3811/Some Men really are Pigs

Some Men really are Pigs
Date of Scene:	06 February 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Circe, Human Torch, Ares, Redstar

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Circe has posed:
    Josie's is a bar that is trying to rise above its location. This is not a great neighborhood, but if one were an immortal Goddess-Queen for a couple of millennia, it is exactly the sort of place to learn what common people are like in the 21st century. Those far? Unimpressed.

    Right now, it is a little slow. The gorgeous redhead is leaning over the bar, idly cleaning the top while a drunken idiot awkwardly flirts with her and stares down her rather revealing top. She pretends not to notice, even as she gives a soft sigh and a little too-casually pulls the top up a little. "Yeah." She says in a low, almost purring voice, "People don't ever change."

    She moves out from behind the bar as a man waves her over towards him. Her heeled boots clicking on the floor. The drunken idiot behind the bar unsubtly stares at her blue jean clad derriere as she comes out from behind the bar to get the more polite man another beer.

    The look on her face suggests that she is finding this new humanity to be pretty much exactly the old humanity.

Human Torch has posed:
Johnny Storm pushes the door in does a dramatic pause just at the front of the door. He looks around and shrugging he heads towards the bar.

He takes off his jacket and drapes it over the barstool before sitting and just setting down an twenty on the bar. Grabbing his phone he takes a quick selfie then starts to do some other things on his phone.

Ares has posed:
After Ares had walked his son home and made sure he was well and sleeping, he decides to head for the bar. Knowing full well that no sane person would ever even THINK about touching his kid.

Imagine his surprise when he finds Circe working behind the counter! The God of War offers her a big smile as he approaches. He wears a black Trench Coat with a black longsleeve shirt that is loose and -quite- European in design, black pants and combat boots. Fingerless gloves are worn on his hands and a little Greek Fisherman's cap is worn on his head.

Strangely enough, his beard has grown out a little bit to give him a more professional...and intimidating...look in casual wear.

"Well, well, well...someone finally took my suggestion?" he smiles then, looking at the drunk fellow. "Hey." before looking back to Circe, a small flirtation in his own eyes but he's not nearly as obvious as the man in his drunken stupor.

"How's business?"

Circe has posed:
    "You never were a fool, John. Mistaken, perhaps." 'Cheri' considers her words, and her smile crosses her delicate features, "Well, sometimes a fool. You outgrew it. You had a point about trying to know more about people though. This seems a good enough place to start." She settles back behind the bar. "Blondie? What can I get for you?" she makes a face at the phone.

    She adds to Ares, "Going by Cheri. Apparently, Cerise is too hard a name for folks." She rolls her luminous eyes, and asks John, 'What will you have?" She meanwhile pours a beer. The guy at the bar is so wrapped up in her, he watches her pull the tap with a little too much enthusiasm. She draws in a deep breath. "Men are pigs." She growls under her breath.

    John's beer is unasked for, but it is also free. The benefit of a few thousand years of shared experiences.

    "What could be on that little box that is more interesting than me, huh?" She asks Johnny, and leans on the bar with a well-practiced sultry pout. She tilts an eyebrow and looks over at 'John'. "I must be losing my touch.' She deadpans, but her town is a little unsettling.

Human Torch has posed:
Johnny Storm doesn't even look up, Socail Media. I gotta get an update in for my followers. I have like a ton," he tapping still. WHen he finishes his puts the phone away and looks up. A slight pause then,

"Can you make a Mai Tai?"

Ares has posed:
John Aaron nods softly to Cheri with a soft chuckle. "Gotta say, it fits you." he chuckles faintly. "Well....most men are pigs...much like this drunken moron." he mutters a small spell under his breath to put the man to sleep. Don't want him to keep being trouble.

Then a look to Mr. Storm. "Hey there." he gives a little nod of his head in normal greeting before his attention falls onto 'Cheri'. the beer being smiled upon as she knows exactly what he wants. a small lift of the drink to her in appreciation as he takes a hearty swig.

"Possibly." he winks then at her possibly losing her touch. "But we should catch up. It's been awhile. well, shorter than normal..but awhile nonetheless."

