Owner Pose
Domino     Neena's gotten drunk at the Asteroid bar enough times; today she invites Clarice down to join her at Sister Margaret's. Wade is out, so she slips $50 to Buck to not pull his doorman shtick on the magenta mutant and waits at the bar nursing a mojito and a vaguely sour expression.

    The bar itself is full of rough sorts, mercenaries mostly, but none of them comes anywhere near Domino. It's not just that she's friends with the owners, and it's not just that she got Buck into a headlock with her legs the first time she came. It's her general reputation; she's not as ruthless as Deadpool, but she's undeniably better, with a near-perfect record on her jobs. Some of the biggest bounties on the board have been claimed by Neena Thurman, and everyone in the place knows that.

    It doesn't keep Weasel from coming up to her and opening his mouth, but the albino forestalls him by saying, "I will pay you to leave me alone tonight, and not to hit on my friend, either. No blowjob jokes, no clumsy passes, /nothing/. I'm serious." She pulls out another $50 and waves it at the bartender, who shrugs and takes the money.
Clarice Ferguson     Not really knowing what she's up for in this particular 'establishment,' Clarice teleports to a nearby alley, and strides through the doors in her long, green dress, with slits up nearly to her hips. Her skin stands out as much as it ever does - which is to say even more than Domino's, as her gaze scans over the occupants of the bar. She knows a rough crowd when she sees one - but none of them seem to want trouble with her.
    Maybe some of them have seen her in the company of Magneto on the news befoe? Who knows.
    "Nice place," she greets Domino in a dry tone as she joins the other woman at the bar. "What drinks do you recommend here? Any specialties?" Somehow, she doebts her usual preference of cognax would be the most universally accepted idea.
Domino     "They've got just about anything you might like. Weasel, a cognac for the lady?" Neena smiles at him and he sigh and goes to get the drink without a single comment.

    Then she shrugs at Clarice. "I mean, it's Wade's... well, it's not /really/ Wade's place but he practically runs the place. He lives in an apartment above the bar. I like it well enough. Everyone knows who I am, and they mostly don't stare, and mostly leave me alone." She grins.

    "How're you doing, then?"
Clarice Ferguson     "Doing alright. Pete finished school - we celebrated with tickets to Everyone's Talking About Jamie on the West End," Clarice remarks conversationally. But then..." There's a frown on her features. "Theo and Pete went on their school's trip to Egypt, and there was some sort of attack... and the Headmistress got killed. All the kids are okay, but- it's been a little tough on them. They'll be alright, though. They're both tough, and unfortunately they've both been through some shit before. You know?"
    She grins at Weasel as the drink is set before her, and she offers a simple nod ot thanks in reply. "How've you been?"
Domino     "Ohh, that sucks. I'd be pretty upset if Father Rudolpho died. Tell 'em I gave my condolences?" Neena frowns. That is, indeed, upsetting.

    She swirls her mojito around a bit and takes a drink. "Wade gave me some bad news about my brother the other day. Well, /good/ news, 'cause Wade found him. Bad news, 'cause the people who have him are probably the people who created us both." She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "Those types just never give up, do they?"
Clarice Ferguson     "I'll pass it on. I've been mostly sticking closer to home with them - you know?" Clarice gives a helpless shrug of her shoulders. What else can you really say? "They'll be okay. They all will."
    As Neena talks about her brother, a worried frown crosses Clarice's expression. "Well, shit," she remarks. "We're developing a plan though - right? To get him back? You know I'll help. You just tell me the when, and the where... and I'm all yours. We'll make 'em regret it."
Domino     "Oh, there's a plan. It involves going up against a copy of Wade, which--weird, right? I guess someone cobbled together a weird doppleganger made of discarded parts from when he's died and regrown himself before. Which. Eww." Neena shakes her head. "But there's a plan. I mean, I think it's mostly 'go in, shoot people, grab Laz, get out,' but... it's a plan."

    She shrugs. "I don't usually do much planning, you know? I tend not to need to. The luck only kicks in when I'm in danger, so what's the point in planning ahead?"
Clarice Ferguson     "Well - yeah, I suppose that's a point," Clarice agrees with a wry smile. "But the rest of your team might not opperate that way!" In fact - odds are they won't. "Still. You know I've got your back, and I'll back your play," She remarks solemnly. "Kid deserves somewhere safe to learn how to control his gift, you know? We'll figure it out," she promises, before taking another drink.
Domino     "Yeah," Neena says, with a smile. "Yeah, I think we will."

    Glancing back to Clarice, she says, "Alright, so tell me about this play. Everyone's Talking About Jamie? Isn't that like that song? No, no, that's the one where nobody's supposed to talk, but they do, but--yeah, well. Anyway. Good show?"
Clarice Ferguson     Clarice's face lights up at this question from Neena. "I took Pete for his graduation gift!" she exclaims brightly. "We all went together - to the East End. If you //really// want to hear about it, though - you have to ask Pete. He's able to act-out the things the main character does in a way that- well, you just got to see it," she practically gushes.
    She casually clinks her glass against Neena's as she adds, "I'll make sure you get a chance to ask him - next time you're on the asteroid."