1085/Log

Log
Date of Scene:	20 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Ares, Lady Blackhawk, Grace Choi

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Ares has posed:
    The place had calmed down after its required one brawl an hour and the Godsend settled back into the routine what with the guy with his broken face getting pulled off and tended to by the friends who brought him there. Zinda spoke for a while with the guy the two of them went to protect from getting a mauling, but John Aaron... he just wandered back to his table and took his seat, refilling his glass with his bottle until the bottle ended up empty.
    He signaled a waitress in passing to bring him his fourth of the evening, then settled back into his chair for the long hail, occasionally glancing over to make sure that Zinda's voice didn't rise or that another kerfluffle wasn't in the offing. But once it's over and when she starts to make her way back he'll smile wryly and lift his drink in her direction.
    "So, had your quota of fun for the evening or what?"

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    She waves a hand dismissively, tossing those battle scarred Knuckles onto the table. "I'm good for now, got my fill of brawlin for at least the next thirty minutes. Scouts honor and every god damned thing, now you gonna tell me what the fuck has you all -extra- broody or what?"She dips her head, lighting her cigarette. She's made no attempt to clean the blood of her hands, but then Zinda's not terribly fussy about that kind of stuff. Literally or otherwise, she is a simple thing after all.
    "or is this going to be some sort of elaborate guy problem, and I'm just gonna make it awkward asking about that rash or what?"No, not fussy. Foul mouthed, sure. "I know a cure all for that shit or so I'm told, has to do with the releasing agent they use for willy pete molds. Dangerous and crazy sure.."

Ares has posed:
    A snort comes from him and he replies with no small element of umbrage, "I am not broody." He tilts over his new bottle, pouring some liquor into his glass. The bottle is set aside and he takes up his drink, enjoying a sip before he eyes her sidelong. "I was just in the middle of telling you, that gal we met the other night, you remember her? Grace?" He takes another pull of his drink and sets it down.
    Then he straightens up in his chair and says to her, "You weren't into her were you? I got a vibe, but then you get a vibe for pretty much any gal that looks at you for more than two seconds."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "Yeah I got that effect on women, but no not into her."She pauses, stealing that bottle for a pour of her own. "I mean she's great, but not me. I mean shit I got ink, hell you wanna see?"She laughs at that, half turning to peel down the collar of her shirt to show...the corner of some sort of inkwork and..yeah this is Drunken Zinda not planning it out. "Too much ink, doesn't fly planes. I already got a girl anyway, kind of."And a huff, as she leans back oncemore to sip her bourbon. "It is very complicated, good but complicated."

    And then a lift of the brows as it hits her. "Oh Holy shit, did you break off a piece of her? Man, well shit. Go for it, if I'd wanted a dance with'er she'd have gone home with me that night."And..who knows.

Ares has posed:
    At Zinda's confession, John sorts of cocks an eyebrow, considering on pressing her about it. But he lets it go for now mostly with just an uttered, "That's good. You deserve to find someone that can keep you happy." He lifts his drink towards her offering a long distance toast before he takes a sip of it again. But then she makes her comment in her own inimitable Zinda-like way and he shakes his head, rolling his eyes as he looks away.
    "We agreed it was just a fling. But she was..." He furrows his brow as he looks to the side, "She asked me very direct questions and though I sorta tried to dissuade her she wouldn't hear it."
    Another grunt comes from him and he takes a drink. "Still, she's pretty great."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "What kinda questions then huh?"She accepts the toast and raises her own in return before pounding that glass without so much as a wince, like a fish yo." She seemed like a, practical sort've girl. No shame in the occasional just random fuck to let off some steam, and hell no shortage of women who go in for that single dad play."Pointing almost accusingly over at John, before pouring another. "Most single dads got their fucking shit together, you know? They're stable adults, not a rampant manchild. No woman wants to be, well ok let me rephrase that for the modern age. *Hic*"
    She clears her throat, before trying to put on a somewhat more eloquent tone. "If the internet has taught me anything, it's that whatever you're into there is somone else out there -also- into it. So I shouldn't say no woman likes an immature grabass piece of shit, because I'm sure somewhere some hag actually does. However Grace, I dunno I reckon she's after your dark broody No bullshit dad vibes."

