1947/One Scotch, One Bourbon, One Beer

One Scotch, One Bourbon, One Beer
Date of Scene:	12 April 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Sublime, Grace Choi

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Sublime has posed:
    It's a Friday night, which means Chaney's is hopping, so to speak. Thank God it's Friday, and also, Thank God It's Happy Hour. There's a variety of patrons, some of which are already getting rowdy early. A pair of them already had to be cut off and removed when they got a bit beligerent, but they backed down quickly when you showed up. All in all, a normal Friday night.

    While most people are in groups, there are the usual singles or pairs, mostly regulars who come in to chat and wind down after the week. A few new people. One is a young blonde woman who's staked out one of the coveted small tables away from the bar, near the pool tables. She's been drinking like someone who really is trying to forget why she started, but she seems to be handling it thus far.

    What might be of more concern to your experienced eye is the quartet of mutants who are watching her, and have been since they came in. You don't know the deal, but you know rumor has it they're muscle for some fence, a big shot, who recently came down with a sudden case of burning to death in his house after falling on a full clip's worth of bullets...from his own piece, apparently. The leader of the group has an electrical power, you think.

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace leans against the support beam, one leg crossed behind herself, toe resting on the ground and knee bent. Her arms are folded over her chest, and the tattooed bouncer appears to be languide, relaxed. But then, she's practice at this job. She almost enjoys providing a /reason/ for people to act up, and act out. It helps filter the good people, from the bad.
    The regulars, certainly, know how Grace operates. They also know that they might be in for a bit of a show, but until that show happens? They're going about business as usual. Chaney's is like that, calm for a few days, a small storm, and then calm resumes. It's almost a regular cycle. That's why Grace gets paid so well.
    Her eyes scan the rest of the room, the pairings and tables. She nods to a few faimliar faces, even smiling fractionally at those she might be on more a friendly basis with. But out of the corner of her eye, she's watching the new group.

Sublime has posed:
    Rachel seems fairly oblivious to being watched...then again, they've managed to sit, either deliberately or by luck, in a place she can't see them easily. And she's not really moved from her spot for about and hour, apparently turning something over in her mind, and occasionally poking at a small tablet she has with her, scrolling. Reading, from the look of it. But she can only sit so long with as much as she's ingested without needing to...well, let some out.

    She pushes up to her feet, with that overly exaggerated way that someone who is drunk but is used to it and knowns how to adjust for it, stopping a passing waitress, apparently to let her know not to clear the table since she'll be back, then tucks the tablet down a pocket before heading down the hallway towards the restrooms.

    The leader of the four...he has some stupid ass name you can't remember, Shocker? Zap? Something like that...elbows one of his tablemates, then after a moment all four get up and starting heading towards the bathrooms as well.

Grace Choi has posed:
    Of course, Grace moves, after a few moments, too. But, she moves over towards the table nearest the restrooms, instead of seeming to follow the men, exactly, and waiting until all of their attention is vested in their destination so they don't feel they're being watched. Again, her mannerism suggests she's merely bored. "Hey, chica," she calls the the hispanic mutant, who is busy telling fortunes thanks to a fairly accurate pre-cognition gift. The woman smiles at Grace, nods, and says something conversational back, but then her eyes shoot towards the restroom. Grace gives the woman a knowing, sharp smile.
    Grace is giving them -just enough- rope to hang themselves with. But they're in her radar.

Sublime has posed:
    The mutant in question looks back to you, thoughful, then her brow furrows, before she nods at you slightly. Whatever she can see...she feels you've got it handled.
    Down the hall, you can see the blonde reach the bathroom, pausing to let out another woman as she heads back down the hall, then wobbles her way inside. Before the door can shut, one of the men is there, pulling it open as the other three charge inside, a startled cry cut off as the man slips inside to shut the door behind them.

Grace Choi has posed:
    Detaching herself from the precog woman, Grace moves down the hall quickly, smoothly. The door is pushed open. Hard. Very, very hard. Hard enough that, if someone were in the way, one of two things would happen -- either the man is going to go face-first further into the bathroom and possibly collide with the opposite wall or into someone else. Whatever is in the way, first.
    "Wrong area, boys," she calls, matter-of-factly. "You have about five seconds to leave. Otherwise, neither Chaney's, or I, am responsible for what happens next."
    Grace doesn't give second warnings, or chances. And, given how volitle metahumans can be? It's a policy that's rather encouraged by the owner.

