10418/Sometimes You're Better Off Dead

Sometimes You're Better Off Dead
Date of Scene:	13 December 2019
Location:	P3, Avalon Heights
Synopsis:	Just a casual meeting in a club.
Cast of Characters:	Blackout, Piper Halliwell

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Blackout has posed:
    A man wearing a black suit over a black tshirt walks into the bar. Though it may sound like the beginning of a goth or emo joke, it's not. He's just an ordinary looking man with ordinary problems and wants to go to a place where nobody knows his name. His name isn't Norm or Cliff, but he looks like he can drink. Walking up to the bar, he'll take a seat on one of the chairs/stools and place his elbows on the bar. He casually looks around for west end girls because he just may well be an east end boy. And he waits for the bartender to approach.

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper's coming back down the bar after having taken a walk to talk to the DJ that's here. Because the band she booked bailed on her and didn't even pay. So it's back to spinning decks and music. The problem with telling a DJ to surprise the club is the DJ decided to be a smartass. Piper was trying to scold him while laughing. Totally not the right message, but she works her way down the bar serving drinks. Finally. Finally she gets to the new customer. "So what can I get you?" Piper asks, hair tied back just a bit, her usual clothes on, and hands on the bar. Safer that way, Piper won't accidentally freeze or blow up her club. That's one tricky thing to explain to insurers. My hand slipped and a wall blew up...

Blackout has posed:
    Blackout leans forward, "Scotch and a draft please." He has his credit card already in hand and will slide it across the bar to open a tab.

    Aside from his general looks, the only thing that stands out on him is his suit. It is well tailored becaue it doesn't bunch up, rise, or wrinkle when he shifts or moves. Instead, it seems to hold his muscular frame quite well. Additionally, he's never been to the bar beyond anyone's recollection, just off the street like most other random city dwellers.

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper eyes the card and the order. "ID?" she asks. Yeah, she's carding him. Gotta follow those rules. "Scotch and a draft. Got it" Piper nods setting drinks for the guy next to Blackout. All the while thinking how to be a smartass and preferably not get said drinks thrown over her. She'll start small, and wait for ID. Really. Paying by card? Who is this guy, somebody with a ton of money.Or somebody who decided to get horribly wated on a card and then get the charges cancelled through some amazing scheme. That's so Phoebe....though the guy sitting at the bar is, well...a guy.

"I'll get your drinks when I know you're legal to drink" Piper nods.

Blackout has posed:
    He grins, reaches back to his pocket and pulls out a NYC Driver License. He slides it back across to her side of the bar. It reads Marcus Daniels with a Manhattan address in the upper west side. It also says he's in his 30s. The name matches the card.

    He states, "I'm Marc. I'm more legal than you'd imagine. But then who's to call me legal, says the under 21 girl behind the bar." - he's implying that she looks young for her position.

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper nods at the license. "Alright, one draft and scotch coming up" she nods, setting the drinks in front of Blackout. She's got that look that says she's gonna listen if he starts talking, but won't push him into it. Instead the guy stood behind Blackout starts throwing a fit about how come he gets served before me, does Piper know who he is?

Piper sighs. "Yeah, you're a rich kid who got a godsawful fake ID to get in here and can learn to wait. Back of the line" Piper says, and asks Blackout if he'd like anything else.

Blackout has posed:
    Looking at the drinks a moment before being disturbed by the guy and then Piper scolding the kid. Blackout looks back at the disturbing guy and then back to the drinks in front of him. He hears her question then looks up, "No, I'm good for now. But hey, what's your name?" he queries. Still hasn't touched the drinks in front of him, not even the glass that holds them.

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper nods, then steps to the side to get drinks for the other customers, then she returns to Mark. "Tell me bout yourself" she says suddenly, as she looks past Blackout, to the club and signals the DJ, then back to Blackout. She's stood where she can get to nearly all of this side of the bar, too. And genuinely curious about this new customer.

Blackout has posed:
    "Nothing much to tell, really." he admits. "I'm a scientist. Been in dimensional research looking for zero point energy so we can power the world without creating more pollution as well as making it free for all."

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper cants her head, "And I'm just a simple club owner. Makes me feel dumb compared to you smart people" Piper says with a shrug,then looks over the bar. One smart guy. A lot of not as smmart folks. "See, I'm just a club owner. Nah, not smart enough to do that research, really. I found my comfort zone running this club." she adds. Oh yeah and she's not saying a thing about 'I am a witch, I am aCharmed one' either. But that's still a part of who she is, really.

