3786/Beer and Pretzels

Beer and Pretzels
Date of Scene:	01 February 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Green Lantern (Rayner), Green Lantern (Jordan), Power Girl, Sabretooth, Redstar

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Green Lantern (Rayner) has posed:
    Luke's bar is not the most glamorous bar in new York. harlem is gentrifying, but there are still beer joints in it. Kyle texted Hal, let him know that Jade was taking a job in Paris for awhile, but he was staying in New York, and that he was going to go get drunk, so not to anticipate a battle buddy. It was less a cry for help than a good battle buddy trying to make sure he didn't let anyone down.

    Beer #3. Kyle is sitting next to a guy with toilet paper shoved up his nose. Kyle has skinned knuckles. They are drinking. Bill Withers is singing on the juke box. Ain't no Sunshine. The bigger man finishes his drink, gives Kyle a look. "Look man, I'm sorry I dissed your song choice, but it's bringing me down." he smacks Kyle on the shoulder a solid one, and sways his way towards the door. Kyle grunts. "Sorry about your nose, man."

    The big man grunts. "We cool." Kyle shakes his head, and rests his knuckles against his beer to cool them.

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    Hal Jordan was responding to the text Kyle had sent him. Hal was dressed in his normal, every day clothes. His blue jeans, white t-shirt, and leather boots were clean and tight, showing off his muscles. His brown leather "bomber" jacket had a name tag "Jordan" on the right of his chest, and the patches were of when he was a fighter pilot, a couple of years ago.

    Jordan's eyes scan the bar, looking for the bar tender, and making sure there were no surprises. With a smile, and a nod, Hal moves into the bar, and heads towards the bar. This was a place he had heard of, but never visited. Hopefully, they had some good brew.

    Looking over at Kyle, and seeing the predicament, Hal walks over with a smile, and says, "Sorry I'm late. Girl troubles." Yeah, as in Star Sapphire troubles. "Mind if I join you?" Waving over at the bar, Hal orders 1, whatever was on tap.

Green Lantern (Rayner) has posed:
    "Hal Jordan. Living Legend." Kyle lifts his beer and gives a respectful nod. "This man doesn't pay while i'm still conscious." He assures the bartender, who simply nods. Beer is cold, and it isn't bad. It isn't fancy, but there are some good beers here local that it keeps on tap.

    Kyle looks over at Hal for a moment, then gives another respectful nod. "You're a good guy, Hal. Not as pretty as I am, but a good guy." His grin is small, but kyle leans against the bar. "Sorry you were having lady trouble. Mine just bailed to Paris. Modeling. I should be bragging.. I mean model? Girlfriend?" He lifts his beer. "You're going to have handle Alan if he comes looking for help. I didn't know it was possible for women to have commitment issues." he gives a little snerk at that. "So, there you go. I'm going to get a little drunk, and tomorrow, back to work." he lifts his beer, and says quietly, "To Alan Scott and his kids. They're good people." he'll get over it. He's already working on it. He's just a little sad.

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    Sitting down, Hal nods and says, "Thanks for the text Kyle. Hope you are okay?" Watching as the beer arrives, Hal looks up at the waitress with his devil-may-care expression, winks at her which brings a smile to her face, and says, "Thank you." Taking the beer, Hal takes a big pull, and sighs as he sets the mug down.

    "Living Legend may be a bit much..." Hal laughs, and runs with it, "Okay, I'll take it!" Hal shakes his head, and looks at Kyle. "I see you are ahead of me. And for the record, I am better looking." Hal shakes his head once more, and takes another drink. "To Alan and his kids." Hal smiles. "Maybe I need to take you home, kid?"

Green Lantern (Rayner) has posed:
    "I have it on very good authority I am still the prettiest."Kyle says with a laugh. He gives the older man a little shake of his head. He taps something hanging from a chain. "I have a designated driver with very explicit instructions. Have a drink, take a load off." kyle pushes a hand through his hair. "I should be mad. I'm not. I just thoughtâ¦" he just thought she wanted more than a good time. 'Well. I misread the situation."