Circe has posed:
    The sigh is soft. "So being 'followed' by a number of people you never met, who have never met you and almost certainly never will is some sort of status? Whatever just happened to having a lot of money?" She regards him for a moment. "I'll make a mai tai." She can make a pretty mean one at that. After she kidnapped the previous bartender, and forced her to teach her how to make all sort of things. It's okay, she made a wonderful doggie!

    Mai tai will be just a little on the strong side. Not too strong, but definitely not skimped at all on the alcohol. As she works, she is very precise. She balances and pours with aplomb. Her gestures deft. She lays down a napkin, then the drink, then tosses a little paper and toothpick umbrella into the drink. "Start a tab?" she purrs at Johnny. At that point, the drunken idiot passes out at the table. She gives a little sniff at that. "He does -not- tip well. I'm not sure if he is an ass, or a pig."

    The guy at the table finishes his drink, gives a little smile at Cheri, and moves towards the door. She notes. "Family man. Works long hours, just needed a couple of drinks after work, to celebrate a promotion that will pay to put his kids through school. A decent, hard-working, salt-of-the-earth fellow. He would do well in a world where merit was better rewarded." A cryptic thing for her to say, perhaps. She leans against the bar , 'inadvertently' posing for Johnny as she talks to John. "How is your son? He doesn't like me much. He probably shouldn't." She shrugs. "I am involved in a little social group that we are setting up. Met a big hairy guy who has compatible ideas. Might collaborate with him a little. Just learning what it is like around her now. The more things change, the more they stay the same."

Human Torch has posed:
Johnny Storm sips the Mai Tai and after nodding appreciatively he responds, "I do see them...I see my fans whenever I can," turning towards 'John' he offers him a slight nod and then Turning back to his drink, his gaze does linger a bit, but alas social media calls,

"I could start a page or something for this place. People would come in droves. You gotta build your brand..umm...your name?"

Ares has posed:
John Aaron gives a small smile to Johnny as he offers to give 'Cheri' far more publicity to hopefully get her some more customers. Not that many wouldn't fall for Cheri pretty much on sight, but the publicity could help her out.

He turns his head to Circe as she begins to speak of the man who just left. "hm...if only there were such a world here." but what he doesn't voice is how surprising her words are. Maybe time has allowed her heart to soften some, which would be a welcome thing to many, certainly.

Regardless, when she leans over to speak with him, he leans forward as well to speak with her. "Alexander is alright. he rests peacefully in his room." he shrugs then. "He's apparently quite good with music. I like hearing him play...but he doesn't hate you. He just doesn't know what to think of you." completely understandable. "Oh? right you are...right you are..." he sighs a moment, recalling the past as he takes another swig of his beer.

Circe has posed:
    "I remember when branding was done by ranchers." She replies, smiling warmly. "Call me Cheri, honey." She adds, "And while i am sure they would come in droves, it is not my establishment." She gives young mister Storm a sweet, lingering smile that she has perfected over thousands of years. She then gives him a playful wink. She Leans over, and replaces John's beer. "The mai tai okay, sweetheart?" She asks Johnny as she moves."What is it that you do that makes you this idol to millions? More than just go to a dive bar and order tropical drinks? Or is there a large following for that?" She gives him a little smile. She has to practice this vamp act a little. She's gotten out of practice.

Shehe notes to John. "I am glad about music." She notes. "It is an honorable business, or at least it was." she wrinkles her nose. "But then, many things used to be more just. Too bad the world is so divided.' And there it is; while perhaps cryptic to Johnny Storm, it is no doubt obvious to Ares that she still thinks she is the sort to bring that justice. 

Human Torch has posed:
Johnny Storm blinks a few times then says, "You don't know who I am?"

This -THIS- make him put his phone away?

"I don't even look a 'little' familiar?," as he nods towards his drink. "It's almost perfect really," he throws down another twenty.

He looks to the gentleman he says, "You recognize me right....right?"

