     But then that would make sense wouldn't it. Xavier's draws people from across the world to work in that school. Of course finding an out of place traveler there in upstate New York might well lead in that direction. Sometimes though, the world works in lovely ways.     He draws himself up and crosses his arms over his broad chest, tilting his head as he looks at her curiously. "Tell me somethin' so I can know your angle, Miss Temple. Somethin' hopefully that'll convince me you're in favor of private education. Since if not."     He shakes his head and then says with that same gentle lilt, "I might be heartbroken." A casual bystander likely wouldn't get what they're talking about. But she very well likely would pick it up.
Inez Temple	Chuckling as he turns cagey, Inez leans forward a bit and murmurs, "If I meant them any harm, darlin', I surely wouldn't be announcin' I mean t'go there." Straightening up, she sets an elbow on the bar and holds her hand up in a clear invitation. Grinning, she offers, "Tell ya what, beat me in an arm wrassle, an' I'll tell ya anythin' ya wanna know. Fair?" It's not fair, not on either side. But that's half the fun! With the other hand, she lifts the mug, taking another deep swallow while holding his gaze. "How bout it darlin'? One lil arm wrassle an' ya could learn everythin' ya wanna know bout lil ol' me..."
Jimmy Hudson	"Yeah," James says as he leans against the bar, "But you might be plannin' on gettin' rowdy and might just be startin' a ruckus with some dash of lovely style." Which is a compliment, to be fair. Perhaps a smidge back-handed. But a compliment.     "Oh arm wrasslin'." She might get the hint that's not exactly how he'd say it, but he's charmed with the tone. With the word. Even as he takes his own swig of his beer. But he's smiling. A warm thing, amused, and his cheeks have a hint of flush. Probably from the booze. But shaking his head he looks back to her.     "How about." He leans forward a little, setting his right elbow there and bringing his arm up. He's wearing just a t-shirt and a flannel overshirt. But she can see the way the flannel swells as the muscle hidden under that fabric tenses. His hand takes hers, then he says. "A little arm wrestlin'. Maybe a drinkin' contest. And if things are still up in the air then..."     There's a moment as he lowers his deep blue eyes, then brings them up to meet her gaze. A twist is there in that smile but there's something sly there. And his voice has a hint of growl to it. "Well then we figure out one last way to split that difference?"     Those words are so innocent. So gently delivered with that half-smile. But something about the way he says them might make her think of black hats and desperadoes.
Inez Temple	Wiggling her fingers as he sets his elbow on the bar, turning a grin towards him, the stool creaks slightly as she sets against it to brace herself. "Well now.. that sounds mighty fun, Jimmy." Inez leans forward a bit and meets those deep blues with her own baby lues, alight with interest and enjoyment. "I say you got a deal, darlin'. This promises t'be a -very- fun evenin'..." Inez reaches out, settling her hand around his and giving a light squeeze. Just a light one. But there's strength there. An unusually strong grip. "Say when, darlin'." Winking at him, she's on full display, at the ready, and just waiting for him to give the word.
Jimmy Hudson	She can read it in those eyes, in that smile. Rueful is the word in that moment as he shakes his head and exhales slowly with a soft 'ahhh man.' Then he murmurs, "I'm gonna regret this, aren't I?" Though that smile is there as he holds her gaze and takes her hand, curling his fingers around hers. His grip is warm and there's a hint of a callous between thumb and forefinger, but there's a slight jangle of senses that causes him to smile just from holding there.     It's kinda nice. A small strain as if testing his grip, then cinching up a little closer. A few other patrons are glancing their way and one is laughing some. Jimmy though, he seems to take it in stride.     "Alright, darlin'. Be gentle." And as he says that he gives a nod.     Which is when he tightens up his grip and starts to push. Not full blast, of course. Since they're being friendly. Though the way he meets her eyes it's as if seeing that blue in her gaze is worth the price of admission.
Inez Temple	"Mebbe so darlin', but I'd like t'think I can make it fun either way," Inez winks at him and lets out a chuckle. There's no denying her confidence, that self-assurance that says she knows she's the strongest person in the room. No matter what the case might actually be. There's a curve to her smile, a look in those eyes. She's going to enjoy this, even if he comes out on top. Chuckling softly, she murmurs, "Be surprised how often I hear that, sweetness. I'll try not to make it hurt." Winking at him, she squeezes just a little more. Still not painful, but exerting some pressure. Then he's nodding and her muscles flex and he can feel that strength pushing against him, inexorable. And held back. She's working very hard to not hurt him. She could, quite easily, its there. But she's trying to keep it on a more even keel. Meeting his gaze, he'll find she's pretty easy to read. She might like to play poker, but that doesn't mean she's got the best poker face. He could easily come out ahead in this deal, even if he does lose.
Jimmy Hudson	The first few moments it's settling in, their arms tensing, muscles growing taut. He bites the corner of his lower lip as he focuses. At times he steals a look at their hands, their arms, then back up to her eyes. He crinkles his nose at her and murmurs, "Yer enjoyin' this too much, Inez."     They're chiding words, but there's a playfulness to them, teasing perhaps as he starts to press harder. And harder... and realizing her arm isn't budging. She maintains there and withstands the push though she can feel the strength... it's more she has a good amount more of it. And a good amount of control.     "Did I ask you what you do for a livin', darlin'?" His smile is a wicked wry thing even as a beadlet of sweat lights upon the line just under his jaw and wends its way down along the supple curve of his neck only to disappear beneath his shirt.     "I get the vibe it might be important ta know." He strains a bit more.     "Like bodybuilder. Or... olympic weight lifter."
Inez Temple	She stays there, cool as a cucumber, not even budging, just watching him as he tries to push her hand to the bartop. They're starting to draw interest now, real interest. People starting to whisper as he strains and she stays put. Inez flicks a glance to the other patrons, then back to Jimmy with a slow smile, "Mebbe a lil, but yer jes' so darned cute, Jimmy." The playfulness is returned, a touch of teasing as she lets him push her hand just a smidge. Then her grip returns and she's pushing back on his hand. Angling towards the bartop, slowly, carefully. Trying to make it look like its a challenge even though they both know different. She winks at him and murmurs, "Bounty hunter, darlin'. I'm a bounty hunter by trade. But my momma, she gave me a lil somethin' extra t'git by on." The press is slow but inexorable, nothing he can do about it. She's got him dead to rights. His knuckles rap the bartop and she flashes a grin at him, "That was fun! Now... what say we git these burgers t'go an' we can find somewhere a lil more private t'chat, hm?"