12372/Puss in boots

Puss in boots
Date of Scene:	22 October 2020
Location:	Birdland Jazz Club, Midtown
Synopsis:	When a wolf fails to ask the right questions, because a puss in boots does their best.
Cast of Characters:	Ivory, Bigby Wolf

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Ivory has posed:
    The Birdland features life music, and as such is a spot people flok to to listen. And Ivory likes jazz. Wearing a pair of white boots, the white haired one shakes their jacket as they get into the club, looking around for a free spot while they hoped to make the jacket less wet.

Bigby Wolf has posed:
And some just appreciate music that ain't set to a deafening volume. Jazz is definitely more relaxing than some sounds they call music in other clubs. Not that the lone man sitting at the bar seems very relaxed.

Bigby is sitting by himself at the bar, and for some reason, stools on each side are unoccupied. Actually, the only ones available. Wearing casual clothes, he keeps an eye around, nursing a double whisky.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory works their way to the bar, their steps picking up the rythm of the music as she moves to the bar. And after some moments, they arrive, bruhing through their hair, ruffling it a little around the area over their ears, where some cat-ears peaked through the white mane. "Can I have a guinness?" they asked the barkeep before eying the chairs. "And is that chair free, sir?"

Bigby Wolf has posed:
Not much goes unnoticed by Bigby, not even a split second gesture revealing the cat-ears. He raises an eyebrow, quickly assessing the woman, then nods.

"Sure," he replies in a low voice, "I didn't pay for mine."

With that, he positions himself facing the bar, glancing sideways at Ivory. "Are they prop?" he asks after a moment. Not that he really needs to ask the question, he senses already telling him that they are not fake but rather the result of some magical intervention.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory chuckles as they slip onto one of the chairs, giving him a wink accompanied with a flick of one of the ears. "Have you ever seen someone with real cat ears?" they ask, as if the answer was clear anyway.

Bigby Wolf has posed:
"I've seen a lot of things, trust me, miss."

Bigby returns to his drink, looking at it for a moment as if to decide between gulping it down and just make it last longer. He opts for the later and drinks some of it.

Although he's not quite talkative, Bigby tries his best to at least act in a civil manner. Or whatever idea of /civil/ he might have in mind.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory chuckles at the call that Bigby assumed they'd be a girl as they slipped the bartender a bill as they got their beer. "Sure, I have seen aliens fly and there had been a people on the news that throw cars through buildings. So why not a catboy?"

They chuckle as they claim their own gender, giving bigby a wink with another earflick in return. "Ivory Valentine, and you?"

Bigby Wolf has posed:
Hang around in Mutant Town and Hell's Kitchen, and then nothing will surprise you anymore. And he wasn't kidding about having seen a lot of things. Gender switching? Interesting. The ear flicking is not lost to him, but he doesn't mention it.

"Wolf," he says, "Bigby Wolf. Call me Bigby," he replies, offering the hint of a smile. He pauses, then asks, "You come here often?"

Ivory has posed:
"Bigby Wolf... Nice to meet you!" They answer with a smile and nod, offering a hand to shake as well. "Occasionally. You like jazz? or is it the company you're looking for? I mean, there's a lot of company you can get in different clubs, and often the music tells you how they swing. Jazz? Generally nice people."

Bigby Wolf has posed:
Bigby seems to hesitate for a split second, and then shakes Ivory's hand. Then he looks around, as if to consider if what Ivory said applies to the place. His gaze then returns on Ivory.

"I don't like music," he says after a moment, "But ye're right about the place, it looks decent. Jazz's much better than most /music/ we hear lately."
He doesn't mention company, seeking it, needing it, or just there for a drink.

"What about you? Looking for company?"

Ivory has posed:
    "Depends on what you like then, I guess. I heard there's a place in northern germany where some 80000 people pretty much do a yearly pilgrammage to to spend a week on muddy cow meadows just to listen to their music idols." Ivory doesn't mention what that place would be and what they idolize there, but instead stretches a little.

"Looking for a beer, some gun and caming music, Mr. Wolf. Have you planned halloween already? With your surname I bet you might make a splendid partner for someone in a red cape."

Bigby Wolf has posed:
Whatever Ivory says about Germans gathering somewhere to listen to their preferate singer leaves Bigby indifferent. But the part about Halloween and the allusion to Little Red Riding makes him cringe inwardly. Rather than answering right away, he gulps down his whisky and pushes his glass forward, marking his intention to get another one.

"I don't have time for Halloween," he finally replies. And then he grins, as he adds, "What about you? Plan on wearing a cat costume?"

Ivory has posed:
Ivory chuckles at the hint they might go as a cat. "Oh, maybe I go all Cats, maybe Puss in Boots, or I get a ton of hairdye and someone who is good at bodypainting... You know, there had been some photos of that striped avenger some time ago, maybe I attempt that. What's so wrong about halloween?"

Bigby Wolf has posed:
Bigby shrugs slightly at the question about Halloween. A double whisky is placed on the bar for him, and he proceeds to drink some of it. Turning to Ivory, he says.

"A lot of people aren't what they pretend to be," he explains, "Halloween is a day where there are just more of them."

Ivory has posed:
    "Maybe, but oothers go out on Halloween just like they are after hiding for all year. And for others? It's just another day." Ivory notes with a strangely solemn voice.

Bigby Wolf has posed:
Bigby offers a rare grin at that. She, he - they - are right.

"True, some people should definitly stay holed up until Halloween," he replies.

But that bring back Bigby's curiosity about what exactly Ivory is. He has a good idea, but nothing beats hearing it from the horse's mouth - or more accuratly in this case, from the cat's mouth.

"So where did you get your ears?"

Ivory has posed:
Ivory chuckles. "They hole themselves up for all year but for halloween because they are... how about swarms of nazi bees and at any other time even kids with hairdriers beat them up?"

    "Oh, those? Maine. Or do you mena houw?" Ivory notes, tapping the neckband that hugged their neck, the patterns on it gemetric.

Bigby Wolf has posed:
He doesn't have to lean closer or require more light to have a fairly good view of the neckband.

"Nice neckband," he says, nodding, "What's on it?

He drinks some more of the whisky, his hand instinctively reaching for his shirt pocket for the pack of cigarettes, but stops mid-way. Damn non-smoking bars. He'll have to leave soon to smoke freely.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory shrugs some "Just some pattern. It's just the answer to the more interesting question, though not the answer how to do it."

They wink again, lips curled. "Because it's not like I need it to do what I do."

Bigby Wolf has posed:
"And what do you do, exactly?" asks Bigby right away, raising an eyebrow.

He finishes his whisky, but won't leave before hearing Ivory about their abilities. Cigarette can wait a few minutes.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory laughtes almost loud as they take a sip from their beer. "Design clothes and make people's heads spin as they try to figure out what is going on in the head of this catperson I am."