Ares has posed:
Ares sighs a moment then as he chuckles softly. "heh...me too. Oh well, let the youngbloods have their fun.." he mutters that last bit under his breath, before he looks on over to Johnny as he starts to freak out that he may not be known here....which to Ares, he's never considered him worth noting since he knows he's a bit obsessed with his own fame. "Not particularly." he says pretty flatlined and deadpanned. Then a shrug then. "Hi, I'm John." he says then with a soft smile, looking to Circe as she gives him another beer. "THanks Cheri."

Though he keeps his eyes on the woman while Johnny will most likely start frantically trying to tell them why he's awesome. "Yeah, me too. Sadly, the business has fallen....music isn't music anymore...just people strumming tunes and talking into a microphone." he shrugs then. Shame. Clearly he's not a lover of modern music.

Though her last statement gets a look to Circe right in the eyes. the kind of 'we've talked about this' and 'we'll talk about this in a minute' kind of look.

Circe has posed:
    She takes the money, breaks it, and makes sure to include extra ones in the change, for a tip. The bartender she turned into a dog woman was very insistent and on that! She puts it in front of Johnny. "No. Should I? I mean, are you famous? Did you invent something? Are you a singer or a musician? Maybe an actor?" She looks genuinely clueless. "I am sorry, kiddo. I have no idea who you are." She sticks out her bottom lip ever so much into a slight pout at that. "I don't mean to upset you." Inwardly, she is at once worried and a little amused about his concern at not being recognized.

    She gives the young man a little wink, and adjusts her heeled boot, her pout turning into a small frown. "I know, it's awful. But then, listen to us, sounds like our parents lamenting how no one is as good as they were when the world was younger." She gives a little shrug at John as she playfully rolls her eyes.

    She catches the look, and admits,  "Leopards and spots. I've seen nothing in the last few days that would make me think I am anything but right. I mean, you can't tell me that the world is fair." She gives a little shrug at that. "But a unified, firm, but fair hand? It would be a better place." 

Human Torch has posed:
Johnny Storm clears his throat and stands shaking the hand and looking between the two before clearly his voice and again and then smiling.

"I am Johnny Storm...you know...of the Fantastic Four."

He reaches into his wallet and gets two cards and hands them to the two..then after a thought he gets one more and puts in the sleeping guys pocket.

"If you ever have a need for a night in...ahem..flaming armor," he winks at Cheri, "then I am your man."

He points to his chest and says, "I can also always bring the team along if it needs a little extra care, but I am sure that I can handle anything you need. Even social media."

Ares has posed:
Ares turns his head to Johnny as he speaks that he's a member of the fantastic four...Ares just shakes his head. "....is that it?" he asks curiously. "I mean, you have the looks to be an actor or something. Sorry mate, dunno who you are." he gives him an apologetic look before he looks at Circe as she's flirted with...shaking his head softly. Kid....

Though his attentions are now on Circe, tilting his head at her. "While the world possesses a host of awful qualities, there's some good left in it. It hasn't all gone to shit. BUT." He continues "I agree with you. If the world was unified, whether by multiple leaders or under a rule of one, the world would likely be a better place. but everyone has a plan until shit hits the fan." he references most rulers in history. alas, a shrug of his shoulders.

"Though I do mean to speak with you sometime, Cheri. I need a favor."

Circe has posed:
    Part of her wants to mess with him. But she remembers young heroes from her time. She tilts a brow. "The Johnny Storm? The hot guy? Oh, i didn't recognize you without the⦠flames." She puts on a breathy tone. She takes a little exaggerated time and slowly settles the card into the left cup of her brassiere. She gives a slower wink at Johnny. "Thanks, Mr. Storm."

    He's no different than a certain few heroes she remembers from her youth. Her tone is gentle. "Don't get so caught up in the branding. I thought you were special before I knew who were. Sit back, smile, enjoy your fame. You are a genuine hero. I mean, you're no Black Knight of the Avengers, but you good sir?" She reaches back for the money. "Please, your money is no good here. At least for the first one." she tosses her red hair. Really, she is glad. She needed the practice.

    "Anything, John. Just teach your boy auntie Cheri isn't looking to become his evil stepmother?" She quirks her smile. "I am always willing to trade a favor with someone with whom I share so much history." She reaches over to stroke John's arm. It is a flirty gesture, sure. It is also genuine under it.