    This is a man trying very hard to be an adult about getting his heart ripped out and stomped on by a foot in very nice heels. Kyle gives a small, ironic smile. "I can afford a better place, but she was like a muse. I have got videos ready to go for the next couple of months. I have never been successful professionally before. I hope i keep that much. You know? I mean, I can't find a boss like yours that can forgive a couple of weeks off." freelance art can be cut-throat. "I was starting to get used to not having to take commissions to draw someone's Dungeon & Dragons character, you know?" he knocks back a slug off beer. "But then, not a lot of guys can do what you can do."

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    "Huh." Hal grunts, non-commitally. "You keep thinking that kid." Hal says with a laugh, followed by a drink of his beer. Floping his right arm over the empty chair next to him, Hal relaxes, and takes it all in. "Relaxing and "taking a load off" is a good thing Kyle. We all need to let off some steam. S'why I came. Even I need to relax sometimes. And beer? Good choice."

    Hal takes another drink, and says, "So...a muse huh? You must have sunk your heart into this one, kid. That's okay, I can understand that." Hal pauses, listening to Kyle. "We all have our crosses to bare, I get that." Hal blinks at the D&D comment. "You are right. Not a lot of people can do what WE do Kyle." Hal says, tossing it back at him. "It's okay to blow off steam. No worries."

Power Girl has posed:
    There is the noise of combat, coming from outside. It might be alarming, admittedly, for the people inside the bar, if it weren't that it doesn't last particularly long. The sound of shots, the noise of flesh hitting flesh so hard and quickly that it's clearly some level of super-powered individual on both sides, more shots... And then a loud, but familiar, "And -STAY- down!" followed by the sound of concrete rippling and breaking from an impact.

    It's only moments later before the sound of sirens erupts through the city streets, and unceremoniously, through the door of Luke's, amidst the noise of sirens and lights of police cruisers and wagons, walks a disheveled Power Girl. Her hair is still perfect, but her skin has the telltale smears of ash and dust, her uniform is ripped in a few places, and without a word or a noise, she just makes her way to the bar, and holds up a finger. She might be asking for a beer, or a shot, or something even more aggressive, but she's asking for... One, of something.

    The two Green Lanterns are having a friendly drink-night in one mood or another. Power Girl was apparently busy getting hit by a surface to air missile, or three, by the looks of it.

Green Lantern (Rayner) has posed:
    "that means a lot, Hal. I've gotten over my stage fright there. I know I am good, in that. I want to be the guy that in a few more years, well, its living legends Jordan and Rayner. I'm putting in the work on that. I tried to help Cruz out. She has potential.--"

    he starts to stand as first he hears the trouble outside, then it stops. He frowns and then in walks Power Girl.

    After getting his eyes back from one particular tear in the outfit, Kyle says, "Put her beer on my tab too. At least the first one."

    Bartender counters, "you can buy her second one, man. I got her first." Kyle chuckles at that, and sits back down. He shrugs at Hal. "It's the paying the bills job that is the problem. It's the part I have to hustle. I'm alright, and I'll be allright. I just⦠i was this close to having my act together. I had the job, I had the other job, I had the girl⦠now, well, I need to re-evaluate." he looks down the bar. He looks at Hal. "So?" He takes a drink. "You sure that you are prettier than me?"

    This could be a bad idea. 

Sabretooth has posed:
When he wants to be, Vic Creed blends in beautifully with the landscape. It's the military stealth training. To simply occupy a shadow in the back with two other similarly unsavory types, the position and setting of the booth making his big size unimportant. It isn't the size, it's how you use it: or don't use it, in this case. Even so, now and then his feral eyes will reflect unnaturally as he keeps a tight monitor on what is going on within the bar.