Ares has posed:
    Another rough snort comes from him, as close as he's gotten to a laugh lately, but he shakes his head. "Zinda you are a lovely woman, but you are also insane." He dismisses her words with a casual flaring of his hands to the sides and says simply. "I do not affect dad vibes. I have a son. It is simply a change in..." He looks aside as if seeking the right word, "A change in responsibilities. I am much as I ever was. Mostly." He leaves that white lie there for now.
    But then he eyes her sidelong, "I think she may have been more intrigued simply because I..." He rubs at his chin, "Had no intention of seducing her. Perhaps it was a new experience."
    Then he gives another grunt, "In any case, that's enough about that."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "Fucking bullshit, dadvibes are legit as hell. Do I need to call some woman on my cellphone who you don't know to confirm it? Anyway, apart from the issue of Grace being attracted to your rampant and uncontrollable dad-vibes?"She pauses to hit another glass, and well now she's finding her vibe. Zinda has layers of drunk, of course. First she gets loud, then she gets rowdy, and then she gets...whatever this is now. "I can get that, she's a hot piece. So why the fuck aren't you going after her, she not looking for a steady fatherly figure in her life or did you just think I was gonna be all choked up cuz I didn't get first dibs?"

Ares has posed:
    Turning his head to the side he fixes Zinda with his most grim, if moderately dad-vibed, glower as he leans to the side in his chair. Another swallow of booze and he tells her, "We both agreed it was a fling." He looks away from her, brow furrowing as he does seem a little and he looks off. "I do not usually indulge myself, Zinda. I tend to try and keep my life under control. I owe Alexander as normal a life as I can give him."
    But then he sets his glass down with a clink, "So it's not a question of going after her, we both knew what it was going into it."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "A normal life, oh jesus christ John are you gonna tell me you're a fucking cape or someshit? Most dads want whats best, dads in capes and shit are all about "normal" so out with it."She pauses, fumbling with that cigarette lighter for a moment before getting it going and her cigarette lit. "Ok ok, lets settle this like adults. Put your hand on the table, like in the middle where I can reach."And so she produces another cigarette, holding it between her fingers. "I will make you a god damned bet. If I can draw blood with this cigarette, nothing but paper, filter and tobacco? You tell me exactly what the fuck is going on. If I can't, well I'll drop the dad-vibe thing..."And a moment's consideration. "For a week, no more."

Ares has posed:
    Rolling his eyes, John glares back at her, "A normal life, as in not having a stream of moms, step moms, or dad's girlfriends strolling through his life fucking up his perception of life so that he gets older and grows into a weak man-child." He pushes his glass away, scowling now and definitely into what she proclaimed as a brood before. But he points at her, "You are obsessed with your crazed life, imagining that everyone has to have something like that as well. Let people be, Zinda."
    As he says that he scowls and looks away. "Do your trick, there is no bet. Might as well bet me you can jump from here to the door and the hop on over."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "My dad, was an alcoholic."Zinda, well just puts that out there. Even as she brings a flame to that cigarette's filter and, it burns. After a few moments, she licks her fingers and squeezes it out. Then, with a flare she drags that still warm filter across and, yeah it's enough to draw blood. She's forged a sharp plastic little shiv, with a cigarette filter. "Not violent one, but when he got into it? He just checked out, and mom was..terrified. She'd been a wing walker back in the day, but dad scared her. So in the end, I didn't have much of anyone really. I started making my own meals when I was ten, because neither of them could be bothered. Dad passed out on the couch, mom locked in the bedroom."

    She offers over that shiv, with a little smile. "Something happens to you, Alexander has nobody. Board falls, car accident, supervillian bullshit. You name it, He's alone in the world. What I think is best for you, and Alexander. Speaking as somone who should have stopped talking a few minutes back? Build your kid a support network of people who care, about him, you..."