Human Torch has posed:
Johnny Storm looks at them both as they just go back to their conversation while he is standing right there. Flabergasted.

"You know, the Fantastic Four? Reed Richards, the dumbest smart guy ever? My sisted Invisible Woman the big dumb orange brick guy? Yes. That's it. That's all I need," he heads back to his seat mouthing 'Wow'.

"Who's the black knight of the avengers anyway. I'm flaming knight. Get it? It's. Cleeevvver," he pulls his phone out and begins to tweet about this moment.

Ares has posed:
Ares just shakes his head as Circe continues to seduce Johnny by putting his card in her brassier. Either way, she's been doing this for a -very- long time...and Johnny certainly wouldn't be the first to fall under her charms. He chuckles faintly as she continues her thing. Theeeen he looks to Johnny as he apparently can't comprehend that people haven't heard of him.

"...." he doesn't say anything as to Johnny naming names, though Reed Richards he knows. "Oh, I know him. Vaguely. he's a scientist yeah?" he shrugs then. "Don't take it personally kid." he says as he looks as Johnny pulls out his cell phone to tweet, giving Circe and exhasperated look relating entirely to Johnny Storm.

His arm is stroked, and he reaches over to stroke under her own arm as if to return the flirtateous affections. Nothing wrong with mild flirting is there? "Sure. just no promises he'll believe his old man." he chuckles then. "and likewise...you can come to me for stuff too you know." a friendly smile then for her as he takes another sip of his beer.

Circe has posed:
    "Two words. Flying horse." she replies to Johnny Storm. "Flying Horse." She shakes her head. "Just something about a man who knows how to wield a ⦠sword." She gives him the best smoldering look she can as she ever so slightly bites her bottom lip. "Are you good at swordplay, Mr. Storm?" Johnny might be too popular with the ladies for her smolder to get him. Especially in this ever so slightly less exotic form she is wearing; the violet hair usually makes her eyes pop more. "John here? He swings a hammer all day." She allows her lips to part in a slight smile. "And flaming knights need armor. I don't see any on you, honey." She holds out the twenty he gave her earlier. She pauses. Then she writes down the phone number to her new cell phone. She puts a heart around the number, then holds it out to him. She gives him a wink. "Call me if you need a damsel to rescue."

    She nods at John, though she can feel a moment of tension. He is an Olympian, and he is touching her. She relaxes a little, and allows the touch. "He's a smart boy. Must have got that from his mother." She leans over to pour John another drink. She's giving away the place today. Her smile is warm as she smiles at both the men. "I am so glad you both came in today. It's nice to be reminded that not everyone is like... him." she indicates the passed out man.

Human Torch has posed:
Johnny Storm looks at the phone number first then to Ares and says, "Oh, so you know Reed? He is sooo boring," and thinking that he has gotten a bit of leverage he picks up the number and says, "I'll...think...about it,"

Then in a most deseprate voice, "I could go buy fire proof armor if I wanted," he shrugs. "And I don't need a horse to fly AND I don't need a sword I hvae these," he shows his fist and biceps.

Ares has posed:
Ares looks at Johnny and he can't help but laugh. "ah, that's funny. Though I imagine they've gotten you through some situations, they won't get you out of all of them. Not that you need a flaming horse. But a sword can end any battle if it's in the right hands." he looks to Circe as if to have her confirm his words. Either way, he eventually takes a small breath...though he mentally summons someone to him...or rather, sends a summons. To meet him at a bar.

Alas, a shrug to Circe with a chuckle as she tells him how he swings hammers all day. "I do much more than that." A small wink then before he just sighs at Circe giving out her number. Completely shameless flirt. He knows she's likely just messing with the boy...or baiting him in to make him her slave. Either way. "Heh...must have." he recalls his 'family' then, shaking his head at the thought.

Oh yes...he is still very bitter with the GOds of Olympus.