Sublime has posed:
    There's a startled male grunt as the door slams into a heavy body, then a second grunt and thud as you're in time to see two of the mutants go into the ground, one careening into the other as they both sprawl on the road. It's immediately obvious that this is NOT some sort of sexual assault in progress, or kidnapping...but an attempt to outright do serious harm to the woman in question, who is pinned against the wall, jerking fitfully as electrical current runs through her body, held there by Shock or...whatever the hell his hame is! She seems to be unable to do much more than twitch, her eyes rolling back up in her head with what's happening to her.

    The Zapper looks back at you in suprise as you bust in, but doesn't look inclined to stop, saying in a raspy voice. "None of your business here...you just step out. You'll even get a tip...we'll clean up..." He jerks his head at the remaining man standing, who turns to step closer to you, eyes narrowing warily as the other two try to scramble back to their feet.. He looks like he might have some brawn, possibly mutant inspired, from the scaley armor at his neck and his wide barrel chest.

Grace Choi has posed:
    "Wow. You -really- have the 80's movie cliche's -down-," Grace conceeds, with a sudden sparkle in her eyes, and a sharp slash to her grin that goes beyond happy. She's not had a good fight in the last few days, and maybe Big & Scaley will provide that? Plus, it's been awhile since Chaney's bathroom got remodled.
    She grabs Scaley's arm, and hefts a hard punch into his gut, controlling her strength partially for him to -really- feel it, but not so much so that if she might, she doesn't kill him outright. That's not her style.
    Then, she throws the doubled over man into the other two, before they can get back up. "Remember what I said. I've got a witness you've been legally warned, and given the chance. Chaney's," says Grace, pulling the hand-dryer out of the wall, and -whipping- it at Zapper's head, "Is not liable for any damages you suffer."

Sublime has posed:
    Scaley woofs...he's definitely solid to hit, but still doubles over a bit, before you shove him into the other two who go down in a pile with another series of grunts. "GAh! "Get the fuck off me!" They're trying to pick themselves up still....more importantly, one is going for something under his coat.

    The thrown dryer goes spinnign through the air as The Staticker is forced to bring up his arms to guide his face, slamming back against the wall as the dryer slams into him. It produces a grunt, but when he lowers them he doesn't look like he's had the fight knocked out of him exactly. In fact, he looks like he took the hit like a champ. The blonde crumples behind him, twitching on the ground, then lies still, sprawled on the floor.

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace's intent was two-fold - one, get his attention on her, and off the girl, off or Rachel. And two, knock him out or hurt him. At least her primary goal was obtained. She rolls her shoulders, before kicking Scaley. -Hard-. In the ass, a little harder than she hit him in the gut. It'll send his head directly into the wall at a pretty heavy force, and keep him down even more.
    "See," Grace says, lowering her leg, "The difference between you and me is that you think your powers give you an ability to do whatever the hell you want. Me? I just like fighting people, and showing bullies how inept they really are. C'mon. Free shot."
    Grace splays her hands open wide, at either side. "Make it count. After that? I'm putting you in a wheelchair."

Sublime has posed:
    Scaley, for all his size, isn't exactly graceful, so he's barely got up on all fours when your kick sends him forward and his head through the wall with a CRUNCH of a wall stud breaking as well as the tinkle of shattered tiles, right through the new grafitti advertising just how you could call Lezi for a good time. He crumples at that, out of the count at the moment at least.

    Mr. Zaptastic shows teeth, electricity running over them. "...mistake." he spits. "Mess her up." The two on the floor come at you, the first one pulling what looks like a high tech flashlight, then flicks it on as it hums to life, before it telescopes out into a short round 'blade' that tapers to the thinner point at the end, then crackles to lift as yellowish energy runs over it.

    The other guy gets turned around so you can see him for the first time...has horns like a mountain goat. And attempts to use them as he charges head first, some power behind it as he throws himself at your solar plexus. He's had experience with fighting, you can tell.

    Meanwhile, Zapomatic is charging up his lazer...or something equivalent as he starts to pull electricity between his cupped hands.