Creed isn't really doing anything in particular, beyond relaxing, and waiting. To a sharp eye he's an obvious mutant: the big talons alone do it, even if he isn't bearing his teeth right now. Something or someone is late, and yes, Creed's getting grumpy about it, but still, he can be reasonably patient. Besides, this place is slowly becoming covered in more and more capes. Which makes his posture more arrogant, he stretches his back and rests an arm along the back of the chair next to him, observational. His 'friends' look more upset than he does, and lean together to talk very quietly about 'rescheduling the meeting.'

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    Taking another drink, Hal tries to ignore the sounds coming from outside. After all, today, he was relaxing! No sirens, no police, no bad guys, only being here for Kyle, who obviously needed a friend right now. Readying his willpower just in case...until Power Girl arrives! "Phew." Hal says, as he regards PG with an appraising air. As a comrade in arms of course, nothing else. Was that a slight blush seeping under Jordan's perfect hair cut?

    Shaking himself back to the conversation, Hal smiles, and says, "Yeah Kyle. I heard you were helping the rookie out. I think that would help you both. Cruz is difficult, but I think she'll be worth the effort! Might take Kilowog's place someday, if you aren't careful!"

    Hal takes another drink, and pauses before answering Kyle's latest. And his offer to buy PG's drink. Waving her over, Hal returns to Kyle's comments. "I can understand that. There was a few years that I was...scraping for a few dollars. Hang in there though, it will all work out. If only they paid us for our hero work! And yes, I'm "prettier" than you!" Hal laughs.

    At this point, Hal's eyes move over Creed, but doesn't recognize him. Not yet.

Power Girl has posed:
    Power Girl receives a beer, with the possibility of buying another, and she's not about to refuse. Admittedly, she's the most wealthy of anyone present, but turning down free beer is not a practice she's going to start in, especially after what just happened. The staring and the blushing and the regarding is mostly ignored- any looks she gets can be played off, but it's a little dangerous to identities for her to actually give a nod to anyone she knows, for now.

    The first mug she receives doesn't last. She plucks it up in one hand, and tips it against her face, practically practiced in the way that she drains the glass tankard over the space of maybe five, ten seconds at most. Sliding it back across the bar, she takes a calming breath... Before requesting another with a single polite finger. She has yet to say a word.

Redstar has posed:
The disruption outside means that Starr had to wait a few minutes before entering the bar. Normally she wasn't so bold, but there was something...someone in there she needed to talk to. Okay, talk was a strong word. More like bully into telling her things. So this may not be the first time a demon has strolled into a bar, but probably the first time one has into a bar filled with capes.

The normals in the bar go quiet and stare as her eyes sweep the room. She walks slowly inside, her wings pulled tightly against her back, lips pursed. One man by the door drops his drink and bolts out behind her once she steps past. It only makes her smirk in amusement.

There is an aura around her, uncomfortable and dark, but she has no interest in the people at the bar. Her eyes are on a booth in the back. One of the men sitting next to Victor goes quiet, eyes widening as he sees Starr enter. "Fuck, I need to go," He says, pushing against his companion to get out of the booth.

Green Lantern (Rayner) has posed:
    "You know her? Of course you know her." Kyle rolls his eyes. His gaze drifts over Creed, but there is not an iota of recognition. He's been looking outward more than inward at threats of late. He gives Power Girl a nod. He doesn't blush, at least not yet. He does finish his beer, and visibly considers. "One more." he decides, as he tells the bartender, "then cut me off."

    Bartender seems down for that, and settles Power Girl, Kyle, and Hal, should he want another one up, before hustling down to take care of creed.

    Leaning against the bar, Kyle simply nods. "Uh, no. Never. I will do my best to help her out though. We gotta stick together, but I would prefer to let him keep on keeping on. I like this place." he knocks back a slug of beer, and looks back at the slight commotion. He gives a sigh. "This is normally a much more sedate place.' he grumbles. Bartender looks worried, then seems to remember Power Girl is here, and looks far less worried.

Sabretooth has posed:
"No," Victor says simply to the man that's attempting to bolt, hand at the back of his chair rotating to prod his back very sharply. No, sit right there, the claws very close to the spine say. Much healthier to not make a scene and just sit in the damn chair.