Circe has posed:
    "But its not a sword." Cheri notes with mock disapproval. "I mean, they are all very nice." She says with a smile. "But.. it's too bad you won't call." If the boy is lucky, he likely will. Otherwise he'll end up in a tiny little kilt, and little else peeling her grapes. Or, she'll end up burnt. These mortals have got a little more oomph than she remembers. Circe playfully wrinkles her nose. She makes a phone gesture with her left hand, then eases behind the bar, bending just so, then getting a damp cloth to wipe the bar top down with. She feels some sort of sending from John, and tilts a brow. She works her jaw for a moment, but remains silent as she considers him and Johnny. Her eyes narrow, but she doesn't say anything. She walks over to run the card for the drunk guy.

Redstar has posed:
It isn't the first summons somewhere. But it is the first time she finds herself back in her home area. At her hip is an actual scabbard with a sword and strapped to her other is a dagger. She looks a little grimy, hands seemingly doing some sort of grisly work, and a little surprised. Her blue eyes quickly take in the bar and its occupants.

"Uhhhh, hi." She offers a little awkwardly as several eyes fall on her. She drops her wings down and around her shoulders like a leathery cloak. Seeing first Johnny, as she appeared facing him, she then notes the waitress and lastly Ares. She pauses as she looks at him, lips pursed, a silent question on her face.

Human Torch has posed:
Johnny Storm considers the two at the bar he purses his lips then asks, "You two know each other?" he eyeshifts a few times and takes another sip of his Mai tai but as this new person comes in he stands,

"You know who I am right?"

Ares has posed:
Ares turns to look at Vicky, rising to his feet when she arrives. "ah, well done. I trust your experience wasn't too enjoyable?" he teases her softly, though he mentally communicates that he is to be known as John when in public. John Aaron, specifically. Regardless, he walks her over to the bar and has her sit down. "Whatever the young lady wishes, Cheri. If you would be so kind." He nkows she felt him summon Vicky, but he says nothing of the sort. After all...Vicky has been training for a -very- long time. she deserves a quick little rest before her next trial.

A look then to Johnny as he speaks...and he just shakes his head. at both of his statements. Not to say a silent no..but just....facepalm.

He looks then to Circe with a tilt of his head...watching her as she runs the card of the passed out drunk thath e certianly had a hand with in dealing with. Not gonna stop her either...just going about the day.

Circe has posed:
    "I see. Well. -She- has a sword, Mr. Storm." She notes. She adds to John. "Just the amount he owed. No more, no less." She tucks the card into the man's shirt pocket. 'What do you want, oh Shield maiden?"  She says in a warm, almost flirty voice. She does give 'John' a little look as if not too pleased for him to be bringing a demonic being into the place she is working at. She mutters something softly about a 'low profile', and tosses her hair. She looks at Vicky, and settles a hand on her hip and tosses her red hair. "Cosmopolitan or a martini for the lady." She suggests.

    John knows her well enough to feel her ire. "Especially if the gentleman here is buying. Always go a little classy, kiddo. You start classier, you can always come down to a beer. Start with a beer, then move up to a more upscale beverage and everyone will think that you are putting on airs. Also, when a guy on a flying horse carries a sword, its hot. Why are you packing that sort of⦠heat⦠in a bar, huh kiddo?" She tilts an exquisite brow, her power mostly masked and hidden.

Redstar has posed:
Vicky's head snaps back to Johnny and she looks him over quickly. The slightly puzzled expression doesn't fade as she does, but then she nods. "Uh, yeah. I've seen you on TV. You're one of the Fantastic Four, right?" She says and then snaps her fingers, frowning, "Uhh...Flamer right?" Oh yeah, she is so helping here.

Drawn to the bar she puts a smile on, though it is a bit drawn and uncertain. This could all be some other kind of test. That is something she has learned all too well the last while. "Ah, sorry for popping in? Just...yeah," She says a little awkwardly, sliding onto a stool. A frown crosses her face as she considers a drink.

~If you order a coke when you could have something else I am going to scream.~ Starr informs Vicky, a silent voice in her mind likely only hearable by the psychic and, of course, gods. Vicky's lips twitch at the comment and shakes her head as she sighs. "Recommend anything?" She asks, taking Circe's suggestion thoughtfully. "Ah...I guess a cosmopolitan?" It sounds fancy enough to her.

