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Nick Drago	As the evening sets in, the interior of The Wick has more appeal. The dim lighting is ideal for those who have been here for awhile, the pillar of melted candle wax makes for a great conversation piece and the less dimly lit areas are great for- everyone else. In one of the areas that sports a little more light than usual is where Mike can be found, seated at a table, looking over a notebook with a dark beer sitting on a coaster nearby. He seems to be working. But as for why when his home is not that far away? Hmm. Ask the companion that his roommate is currently entertaining over there.
Sara Pezzini	Sara had heard of the Wick but had never been. Brooklyn girls just don't do the Mid-Town hang, but then a lot had changed in her life of late. Her left-hand covers her right wrist, her thumb absently stroking the heavy silver bracelet with the red stone. She's not dressed Manhattan, but that is partly because a detective's work is never done, and she had worked well past her eight hours. So be it, no Louboutin high heels, but purple Converse's. Slim black pants under a second-hand couture jacket, and a white silk tee-shirt will have to do it. R Like everyone new to the bar, the nightmare architecture of the candles on either side of the vintage cash register slows her steps. After a long look, she searches the bar for her new acquaintance, the only reason she'd be in here and walks over to greet him. "Hi, Mike. How's it going?"
Nick Drago	What really is 'Manhattan' style? Mike's dressed in his usual summer attire. Goodwill's finest solid colored attire and a ballcap which is currently set down on the table next to the beer. Hearing his name, Mike glances up, giving a slight smile of greeting to one of the boom box retrieval crew. "I'm doing alright. Just waiting out the roommate." As the pale eyes of the performer looks to the cop, a free hand reaches to the notebook, closing it. "And you, Sara?"
Sara Pezzini	"Waiting out your roommate?" Sara asks as she slips into her seat facing him. "What are you drinking? Did you order from the bar?" After getting the important questions asked, she chews the side of her lips before answering. "Yeah, good. Working homicide can be long hours sometimes." Interesting choice of words, she does the NYPD stoic on him by omitting other descriptors like: gruesome, saddening, and, if you let it, disheartening.
Nick Drago	"He has a companion over and it's a studio layout." Mike replies, giving a bit of a shrug. "Guinness. Got it from the bar." Hearing Sara's censored description of the toll of working homicide, he gives a slight nod. "Can imagine. Just how many of those do you guys in general actually get solved?"
Sara Pezzini	Half distracted with her drink order, she obtusely starts to repeat what he says, then shuts her mouth. "Shared studio. New York rents kill me sometime. Have you guys been friends long?" His question about solve rates gets her attention. It's a sensitive spot and every detective's nightmare and burden. "It depends. A lot better than it used to be. A lot. Like when the Mafia ruled the City solves were ludicrous. CSI processing is a million times better, too. So, it depends."
Nick Drago	"Since I went into music... About ten years," Mike answers, "And he owns the condo. The utility bills are my rent. Has a nice view of the park though." He sets a hand to the side of his glass, listening to the answer. Not seeming surprised at the answer, but not happy with it either. Then again it is hard to win with that topic choice. "Sorry. Probably shouldn't have asked. But glad the rate has improved..." He lifts up his drink, downing a sizable portion in one go.
Sara Pezzini	Call it a detective's instinct, call it the gradual melding of the magic of the Witchblade and its hyper-sensitivity, Mike's questions have a history behind them. She narrows her eyes, holds up a finger for him to wait and goes to the bar to return with a Guinness. Back in her seat, she scrutinizes him for a moment, with a faint smile,"You don't look your age at all. I mean, not at all. Ten years?" After a long pull on her beer, she asks pleasantly, without a trace of defensiveness, "You have some problems with the police? I mean, like detectives?"
Nick Drago	Mike gives a nod as he sets the glass down half empty. Glancing to his notebook while she is away. "I'm twenty eight. Silver Round was formed when I was eighteen. We were both members." He answers when Pez asks her questions. "Police problems were prior to that. Learned early on that they're not legally obligated to help if they don't want to." He looks to the glass, reaching over to grab the glass again. "But they sure as HELL will have words if you learn to resolve it on your own."
