13670/Another Lonely Night

Another Lonely Night
Date of Scene:	26 July 2021
Location:	Harry's Hideaway (Bar), Salem Centre
Synopsis:	Two men meet in a bar and strike up a possible friendship
Cast of Characters:	Cyclops, Quicksilver

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Cyclops has posed:
Scott Summers doesn't really go out-out most nights, but something compelled him to take a night out for himself. Go to Harry's, have a couple drinks. Forget that everyone who has made some sort of impact in your life have all but vanished from it just as easily. Currently, he's nursing a beer in the back corner of the bar, eyes hidden behind ruby-tinted glasses and he's wearing less than typical jeans and a tee shirt. It's almost like he doesn't want anyone to really recognize him at first glance.

Quicksilver has posed:
Though it could be said that Pietro goes out most nights, it's not really for pleasure. He goes out and he runs, and he makes his rounds about the city and the various suburbs. For tonight, he's already been running, and he's found himself at Harry's. It's not what he would consider a typical haunt for him. He steps up to the door before pulling it open and stepping inside. He wears a dark blue t-shirt, and a pair of black jeans and comfortable running shoes. Lifting his left hand, he lightly pulls his fingers through his white hair as he steps further within, heading towards the bar. The back corner of it, as fate would have it, simply by his own personal preference.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott Summers eyes the door as it opens and a white haired man steps in, wearing what seems like comfortable clothing and nice running shoes. Though as the man comes closer to the back corner of the bar, Scott sort of tenses and then tries to force himself to relax. People can sit where they want to, he can't and won't control such things. He does offer a smile to the man and lifts his bottle of beer in greeting, if Pietro even notices.

Quicksilver has posed:
There's a glance given to Scott, looking the fellow over briefly, and he offers a nod once he's come closer. Then he lifts a hand to gesture towards a near barstool. "You mind if I sit here?" Pietro asks, raising an eyebrow slightly. He's got an accent to his voice which might come across as sounding Russian or Hungarian. It isn't, but that's how it might sound. He fidgets a bit, with the fingers of one of his hands -- it's a normal and familiar habit for him, born of his impatience with the world in general. Then he offers his right hand. "Pietro," he says, giving a small nod.

Cyclops has posed:
"Free world, isn't it?" Scott offers and then gestures to the barstool. He recognizes the accent, that may or may not be, but he disregards it. There are several people at Xavier's with accents, so it's nothing he's not used to. As the man offers his name, Scott nods and almost gives a smile. "Scott. Pleasure." Is then offered before he takes a slow breath. The fidgeting is noticed too, and his head tilts in a curious notion. "Troubled?"

Quicksilver has posed:
"Well, last I checked, it is. Here, anyways. But it never hurts to ask, just to make sure it's not being saved for someone," Pietro comments, quirking a smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Scott," he adds, giving a nod. Then he reaches to the stool to pull it out and take a seat, one of his feet bobbing against a lower rung of the stool. He glances down at his fidgeting fingers, then back to the man, softly clearing his throat before giving a shake of his head. "Ah, no," he answers, quirking a bit of a wry grin and glancing briefly towards the barkeeper before looking back to Scott. "I just have patience issues," he comments. They're not an uncommon issue for speedsters, really. The world is slow.

Cyclops has posed:
"Ah, well the thought is appreciated." Scott offers to Pietro and then he smiles, sort of. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well." Watching the man as he sits, noting the feet, and the still fidgeting hands. The answer he hears about troubled being a no gains a nod from him. "I see. Patience issues can be a pain in the ass. I have them too, in certain ways. Likely nothing like yours..." This much more as he takes another drink from his beer. "So, Pietro, what brings you to the bar then?"

Quicksilver has posed:
Lightly, Pietro folds his forearms on the edge of the bar, letting his hands dangle. He minimizes his hand fidgeting to just toying with a ring that he wears on his right hand. He lifts one of his shoulders in a bit of a shrug at the comment, and then he turns slightly to face the fellow. "They can be, a lot of times," Pietro agrees, giving a nod. "Mine are... well... fairly constant." He gives a soft chuckle. "I figured that I would take a bit of a break in my run and come in for a drink," he comments. "What about you?" he asks, giving a slight nod.

Cyclops has posed:
"Ah, well... I don't normally get out, especially not on my own... but I've been working pretty hard and, needed to clear my head a bit." Scott offers. "Not to mention, I feel like I'm letting a lot of people down, and drowning that feeling seemed better than dwelling on it." He offers this much and then motions. "Anyway, your first drink is on me. Whatever you want. Just cause I feel like being a bit generous."

Quicksilver has posed:
"Everyone needs a break now and then," Pietro comments, a touch wryly. "And it can be rather good to take the time to get out and about. I'm sure that you're not letting people down, though responsibilities have a way of making it feel that way, sometimes," he muses, lifting one of his shoulders in a bit of a shrug. When the barkeeper comes down their way, Pietro orders a bottle of beer, then turns his attention back to Scott. "You don't have to be perfect to be a success. Thank you, for the drink. I'll have to return the favour at some point," he adds with a smile.