For the last while those things have been at her side. They've started to become just another part of her. So Circe's commenting on them she glances down, her brows rising, "Oh! Oh sorry. I...should have left those at home. Was in a bit of a, uh, rush." She doesn't know who Circe is.

Human Torch has posed:
Johnny Storm fist pumps, "BAM! YEAH! Eat it John and Cheri. Eat it!" *ahem*

"Yeah, I'll take flamer."

"I am the hottest one," he states matter of factly.

"Nice sword and...wings?" but it seems like these guys have business here. Eyeshifting at whom ever is speaking, sipping his Mai Tai. All he needs is popcorn.

Ares has posed:
Ares gives Circe a look like 'oh, I have no idea what you mean.' and he offers her a small smile. So when she asks why the young woman was packing the sword, he interferes. "Oh, see I am her swordsmanship and martial arts teacher. She asked me quite respectfully to learn, so I indulged her. Though it seems she's become mildly attached to the blade." He hides her wings from public view with but a gesture of his fingers. a simple illusion spell, though it's clear that Circe can see it. Johnny might have an interesting time if he looks back to her.

Alas, Ares looks to Circe and then back to Vicky with a smile. "I'd take her suggestion. Very few know the ways of a good wine other than her." he says and gives Circe an apologetic smile. Ohhhh that's a scolding later most likely. Either way.

He just sits and sips his meal, another illusion spell is cast to make Vicky look clean and well-kept. Never say the God didn't do anything for his faithful disciple.

Circe has posed:
    Her sigh is soft as she mixes the drink. She rubs at her face in a long, slow sort of face palm. "You are going to make me lose my job. I'd hate to have done what i did to get this job for no reason.' She quietly grouses. After a little bit of work, she provides the drink, then looks over at John with a small, tight, not really a smile, smile. She quietly says, "Cash or charge, John?" Free drinks have apparently ended.

    She looks over at Jihnny. "Need another, Mister Storm?" She says with a warm little flirty smile. She adds to the demon-winged young lady. "It's a sipping drink. That is a mixing stick, not a straw. Drink from the glass. Cross your feet at the ankles, and smile when you drink it" She winks at the girl, and holds out her hand to John.

Redstar has posed:
Vicky the weight of magic makes her shiver as the illusion takes a firm grip over her. Though she can feel their weight, the air on them, she finds their visual lack a little distrubing. The shadow flashes from her face and she replaces it with a small smile. "Well, never leave yourself defenseless, right?" She says to Ares, throwing some little bit of knowledge back at him in this more social environment. She'll probably pay for it later.

"Yeah, you're pretty cute," Vicky admits as her eyes walk across Johnny's body. It's almost a critical assessment rather than the usual young and hot fangirl lusty-eyes. "But my guy is better," And she takes her first sip, smiling mischeviously at the Flaming Torth and shooting him a playful wink.

At Circe's words she smiles a real smile finally and dips her head, not nearly as guarded with the waitress. "Got it," She says, stirring it again before sipping. And sure, she crosses her ankles as well. "So how do you know, ah, John?" She asks the woman.

Human Torch has posed:
Johnny Storm nods simply and throws another bill on the bar, "She just cleaned up right in front of me and I got kind of cute. I think that I'll stay for atleast one more. I do have other things to do after all. I don't spend all day at bars. I have followers and stuff."

Ares has posed:
Ares can't help but laugh then. "There's the Cheri I know." he winks at her then before he hands her the appropriate amount of cash and -then some-. Likely as a hearty tip for putting up with him. <<Don't worry...I'll pay you back later.>> He telepathically tells Cice before he looks at Vicky.

.....that is a question many don't like to answer, so he actually looks at Circe as if expecting her to totally downplay him. Though he was interested in her answer.

A look is given to ohnny, tilting his head at the fellow before looking back to Circe.