Sara Pezzini	"It takes all kinds. You got the rough kind." Sara takes a long swig of her beer. "Man, I could use something to eat. You hungry?" She frowns down at the swirls she is making on the table with the condensation from the beer bottle. Looking up she asks softly, "Was it someone close to you? How did you resolve it?"
Nick Drago	Mike shakes his head. "I ate already. Just killing time. Although, if he's expecting to entertain all night long he's mistaken." He looks to his glass. "I resolved my situation by learning to defend myself." There's a tap upon the glass. "They'd start the fight, I'd end it."
Sara Pezzini	Sara swigs her beer without taking her eyes off of Mike. "The police /love/ vigilantes. Adore them. It kind of kicks the traces out from under why they exist. But!" She raises her nearly empty bottle to him in a salute. "I totally get that. Especially when they don't do their jobs and let a case go. Who is they?"
Nick Drago	Mike tilts his head looking, to Sara oddly, "...I was talking about getting constantly assaulted as a kid. I was learning to fight back against people older than me. Hardly a vigilante." He lifts up the glass, shaking his head, "But hey if you want to go to that topic... Yeah, the other department didn't get far with figuring out who killed my mom either."
Sara Pezzini	It takes a moment for her to respond, shock at his last words coming so quickly on her misunderstanding about who he was fighting. Nodding to herself, she exhales slowly, "No, hardly a vigilante. Sorry, I didn't get that," she says sincerely. "Can you tell me about your mom? Where was it?"
Nick Drago	The pause in response grants Mike enough time to finish off his beer, setting the glass down to where only the slightest droplet makes its slow slide back to the bottom. He looks back to the glass silently. Frowning. "Its ok."
Sara Pezzini	"Listen, we don't have to talk about this. Didn't mean to get into something that is hard for you." Sara leans forward, eyebrows furrowed in concern. "I just met Dr. Strange, how long have you know him?"
Nick Drago	Mike accepts the topic change rather easily. Not that visiting upon the topic of dead parents isn't a fun trip down memory lane but, well it isn't. "Strange?" He repeats, glancing upwards in thought. "I think since February... But it feels longer than that somehow. He takes a bit of getting used to."
Sara Pezzini	"Dude," she murmurs to herself with a low, snorted laugh and a shake of her head. "That's an understatement. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to him or the Sanctum Sanctorum. How did you meet him?"
Nick Drago	"To be honest?" Mike asks, "I was looking for a book binder and the address was smudged. I came across him mowing his lawn without actually holding on to the lawnmower. It was a brief but odd exchange."
Sara Pezzini	"Lawn?" Sara collapses back into her seat, shaking her head incredulously. "That...I find it hard to imagine him doing the housework, much less mowing the lawn. So, did he invite you in when he realized he had been seen?"
Nick Drago	"Oh no." Mike replies, shaking his head, "He gave me directions to the book binder, said something about me having more important things to be concerned about and that we'd meet again. So I'm not sure I would have accepted at the time if he had."
Sara Pezzini	"There is not a lot of demand for book binders. Did you find them? I've never had a book bound for me beyond hole punches for papers at university. What did you get bound?" She rises, "I'm going for another beer. Want something?"
Nick Drago	"The binder lived on the same street as Strange. And yes. He did a great job rebinding a book I've had for awhile." Mike shakes his head at the offer of another beer. "In a little bit I'm going to probably try again and see if the condo's safe yet. Might prefer the beer after I make the check."
Sara Pezzini	Sara grabs another beer from the bar. Pays in cash and returns to the table, pulling back the heavy chair. "Cool. You should definitely check on whether it's safe or not. I'm going to finish this and head on home. But check back, I might be here. The next beer is on me."
Nick Drago	Mike smiles, "I'll keep that in mind for the next time I run into you at a bar." He slides the chair back, reaching over to pick up his notebook before getting up, "Wish me luck."