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace is caught off guard by Goat Head. She's hit hard, in the solar plexus, and the man's strength drive her back into the wall with a whuff of breath of her own. The impact takes a bit of breath out of her. But, it really was a mistake. She -did- warn them.
    Grace's hands go immediately to the first thing she can grab. Which are Goat Head's horns. Her hands twist, hard. And, she snaps them both off, first one, then the other with a loud snap the echoes across the bathrooms walls. At the same time, her knee comes up into Goat Head's nose.
    "Not good enough," Grace says, the odd smile to her voice, the enjoyment and casual nature of the fight gone from her tone. Something has changed. Now? Grace isn't just being casual. Now, she's not being nice. Now, she means business. And nothing makes this more clear than when she drops the horns to the ceramic tiled floor.

Sublime has posed:
    The goat man rebounds, his arms trying to go around your midriff, before he lets out a bleating scream as you snap the horns off his skull, ripping at the skin around them as you toss them away. Then his head snaps back as he goes flying, his nose smashed to paste against his face as he gurgles, cluthing at it as he tumbles backwards, rolling back and forth on the floor in agony.
    The other two look a bit taken aback, but..you're now between them and the door, even if didn't still have business to finish. The one with the sparking 'sword' charges at you. No battle cry, just a brutally efficient attempt to drive it into your body, just to touch it long enough for it to discharge. Electropunk now has a ball of electricity in his hands, shifting a bit more towards the door, as if preparing to bolt through it...but not before he gets a clear shot at you with the ball of lightning.

    The girl just lies there. Her chest isn't moving at the moment.

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace sees the ball of lightning forming, as well as the sparking 'sword' coming at her. Then, suddenly she's moving faster than any person has a right to, and the other punks hand, holding that sparking sword is gripped at the wrist when Grace is no longer there. It's snapped, at a full 90 degree angle. He won't be using electro-swords with that hand in the near future. Then she spins him, directly into the ball of lightning that's aimed for her.
    It's best, afterall, to let an enemy take apart themselves. To let their strengths take apart anothers weakness. Let them fight for you.
    Still holding onto the other man, she shoves his head into the wall tile. Hard. Lets him drop to the floor.
    She takes one step towards Zapper. Then another. "You. Or your goons. Ever come back to Chaney's. Next time. I'll get rough." She says this with absolute sincerity. And absolute conviction. She may not be lying. It's easy to boast, to threaten, when you've already done some massive damage, afterall.
    Her height, too, gives her an advantage of reach. Distance. Her leg snaps out, kicking, hard, the man's kneecap. There is no softening of the blow. Her intent is to shatter that kneecap, entirely.
    Then Grace is moving to the girl on the floor, "Hey," she calls. "You okay?" She touches the woman's neck, to feel for a pulse.
    Dark eyes look to Zapper, as if to say, 'Go on. Try something else. Do it. I dare you.' while she checks to see if the girl on the floor is even alive.

Sublime has posed:
    The man howls out as his hand is snapped, the sword going spinning to the ground, humming still as it crackles and hisses, before the sound is cut off by his body meeting the electrical blast as he jerks, gurgling, smoke rising from his lips. The smash into the wall is really more an afterthought...he's well out by that point. That might have actually hurt.

    AS he crumples, Lighting Loser is glaring at you balefully, but just glances at his now unconscious and badly injured goons. "You don't..." he starts to say, before he screams out in agony as there's a wet *SNAP* of his knee giving, causing him to crumple against the wall, cursing.

    As you move to the girl...there's no pulse currently. He's stopped her heart. It's been maybe thirty seconds though...she can't be far gone.
    As you look back, The Lightning Limper is already heading out the door, abandoning his men as he bolts for the hall at the best limp he can manage.

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace grabs Zapper by the ankle, hauls him back. "Restart her heart. Now. Or, I can ensure you're a quadropelgic for the rest of your life. Believe me. I will. Try me. One step out of line? You're drinking your meals out of a straw after I crush your jaw. Now. Be nice. Restart her heart."
    Her other hand rests on the back of Zapper's neck, squeezing slightly, showing she has a -very- good grip on the man. Full control. "Now."

