1826/13's a Lucky Number

13's a Lucky Number
Date of Scene:	05 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Molly Millions, Superboy, Feral

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Molly Millions has posed:
McAnally's bar. It's night, probably pushing nine or so. Early enough that teenager's aren't being sent to bed and food is being served, but dark enough that the less savory elements of Gotham are in full swing. In the bar infamous for it's theme of thirteen's, a fair crowd still linger over food and drinks. The place, of course, mostly draws a magical clientele, but in the case of the lean woman dressed in black seated at the bar... it's her sheer inability to detect anything magical that finds her obliviously nursing a whiskey on the rocks in the hub of it. She's mostly unnotable, if not for the silver lenses that cover her eyes.

Superboy has posed:
Neither Superboy or Conner visit Gotham often. Much less go into supernatural-themed pubs. But he was visiting a friend today and on the way back to New York he spotted Vanya.

He had not seen the woman since their misadventure in the Savage Land.

Which he is not sure he wants to remember! But what the hell, he has a couple hours to kill and he is every curious. Besides he should get some dinner. So he opens the door of the pub and looks around. A tall and imposing young man, who is not immediately recognizable as anyone because he is wearing jeans (not red) and a white T-shirt, no big red S on the chest, no leather jacket, which would look silly in the concrete-melting heat of August in Gotham.

Feral has posed:
Grumbling to herself as she passes the bouncer and heads to the bar, Vanya unzips her jacket a little lower and tugs uncomfortably at its hem. Even Gotham's bars have a dress code; no shirt, no shoes, no service, which is what finds the normally barefoot and loose-dressed brawler fully clothed.

A necklace of teeth and claws jingle in the open V of her top as she takes a seat at the bar and orders a pint. Those familiar will notice a new splash of ink on the were-woman's face; a black rune that runs all the way from her forehead down to her cheeks.

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly's head turns towards the door on habit as people enter, Vanya at least vaguely recognizable. She doesn't immediately say anything, but nods in acknowledgement. Unlike the last time Vanya would have seen her she's got both lenses again. From circuitry tattoo's to wife beater and jeans she's practically wearing the same outfit, even. The tall and imposing young man that comes in shortly behind her isn't recognized at all, nor acknowledged for all that the slight tilt of her head betrays she at least looked that way and noted him.

Superboy has posed:
Conner also notes Molly, whose mirror-covered eyes are certainly a rare sight, particularly in a place like this old-style pub. His curious glance, however, is something Molly probably receives from many mundane people.

It truth Conner is going straight to meet Vanya at the bar. "Hey, lady," he greets, offering a faint smile. "Had not seen you in a while. Have you moved to Gotham?" He asks, mostly to start some small talk. In truth he never asked if Rose had found Vanya in New York or somewhere else.

Feral has posed:
Vanya turns and raises a curious eyebrow above the rim of her yellow lenses as her nostrils flare instinctively. The surprised werewoman nods back only to have her own attention grabbed as she look up at a familiar dark-haired young man. "Hmm? What the chorta are you doing here, fly-boy? I didn't think you were old enough to drink."

Molly Millions has posed:
The exchange between the pair definitely draws Molly's attention back, collecting her whiskey from the bar for a drink and choosing not to interrupt the pair immediately in favor of listening. Listening without even the pretense that she's not paying attention, either. To judge from the bodylanguage in the way she turns on her stool or the foot she plants on the railing of the one next to it. That Vanya knows him warrants him a second look, apparently. For all that the lean woman remains silent for now.

Superboy has posed:
"I came for the sandwiches," replies Conner, eyes narrowing at the quip about his age. He can drink anything he likes... if he flies to Mexico, or Europe. Not that alcohol does much to his hybrid metabolism, but he does it because he can do it.

So yeah, he is asking the bartender for a sandwich and the lemonade, or whatever.

Feral has posed:
"You chose a poor place for sandwiches," Vanya cracks with a gamely grin as she rests her elbow on the bar and leans lazily against it. "Are you sure that lemonade won't be too strong for you?"

With her lenses only yellow-tinted, the werewoman's eyes are visible as they flit from Conner back to the circuit-branded woman a couple stools down. Vanya noticed.

Molly Millions has posed:
"I don't know... I've been told the steak sandwiches are pretty good." Molly elects to opine, aware enough that she's been noted given the lazy way she raises her whiskey,"Haven't tried them yet myself, though." she offers with a faint ghost of a smile,"We've met before, haven't we? Briefly at least." she doesn't elect to say where, just to be on the safe side.

Feral has posed:
Vanya's grin grows into a knowing smirk that shows a pointed canine. "Briefly. What was your name again?"

Molly Millions has posed:
"Molly. This someone new?" the woman so named enquires as her attention shifts Superboy's way assessingly,"Looks like he could hold his own at least." there's a dip of her head towards the bar,"Buy you a drink?" she offers,"For such a big place, Gotham's lousy with familiar faces I'm finding lately."

Feral has posed:
"Vanya," the brawler offers back as she glances back to Conner. "He'd put you in the ground about as fast as I would."

"It's your fault for coming to a bar. Normally the men offer me that," Vanya chuckles easily. "Konechno, I don't turn down a free drink."