Ares has posed:
    The tall man accepts that shiv and takes it form her, lightly pressing the tip against his skin and giving a slow nod of approval. He looks across the way at her, then looks away as his thoughts turn introspective. His thoughts wend the way they do, led by her words and offering them due consideration.
    A few moments pass and then he murmurs, "If something happens to me, Alexander will be taken care of." He's taken steps, of course. Insurance, will, investments. It all will lead to him wanting for nothing. Nothing material at least. But he grimaces, "Have to be careful for him because my family would take advantage of him if they knew of him. So in some ways it is best he learn to depend on himself."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "Want for nothing but family."She offers a little shrug at that. "Well anyway I'm over the line, I ain't gonna tell you how to manage your dad-vibes. "She inhales sharply, before hitting that bourbon. "You know if it comes to that, his old man has friends who wouldn't turn him out into the cold."

    "Ok, lighter material. Fuckit, now Bet won so what the fuck is going on with you. Come on, what cape? I win you lose, cigarette cuts. So pony up Johnny boy."and well, more booze.

Ares has posed:
    Another grunt comes from him and he shakes his head, "Appreciated Zinda, but really what do you know about me? I'm old, I fought in the war, I have a kid. I can handle my drink. I'll cover your back." He crinkles his nose and looks away, "I won't hit on ya, despite all your craziness." He starts to tick things off, but fails to go very far on his fingers. "And I dunno, I can put up dry wall like nobody's business."
    He looks back at her, "I'm just saying, it's kind of you to say that, and feel that way. But... I lost track of my point. Fuck it."
    He waves for the waitress for another bottle.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "And I don't freak you out, nor the island, nor the giant mechanized lobster dead on the beach of said island. I offer you a gig, you turn it down. You go have a romp with a crazy huge woman who could break me in half, and you ain't even sore."Uh oh, even Drunk Zinda can pretend she's a regular sherlock holmes over here. "You don't wanna tell me, fine. I can get that. Am I wrong entirely though, I mean give me some kind of a bone here you prick."
    Not that she's all that bothered for the moment, before finally shrugging out of her jacket. "Unf, shit. Remind me why we always come to -this- dive in particular, and not someplace with a menu? I could kill a puppy for a pizza or something, you wanna get some chow?"

Ares has posed:
    A snort comes from him, "They have a menu, just the food is terrible." John answers her easily enough even as he pours himself another drink before already draining half of it. But he then sets it aside and leans forward upon the table, affixing her with his gaze as he looks at her steadily and answers her with the truth.
    Though probably not all of it.
    "You don't freak me out, because a lot of crazy junk has gone down the last five years with all the crazy coming out of the walls. I didn't take your gig being a bruiser because I make a good enough chunk of change as it is, well into six figures and that's good enough for me." He then points at her, "As for Grace, that was what... two weeks ago? We spent several nights in a hotel, and I called out sick from work."
    He snorts and sits back in his chair, "As for the bone, I thought you said you didn't want me to hit on you." He scowls and grabs his drink, but then he adds, "I could eat."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "Alright smartass, wanna make bone jokes? You're buying the pizza."She shifts in her seat, fumbling for a phone and mumbling as she rolls through the numbers. You know, exactly the kind of thing you'd do if you were ordering a or looking for a resturaunt? "I'm serious though, food."She rises with a wobble, before throwing that jacket back on.She throws a wad of bills on the bar, before making her way through the crowd to get outside and...make a single discreet call..

Ares has posed:
    It's always best to double check Zinda's math, because she sometimes messes it up at this part of the night. So John rolls to his feet and starts to push around her bills, making sure she remembered to tip. He eyes the stack, grimaces as he looks up trying to do math and frowning. Eventually he decides to throw down some more money, just in cases, then turns to head out after her.
    He's a little bit behind, so only aware she's making the call as he steps out of the bar beside her. He extends a hand to the side, and murmurs to himself. "Mmm, looks like rain. You got a hat?" He asks her, but then he sees her on the phone and shuts up. He does step to the side so they at least clear the door a bit for people wanting to go in.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    It's legit like, 1am when the phone rings on Grace's end and guess who it is? Zinda fucking Blake, which probably means somone has been shanked in the neck or she's drunk. 50/50 odds, really.