Sublime has posed:
    There's a howl of agony as you grab the ankle and he crumples to the ground, going white as his shattered kneecap hits the ground. He's unresisting as he's dragged back inside, then gripped by the back of the neck as he lets out a strangled, pain-filled gasp. "...an...an you'll let me go..." he rasps, trying to breath again over the pain.

Grace Choi has posed:
    "And you won't be put in a SHIELD prison for murder. Three," counts Grace. Her squeeze intensifies. There's a pause, "Better hurry." She then counts, "Two." A harder squeeze. The next one? His spine might shatter.

Sublime has posed:
    Dr. Zaps gurks. "Okay, okay!" he wheezes, then reachs out with a hand, planting it on Rachel's chest. After a moment there's a sharp spark and her body convulses, arching upwards. Then again, before she suddenly inhales sharply, coughing as she curls up on her side.

Grace Choi has posed:
    "Stay there. I'll be right back," Grace tells the girl. "You're safe." Holding Zapper by the scruff of his neck, and trabbing Goat Head as well, she makes the first trip through Chaney's literally dragging two of the the men out by the scruff of their necks. Each, at the door, gets literally thrown to the curb, carelessly.
    Grace ignores the looks from customers, some of whom are gaping, some of whom grinning. All of whom at least heard -part- of the scuffle. Another entrance into the women's bathroom, and the other two men are hauled out, and given similar treatment, though after these two are tossed out, Grace tells the bartender, "No cops. They won't be back." Of that, she's certain.
    "Tell Guido he'll need to come in the morning. Couple cracks int he walls, new hand dryer. No major repairs."
    Then she's moving back into the restroom, after grabbing a mug of coffee that the bartender has already set on the counter for her. This, she carries into the bathroom, moving over to where the girl is, "Feeling okay?"

Sublime has posed:
    The girl looks up a bit wideyed, having pushed herself up to a sitting position as you dispose of Bug Zapper and his pals, most of which don't resist, being unconscious. You can safely ignore the second yell of pain as their boss hits the pavement too. He'll live. Crippled, but he'll live.

    Her chest is rising and falling a bit quickly as she rests a hand against her chest, a vulnerable, scared look on her face as you come back. "...you...you stopped them?" she says, licking dry lips, her alcoholic haze nicely burned off by adrenaline.

Grace Choi has posed:
    "Yeah. Figure since they pay me to be a bouncer, here, I at least ought to work for it, you know?" Grace offers, with a mild sort of smile. No boasting, now. She offers the coffee to the girl, "Here. This will help."
    And, careless of where she's sitting - most people, afterall, don't willingly sit on a bathroom floor - Grace sits down by the girl. "I'm Grace," she offers, kindly. "You okay?"

Sublime has posed:
    She takes the cup in her shaking hands, just holding it for a moment, before she tips it back, taking a long gulp before lowering it again, then breathes out. "...fuck...yeah....feel itchy. Like pins and needles..." She looks over to you, her chest rising and falling more slowly as she calms a bit. "...I'm Rachel. Thanks Grace..." she says softly, her eyes flicking up to yours. "They woulda killed me..."

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace at least isn't so blunt, presently, as to tell Rachel the truth. Instead, she shakes her head, "Not in my damn bar. They're going to be leaving you alone, I think." Of course, there are still the discarded goat horns on the bathroom floor that Rachel's eyes will eventually go to. Not to mention the head-hole in the lower wall. "You must've really pissed them off," she mentions, as a simple observation.
    "Wouldn't worry about it, now. Zapper will be lucky if he walks right ever again. Pretty sure I shattered his kneecap." This is said casually, non-chalantly.
    She reaches over, to gently move some of Rachel's hair out of her face. "No rush to leave. We'll wait until you're ready."

Sublime has posed:
    The touch causes her breath to catch, her ice blue eyes finding yours as she stills a bit at the touch, her hair silky against your fingers. She breathes in and out softly, then says slowly. "Not in..a rush..." She breathes out again in a soft sound, looking down at her coffee with a faint flush, before she drains the rest of it in a long series of gulps, not seeming to mind the heat.