Superboy has posed:
Conner doesn't believe Vanya comment about the sandwiches here. He has super-senses and they smell great. It is not as if he could get food poisoning anyway. But there is a argument chat with Mac, the bartender, about how many extra stuff he can put into the sandwich that keeps him busy a few minutes.

Then he turns to Vandy. "Look, they put lemon ice-cubes in the lemonade. That shows they care, uh?" He grins at Molly. "Conner, I have been in a couple... scuffles with Vanya. We have common friends."

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly's lips quirk briefly, either she's aware of that particular truth, or she doesn't have the ego to refute it in favor of simply remarking neutrally,"Is that so? I'll keep that in mind." she doesn't elect to interrupt Conner's argument with Mac but instead lazily moves her foot from the railing of the next stool to drawl at Vanya drily,"It's a drink, not a date. Beats drinking alone. Usually."

An up-nod for Conner,"Conner." she acknowledges,"That's about the way it seems to go around here. Nice to meet you. You going to tomorrow's event?" the roll of her head in Vanya's direction suggests it's directed to Vanya, but that she asks in his hearing Conner's probably included in that.

Feral has posed:
"I should be," Vanya considers as she rolls out her shoulder, remembering an old injury from her last round. "Besides I could use a little more money. Most of my drinks aren't free." Her yellow-tinted eyes reflect off Molly's lenses as she tosses the question back. "You?"

Superboy has posed:
"What event is this?" Asks Conner, curious as always. Ah, you shouldn't talk about the Fight Club or something. Tsk. No respect for the classic rules. "But if there us money and Vanya involved, maybe you shouldn't tell me."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Wouldn't miss it. The last one was rigged, though." Molly offers as she raises her glass in Mac's direction in silent request for his presence so she can order another and adds,"And whatever she wants, too." there's a brief tilt of her head in Conner's direction before settling on Vanya,"The timing was pretty good, but Bronze Tiger didn't win that one on his own." she grunts. In Molly's world, those kind of places aren't even illegal, so the first rule's never applied in her experience,"So I'm interested to see how tomorrow goes." there's a brief furrow of her brows at Conner regarding don't tell him, but the laconic way she brushes a hand through her hair she probably doesn't consider it too much.

Feral has posed:
Vanya snorts derisively as her pint arrives and waits to answer until after she's had a hearty drink of the dark brew. A little foam sticks to her lip until the were-woman wipes it off on her forearm. "Uh-huh. Happens all the time," she dismisses. "Don't drink the water or booze until after you're done."

The brawler looks back at Conner and chuckles. "Nothing you need to worry about, pioneer. Just a good way to lose clothes and make money doing it."

Superboy has posed:
It sounded as if they were talking about fights when Vanya brings in clothes. Now Conner's mind is wandering through some strange areas. "You are always losing yours," he quips. Just an observation. Hey, no judging!

"Anyway, doesn't seems my kind of evening fun." He adds, "plus I am pretty sure I'm going to be busy tomorrow evening."

Molly Millions has posed:
There's a grimace from Molly with a slight shake of her head,"I don't. Still doesn't make that kind of cheating right. Granted, never been in a circuit with this many weird rules before, either. So." she manages to, narrowly, avoid choking on her whiskey for Conner's quip, falling silent to make sure she actually swallows it down the correct hole.

"Thought you said you'd been in a few scuffles and have some common friends.." she elects to repeat, from the faint curl of amusement to her lips, unpreturbed one way or another.

Feral has posed:
"They get in the way. It's not my fault this place has a dress code," Vanya complains, lifting a leg out from under the bar to prove that yes, she really is dressed the whole way down. "And in this heat... summer this far north is supposed to be cool."

"Some, but I don't think this yuk has the same idea of fun," she clarifies to Molly before glancing back to Conner with a smirk. "You must like that it's summer time on the beaches."

Superboy has posed:
Conner nods, "sure. Adventuring around the world, treasure hunting, that kind of thing." Lets not call it 'harebrained schemes to get rich' which is closer to the truth. "It included wrestling dinosaurs last time," he adds, because that one is never going to get old.

Then to Vanya. "I lived in Hawaii, of course I like the beaches."

Feral has posed:
"I mean the swimsuits," Vanya teases. Yes, she's bringing that up again.

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly can't help but chuckle at that,"'s not that bad. Better than the domes by far. And that's a pity..." the second with regard to Conner's idea of fun,"...treasure... hunting? And.... dinosaurs? Did I miss something... aren't they... extinct?" behind her lenses she's looking up on the internet. Yes. Extinct. Sort of? Kind of. Something. There's a furrow of her brow as she further has to track down that Jurassic Park is definitely not a documentary... the result being she winds up frowning at thin air for a few moments at least.

Superboy has posed:
"Apparently they are still alive in a crazy jungle in the Antarctic," comments Conner. "Pretty weird place. I think aliens built it," that is his pet, and completely made up theory. Maybe it was made by wizards. There are possibly some rumors in the Internet about this 'Savage Land', too.

"Oh, my sandwich is here," and it looks delicious. In your face, Vanya. He shuts up for munching.