"Your ass stays in that chair," Creed informs the man in a very low, quiet tone. It's threatening but on in terms of the same way somebody would tell someone to wait for their lawyer before talking to the cops. Victor does eye this new arrival of Starr, examining the scent coming in off of her, expression distant but judgmental. But most of his attention is on the people directly obviously hero-meddlesome-types.

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    "Lots going on..." Hal says, taking his eyes from Power Girl, and returning them to Kyle. His eyes then move back to a slight commotion as Starr enters, and a man sitting next to Creed gets up. Not his problem, Hal tries to relax, but when you are a Green Lantern, that is ALWAYS hard to do.

    "Of course I know her, Kyle." Hal chuckles, but not loud enough to upset his friend. Hal nods as the bartender gives him a look. "Look, Kyle. You need to go easy. Things will work out. I promise." Hal smiles, and takes a last drink from his mug.

    "Yeah. You are right about one thing though. This place is usually a lot more quiet." Hal shivers slightly, his instincts kicking in. "JUst a quiet night..." He says to himself, as though he could will it into being.

Power Girl has posed:
    The second beer, when it arrives, fares only moderately better, lasting longer and taken in halves, with a breath in between. Seems she knows how to put it away both all at once, and in stages. The second half of the beer, though, is what she's in the middle of when Starr enters. Peej had ignored the presence of three more shady civilians at a slightly-shady bar in New York, but the addition of a succubus is difficult to ignore.

    It goes to show how much respect for the personal lives and time of her compatriots that she feels somewhat responsible- after all, she herself is quite literally the only "cape" present, as she's the only one dressed for the part. She can't help but overhear, then, the conversation at the back table, and for the first few seconds she remains completely silent.

    The only sign that she even knows what's going on is that after she finishes her beer, she offers this bothered sigh. The job is never over, it seems, but she isn't making a move just yet, despite the rise in tension in the room.

Redstar has posed:
"Yes, sit, please," Starr says as she grabs a chair from a nearby table. She flips it around and sits at the table where Victor and his friends perch. A smile that is not at all friendly is focused on the obviously frightened man. Then her eyes slide over her companions with curiousity.

Black eyes narrows slightly as she takes in Victor Creed but the smile doesn't fade. Slowly she licks her lips before looking back to the man who doesn't want to be there now. "Pardon me for interrupting your boy time, but this guy here and I need to talk business," The ways she says the word business makes him squirm.

"I can't tell you anything!" He says with a sneer before taking a very long drink of his beer. Starr just chuckles and sits up a bit as she flutters her wings behind her. The man coils back into the booth and she shows sharp teeth in a grin at him.

Sabretooth has posed:
Wow! Whatever this is has absolutely nothing to do with him. And that... means this suddenly is fun.

Victor actually suddenly laughs, and gestures openly with a broad hand between the two of them. Sort of like 'yeah, help yourself then' is given to the woman with the demonic features, carelessly by Creed. He is by no means demonic, more of a feral creature, but isn't behaving territorial at this point. The man isn't 'his', why would he care, really?

Green Lantern (Rayner) has posed:
    He keeps seeing things out of the corner of his eye. Just a flutter, a squirm. Some stuff that isn't sitting right. His green eyes seek out Hal's. He just gives a little nod at that. "If I see a boxing glove, I might throw up." he playfully teases the older man. He slowly pans his ever-so-slightly blurred vision over to Power Girl and lifts his eyebrows slowly. He simply nods.
    "Seriously." he adds to Hal. He gives a long, slow, quiet sigh as he pushes the beer away from him in a resigned manner.  He quietly reminds himself. "Still the prettiest." His shoulders slowly ease up from relaxed to their full width and his left hand slides up into his hair. "I've got better than a third, and I'm at ⦠call it 50 percent." he cryptically tells the other Lantern his charge and his mental capacity. "I'll be good to go." he adds, less cryptically, as he agrees with Hal. "and everything will be all right. I just need to find an employer as understanding as yours, and everything will be green." Kyle reaches over to pop a pretzel into his mouth and give it a chew.