Grace Choi has posed:
    "Thing is, at Chaney's, while we have our rough-and-tumble crowd, and maybe even a few shady sorts, one thing that everyone likes is that fact it's - a place we can go without harassment. Without feeling different. Or awkward. Or that we have to hide. So."
    Grace pauses, drawing her hand back and shrugging, "Next time they try to show up in here? Most of -them- will get on their case. I won't have to. They don't want their sanctuary, their bar, closed down. And they won't risk assholes who can't keep their shit out on the street to themselves."
    She offers her hand to Rachel, then, "Welcome to Chaney's." She grins.

Sublime has posed:
    Rachel's lips twitch, then she takes your hand this time, her hand strong in yours. Good grip. Up close, she's got definite tone to her arms...and her midriff, to boot. "I'll remember that..." she says softly. "That means a lot, that it's...safe." She smiles a bit, then releases your hand, before she leans in towards you, slowly, letting you pull away if you want

    But if you don't...those arms slide around your neck loosely, before she tilts her chin up, impishly. "...my heroine." she says in a playful little murmur, before those soft sensuous lips find yours in a gentle kiss, her body molding up against yours lightly.

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace doesn't blush easily. Or much. But, she's never been called anyone's personal 'heroine' before, and so it catches her offguard. Her cheeks pinken slightly, and suddenly the ever-boisterous and very self-confident Grace Choi is effortly put off her game, even as those arms slide around her. The hug? Sure. She can take the hug. It's the words.
    And before she knows it, she's getting kissed. And she can't deny to herself that Rachel isn't pretty. So, she kisses the other girl back, lightly as well. She manages, "I'm no heroine. But, glad I could help." Her usual bluntness returning.

Sublime has posed:
    Those blue eyes have a twinkle of playfulness still as she shifts, not moving to remove her arms left. "Oh? Well then." she murmurs lazily. "I think I'll have to stay here at the bar, then." She leans in, peering at you. "...until you get to leave....and maybe follow you home, so I can take some time to. Convince. You." she whispers, little nips against your lips punctuating each pause.

Grace Choi has posed:
    Grace exhales out her nose in a small chortle. Then, she's lifting herself up to her feet, "I'll give you my number," she offers Rachel, amused, and likely at least a little interested. She offers the girl a lift up with her hand after she stands, "You should get some rest tonight, though. You've been through a lot." She means it. And, Grace is hardly one to take advantage of anyone in an emotional state. "But, you can stay 'till we close, if you want, sure."

Sublime has posed:
    Rachel smiles at that as you pull away, then takes the offered hand, pulling herself back up to her feet as she dusts at her rear a bit. Best not to think what she might have been sitting on, after all. "And a lady too..." she says teasingly, then smiles. "...alright. I'll rest. At the table. and if you get free...stop by." she says curiousity in her eyes as she looks up at you, not seeming to be put off at all by your height or build. She grins a bit at the tattoo near your belly and brushes it with her fingers. "We can compare tattoo stories, maybe." she says with another brief grin, then saunters past you, putting a bit more sway in her hips as she does.

Sublime has posed:
    It's another Saturday night, a few weeks since the two girls, well, fled the Academy. It's been one of those subjects that the two haven't gotten around to talking about really, Rachel because she's sort of said her piece (and is still feeling strange about how that ended and her confused feeling over the school from a little bit of mental prodding), and Kitty because...well, Rachel hasn't pushed her on it.

    Instead, the pair have distracted themselves by throwing themselves in to the club scene, specifically the Waystation, the floating mutant club that roams around the edges of Mutant Town. Its noise is kept quiet by the clever application of a mutant with sound damping abilities, and it manages to avoid getting caught with alcohol on the premises thanks to a bartender with a minor teleportation talent who can bring the booze in from outside the building. It's a constant rave, but the current location, a large warehouse, has other areas to the sides for people to sit and chat, mostly comfy if battered cushioned furniture, couchs, chairs, and the like, or even some small tables, along along the outer ring. The inner is reserved for the dance floor, with the DJ's dais in the center. The bar, such as it is, is up against the east wall and manned by a older if slightly grizzled looking mutant with a bandana.

    It's been a bit of time since Rachel and Kitty have ventured back here, for...reasons. But tonight, Rachel is tugging Kitty along as they approach the front door, slipping in through the quiet antechamber and then into the noise of the main room, before she looks back at her. "See, it's not too bad!" she says over the crowd noise to the shorter brunette.