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace does not look at her caller ID. Because she likes to live dangerously. So when she picks up the phone, and answers, her voice is alert, and, somewhat demanding as she simply asks: "What the fuck do you want?" Manners? Grace probably has them. Somewhere. She just misplaced them and never bothered to go looking for them again.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "Heeeey Honey, it's Zinda. Hey look, I have a bet and only you can put this to rest."She sounds drunk, but well had Grace ever heard her sober? "Now I'll buy you a pitcher of whatever ya'll want, but I only got one question. Then of course, I'll need you to repeat it to the feller in question so he believes me. So what, you got time to settle a bet and win a pitcher?"

Grace Choi has posed:
    "You're calling me at 1am, to ask me a question? I've gotten worse calls than this," Grace admits, dryly. There's a bit of background noise, as she's clearly in a public place. "Hold on," she says.
    The phone is set down. There's a muffled sound, a guy yelling something about 'damn dirty freaks' and then there's a loud, uncomfortable sound as someone fell through a table. Or, into wall, and knocked over a table.
    Silence for a few moments. A door opening. A partial, fading yell. And then more silence.
    The phone is picked up again, "Sorry about that. Working. So. What's your question, Legs?"

Ares has posed:
    At that... John Aaron realizes she's not calling the pizza place. Does he freak out and reach for the phone, does he seem to flip out or get angry or annoyed. Nah, he just sort of quirks an eyebrow and gets a little of a sour expression. But he knows better than to try and get in Zinda's way about something like this. So he just sort of leans back against the wall and looks away. "You're a mean drunk, Zinda Blake."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "John, Dad-vibs. Confirm or deny he has them. He claims, they don't exist. Thus, he ain't got none. I assert, to the contrary that he is Captain Dad-Vibes, commander of the Dad-vibe brigade. Now how do you answer, honey?"This is serious business now, Dad-vibes! She turns to Ares with a broad smile, before shooting him the bird. This can't be stopped, she's already won this battle against the god of war.

Grace Choi has posed:
    You learn a lot, when you're a child, and you're in a Bad Place. You learn, very quickly, how to not just read emotions, but read those smallest signs, those telltale facial twitches, eye movements, unconscious gestures a person makes. Because your next meal, your life, whether or not you get to use the toilet that day, or get fresh air in a month, they all depend on it.
    Grace seems to be baffled by this question though. "Sure. He's a dad. Also good in bed. Why?" Oblivious as to what import any of this could have, on anything.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "I'm not asking about how quality of a lay it was honey."Though she does cup her hand over the mic to inform John that he's apparently doing OK in that department all the same. "No no, did he an exude an aura of having his shit together? Of being responsible and yaknow, fatherly? Dad-vibes, like how guys go for moms? You know, like anything like what I'm trying to say here?"

Grace Choi has posed:
    This is slowly getting strange. But, Zinda did leave a good impression on Grace, so she induldges the pretty pilot lady. "Yeah, I suppose so." She at least got the impression he was being somewhat paternal about Zinda. "Sure, he has Dad-vibes, if you put it like that."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
    "HAH! I knew it! Ok, Grace honey I owe you a pitcher, thanks so much. Call me sometime alright?"She's already grinning like an idiot over towards Ares, because this is Zinda Blake and winning never gets old. "John, Dad Vibes confirmed. Aha! I told you so, nobody ever listens to Zinda but I was right!"

Ares has posed:
    The tall man leaning there against the wall snorts at her again, becoming a habit as he waves her off with a dismissive gesture. "Sure, so long as you kept twisting the question around and asking it over and over again." He pushes away from the wall and casually pushes her with his shoulder, but gently. "Congratulations, counselor."
    With that said he starts on down the street, heading towards the aforementioned pizza place. "C'mon, I'll buy the first pie." Not that they ever go for a second or third, but sometimes he does have an appetite.