Blackout has posed:
    He looks around the room then back to her. "Oh no. You've done great for yourself. In fact, you've done way more than I ever have. Considering that I've not cracked the code or found the actual dimension that has all the energy for the world. I'm a failure. This looks like success to me."

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper gives him a sharp look. "You're not a failure. You're alive, you're here. That's success. You've manged to show up here. Yah you didn't crack the code. But think on this" Piper points out. Sarcasm toned down for the moment. "You've got things to be proud of, yeah? You're alive. You're heere."

Blackout has posed:
    "See, we don't get paid for work that doesn't produce results. Our grants run out. When we lose funding, we lose. Sort of like if you didn't have customers, you'd have to shutter this place and move onto something different. That's really what I'm pondering."

Piper Halliwell has posed:
"Yeah you're right" Piper admits. "Though, c'mon, you've still got things to be proud of" Piper offers with a nodd. "You got a place to stay, you got friends. You got a tab here" Piper shrugs and grins. "You've gotta be good at things other than being smart, right? I mean, open mic night at the weekend, come along if you want" Piper offers, then smiles. "Can't be worse than the guy trying to rap over maracas. While riding an inflatable zebra"

Blackout has posed:
    He laughs, "Yeah, that's one thing I cannot do is carry a tune or hold a note. But coming here to see a guy riding an inflatable zebra would be epic." Marc finally takes the scotch in his left hand, sips it some, and then drinks the small tumbler. Places the tumbler near to her on the side of the bar and he then picks up the beer and drinks some of it.

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper's trying. Trying not to laugh at his words. "Okay then. You like seeing people rap while riding zebras? Takes all sorts, but why not bring an inflatable zebra to help out?" she offers trying not to giggle. Hard to speak around that. Piper gives up and is giggling imagingining Mark with an inflatable zebra. Great. That's got the rest of the bar staff joining in, though Piper's explaining it. "There's a place in NYC that does custom inflatable zebras" Piper adds once she's calmed down, with a grin.

Blackout has posed:
    His smile remains, he shakes his head. Drinks more of the beer and then says, "Maybe if there were a costume party and my date wanted to be the other half of the zebra." He notes as he places the beer glass down.

Piper Halliwell has posed:
"C'mon, gotta admit inflatable zebras make everrything funnier" Piper nods. She's making a note to get one and hand it to Mark. Piper's got that look in her eye. Sarcasm's alive and well. "So, Mr Mark the zebra guy. Who is smart, I got a question" Piper says with a smirk. That smirk alone spells out trouble. Only. With stripes, more drinks, and trouble. Piper's in her element

Blackout has posed:
    "Of course it does. But me riding one. I'd fall off and into the mosh pit where I'd get stepped on. But then he segues back to her next subject and asks, "What's your question?" - Curiousity has struck him, wondering where this bartender is going.

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper grins. "Do we look like we got a mosh pit? Now I said that one'll spring up to prove me wrong.Nah, question was, what you think of P3?" Piper asks with a smirk. Mosh pit. P3. Really. Really, moshing in her place. Well then...

Blackout has posed:
    He looks around, "It's a nice place. I don't club much. Really not my sort of scene. I just wanted a drink. But it's got a lot of pretty things, pretty people, pretty bartenders. So who is to complain."

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper raises an eyebrow."You calling me pretty? Thanks" Piper nods with a wry smile. "I appreciate it. It's nice. And yes we get pretty things, but ugly things happen here too, and givenw we're in Bloodhaven....you can imagine" Piper muses with a wry grin.

Blackout has posed:
    "Some pretty ugly things. Indeed." He smiles and says, "But yeah, I gotta head out. Could you close out my bill?"

Piper Halliwell has posed:
Piper grins. "Oh I can keep your tab open if you'd like and you come back here. I'll put a note on your tab too. Just settle it and we're good for now. And thanks for the compliments" Piper smirks, "Take a bottle home if you like"

Just don't lead the BPD back here, that's the unspoken side of it, as Piper nods. "Oh and don't drive, either. I'm not having anything like that on my hands" See, that'd mess with her protect innocents side of things.

Blackout has posed:
    "I don't drive. It's way too slow." Marc says as he stands from the bar gathering his stuff, but leaving the bottle. He begins to break away, "Have a great evening."