11591/The Angel and the ape.. sorta

The Angel and the ape.. sorta
Date of Scene:	04 June 2020
Location:	Club Evolution, Mutant Town
Synopsis:	And the angel is the one to manhandle someone.
Cast of Characters:	Detective Chimp, Nightingale

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Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp is here at the Dinner in Mutant town one after a job where he has been following someone. He got his pictures, and set the camera up to take some more over next few hours. Mutant town is one of the places he can go and get less stares than most so food sounded like a good idea.

Nightingale has posed:
     With matters back home dying down to a dull roar, it was safe enough for Shannon to return to her part-time job bussing tables at Club Evolution. Naturally, she couldn't serve alcohol, but food? No problem. She's in a classy pair of black slacks, an off-shoulder, short-sleeved white peasant blouse tucked in at the waist--hey, a girl's got to keep her modesty--and a deceptively comfortable pair of black wedge sandals. As always, she has her little brown leather bag tied to her belt; hopefully it wouldn't be needed tonight. Her hair is pulled back in a simple French twist, except for the thin blue braid on the left side of her face, little silver beads on the end and all. She has her wings tucked in neatly behind her, though still relaxed. It was nice to get out and about again.

     She does take note of one patron who seems to have nobody looking after his table. This would not do! Neatly avoiding a few patrons who already looked well into their cups, she approaches the table, smiling. "Good evening! Is there anything I can get for you tonight?" She does have a thin pink bracelet on her left wrist, indicating her as of proper working age, but still under 21--so no booze.

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp is chewing on an unlit cigar, and looks p. He notices the bracelet and frowns a bit to the "Can I get an appetizer combo, and can I put in order for a beer with you, and someone else bring it over, or do I have to wait for a second waitress?

Nightingale has posed:
     Smiling, Shannon nods, taking down the order. "Got it, sir. One appetizer combo, and what sort of beer? I could have one of our other servers bring that over to you." She tilts her head, peering curiously at the Detective for a moment. "Seen a lot come through here, but I don't remember you. Welcome to Evolution." Her smile is warm, and her voice just elevated enough to be heard past the pulsating drumbeat already coming from the DJ booth.

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp nods, and hmms "Which ever is your strongest, and yea, I'm from Gotham just passing through for a job." He hmms "Hey is this place smoke free, or the rules different since some of the people here may actually smoke unintentionally?

Nightingale has posed:
     Mentally, the winged young woman runs through a list of the brews on tap at the club; just because she didn't and couldn't drink yet, doesn't mean she won't make a point of having a basic knowledge of what's served here! "Hmmm. Pretty sure we've got some Guinness on tap." Her pen scratches at the pad in her hand for a moment, the girl looking just about to turn towards the bar to get someone to take care of the beer. However, the Detective's question pauses her step, and she turns, smiling. "It's pretty relaxed here, long as we don't catch someone under 18 smoking."

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp nods and will smile. He lights the cigar and leans back putting his feet up against the table but not on it. It looks like the fellow is an honest to goodness Chimp, or a fully changed mutant.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon smiles and turns for a few minutes to get that beer ordered, and disappearing into the back area, where the kitchen and other necessary things might be found. The beer is first to arrive at the Detective's table; by the looks of it, it seems to be floating in the air on its own! The drink is accompanied by a husky, throaty laugh, and the light clicking of heels that cannot be seen. It seemed whoever the server was, their mutation was obvious in that, well... it wasn't visibly obvious. Or even visible at all. "Here ya go. Shannon oughta be back real soon with your appetizer combo."

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp nods, and actually nods in the direction of the invisible lady "Thanks Miss." His own senses sharper than more and paying attention to the area around him he can judge pretty well where she is." He will offer her a buck with one of his feet as a tip as he takes the beer with his hands.

Nightingale has posed:
     The invisible server, grins, plucking the bill deftly from the Detective's foot. "Thanks, you're a doll!" The clicking heels fade, and at least for a few minutes, the simian patron is left to enjoy his drink and his smoke in peace.

     Appetizers, however, don't take much to put together, and soon enough, Shannon is returning with a tray balanced in one hand. The combination of the day seems to be tex-mex stuffed potato skins, fried mozzarella sticks, and onion rings, each of which is set down within easy reach of the Detective. "Careful, all just out of the oven and the fryer."

     One patron, a bit in their cups, seems to think her wings would make a tempting target for wandering hands--and so would she. She swats the grabby hands away and sidesteps the poor inebriated soul, doing her best to not make a fuss.

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp nods a bit and says "Thank ya miss." He notices the fellow getting handsy and says "Jackass keep ya hands to yourself, the girl is a minor, and you would hate to see how chimp fight. He puffs a up a bit and gives the drunk the cold stare.

Nightingale has posed:
     Said jackass doesn't take a hint very well, the chimp's words not registering in his inebriated state.

     He also does not count on the object of his interest curling her fingers around their wrist, digging her fingers into the space between the wrist bones, and twisting their arm behind their back. "Never mind how our guest fights," she warns, her voice taking on something of a chilly note. "You might want to worry more about -me-."

     Message received. She lets go of the handsy individual, and they beat a quick retreat, with their tail literally between their legs. She smiles at the Detective, brushing her hand off on her slacks. "Sorry you had to see that. That was real kind of you stepping up. Thank you."

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp looks over the girl and says "That looked a bit more than normal self defense technique god to know you know how to take care of yourself Miss shannon

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon chuckles softly, ruffling her wings in something akin to a shrug. "Figured it couldn't hurt to learn a thing or two. Didn't want to hurt the guy, just scare the bejeebers out of him." A bit more than normal? That had her pursing her lips slightly. To her, it seemed normal enough--but then again, around here, normal was a relative thing! "It's good to know there's still folks out there that give a hoot, ya know?"

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp says, "Well I don't know if I fit quite in there, not sure most would count me as a folk, and not sure I give much of a hoot, but ya don't mess around with kids, thats just wrong.""

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just blinks at that, utterly confused. "Then that's their loss. They want to be bigots, that's fine, they can do it somewhere else." She'd been called a kid many a time, and perhaps to some that was still true. She chuckles softly, shaking her head. "A kid in numbers only," she offers, grinning lopsidedly. "Seventeen next month."

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp smirks a bit and says "Ah only 60 years younger than me." He will tell her "Think you might be a kid for a bit longer kid." He offers with a bit of a smile around the cigar.