Green Lantern (Jordan) has posed:
    Trying to ignore the drama at the table with Starr and Creed, Hal looks over at PG, waves to her, smiles, winks, and says to Kyle. "Um. Yeah, I'll try not to bring out the green boxing gloves." Hal shakes his head. "Everything will work out my friend." Hal stands up, and adds, "First, before we find you a great boss, we need to get you home! I think you might have had one too many."

    Hal chuckles. "C'mon kid, let's go." Looking over at PG, Hal says, "Hey, hero, a little help? I need to take this young man home. Girl problems. You know how it is." Hal moves to help Kyle up. "You ready?"

Power Girl has posed:
    Power Girl nods back to Hal, offering this little half-salute to the man as she slides the empty glass back across to the Bartender. She then rests her cheek on her fist, her attention clearly shifting to the back of the room, the booth containing Starr's target, and not-quite-containing Starr. She almost looks dejected for a moment, as she starts muttering to herself. "Yeah, no, just disregard me. Go ahead and get right into your intimidation shtick, it's cool."

    There's another sigh, then, as she picks her face up and runs her hands over her features, while Kyle and Hal seem to get ready to depart. "Yeah, it's been a while since I've had girl problems. I'm sure he'll be fine, looks like he's got a spine. Everything here'll be okay." she states, nodding lightly towards the door, and standing up out of her seat at the bar.

    Tonight is probably not going to be a good night for, well, anyone. Except Kyle.

Green Lantern (Rayner) has posed:
Part of him thinks he should whip out the ring and regulate. Hal seems to be against it. Kyle pays, and tips. He gives Hal a look, then nods. "Yeah. I'm good. We should totally do this more often. It is not like I have anything else to do socially anymore." He makes the joke, mostly to let Hal know he'll be okay. "I might pee in her rubber tree pot though." He admits. Stay classy, Rayner.

Redstar has posed:
Starr leans forward and grabs the mans stained tie, pulling him towards her. A predators smile on her lips as she looks him over. He is trying to be brave, but he is clearly worried. "Oh sweety, you will one way or another. Tonight, tomorrow...I've got your scent now," Starr purrs with a smile, reaching up to stroke his cheek with a finger. "So...I can just send you back home, or you can tell me things. And I'm pretty sure you're enjoying your," She glances at the table and picks up his drink, before taking a sip.

"Oh...really? You're -trying- to torture yourself? Southern Comfort and coke?" Starr makes a face and sets the glass back down, smacking her mouth in distaste. "Maybe you're not worth my time after all," She says and releases the tie. He goes sitting back fast looking a mix of upset and scared.

"You can't send me back!" He doesn't sound so sure...

Sabretooth has posed:
Wait. Maybe not as fun after all. Kind of like walking into a room and the plot of the movie makes absolutely no sense. And clearly his meeting is absolutely not happening. What the hell is going on with this guy, well. There's Power Girl RIGHT THERE and Creed, incidentally, isn't angry enough to be stupid right now.

"This sounds like a YOU problem," Creed sneers at his terrified 'acquaintance', and stands up fully. Creed is really physically a tower, so standing up out of the dark patch he was sitting in is actually a show, and possibly distracting. Depending on how one looks at it, anyway. It appears he isn't getting involved, though, the claws are staying retracted. Well, not literally, but figuratively? Sure. The man at his left hurriedly pays money to the bartender: Creed didn't have anything, for some reason.

Redstar has posed:
Starr watches Victor leave and then stands and regrabs the mans tie. She walks towards the back and the bathrooms. Though the guy looks afraid he doesn't fight it, but he does look extremely worried. He eventually comes out looking a little stunned, and leaves as fast as he can. She follows only a few moments later looking smug and waves to the patrons as she exits the establishment. See? Nothing broken except spirit.