Circe has posed:
    His family ripped my daughter from my arms, and were responsible for her rape and death. So i killed a goddess, ate her heart, and transcended to Goddesshood to wage an eternal war against them and rule over humanity as the one true benevolent goddess.
    'Cheri' opts not to tell the truth, at least not all of it. She accepts the bill from Johnny, and gives him a little wink. "Sure.' She starts making him another drink as she considers what to tell Vicky. "We have known each other for a very long time. Not always as friends. His family caused me some pain. It is a shared affliction." she will spare John a more forgiving look. "I guess, it is best said as it is complicated. Not all bad. Not all good. I have known far worse people. Few better" Which might be a great explanation for her beliefs. She puts the drink down in front of Johnny. "Be sure to tell them we make a good mai tai then, huh Mr. Storm?" Again, there is a playful wink.

Redstar has posed:
Vicky brushes one of her braids back from her shoulder and tilts her head, listening thoughtfully to Circe's answers. Again she sips from the cosmo, eyeing it thoughtfully. "So, like most relationships with anyone that last awhile?" She says with a bit of a laugh, trying to lighten things somewhat. She turns her head slightly, glances at Ares out of the corner of her eyes. "Few better, that's a pretty shinning review." Being a student one might expect the jury to be out, especially how ragged she looks under the illusion, but she adds, "Yeah. I can see that."

Though they can't be seen by most, Vicky continues to awkwardly flex her wings. Them not being there makes her feel weird, lacking, and the movement likely reminds her they are there. "What's a MaiTai by the way?"

Human Torch has posed:
"It's a rum drink," Johnny Storm answers quickly.

"And I sure will Cheri, I will let everyone know that you make a really good one and please call me," wait for it...

"J'Storm," he motions as if his name is in lights with a dramatic reveal with both palms facing out then widening.

"All my friend do."

Ares has posed:
Ares looks to Circe then, a look of understanding in his voice....wasn't his call. He knows the terror and cruelty his brethren has inflicted upon mankind and beyond. Shaking his head softly.....there appears to be a brawl about to start between two people who suddenly started yelling at each other. Ares fist clenched....clearly people starting to get uppity with each other and about to fight was Ares's influence....his wrath starting to get the best of him. The cracks of his knuckles radiate with a power....

He doesn't look to Vicky...nor does he look to Johnny...only the hate he feels for his bastard of a Father and all of the Gods...who cast him out like a dog even after helping them and attempting to earn their favor and respect...many of his children were murdered or given the most cruel existence...given, he had his bouts of revenge..but...

He shakes hish ead then. He goes silent.

and if Ares becomes reclusive and he's upset....that spells very bad news.

Redstar has posed:
Vicky's eyes widen ever so slightly as she sees the change fall over the God of War. The men shoving each other is noted, but not in her immediate attention right at this moment. Instead the growing anger in the man known here as John Aaron. Though she doesn't know the history, beyond the jumble of public mythology, she can see the pain. She lifts a hand hesitantly to place over one clenched fist. "John?" She says quietly, worry edging into her voice.

Ice-blue eyes move from her teacher to Circe and her frown return, though it is of concern rather than puzzlement. But Circe seems taken with prepping someones drink rather than the God of War's mounting old anger. "Was it something I said?" She asks quietly. Obviously she is at something of a loss at how best to go about soothing her God.

Human Torch has posed:
Johnny Storm looks around at the three for a moment and says, "WELL! That was fun! Nice to meet you three," he downs his drink and backs away kind of cautiously.

"I am sure that I will see you all again sometime soon," then making a gun shape with his hand he pew pews at Cheri and the tiniest bit of smoke comes off his finger.

He blows it away and pretending to drop a mic he says, "I out!" he turns and walks right into the brawl.

"Ooops..oh yeah..sorry..my bad....my bad. You should take it outside anyway dudes," he jerks a thumb. "It is my guess that you don't want to make those people angry."

He turns back, "Later!" and he turns and leaves.

Ares has posed:
Ares doesn't answer Johnny....nor does he answer Vicky.

A godly wrath brewed in the God of War....in fact, thunderstorms are heard off in the distance. What? He was a direct son of Zeus (and one of the only ones the God actually -had- with his wife. tells you dysfunction right there). Alas, Ares doesn't seem to be swayed from his focus. the brawl on the other side of the bar intensifies....and sounds of yelling angrily can be heard from outside.

The shadows seemed to have a power behind them as well...the walls starting to creak a moment before they cease. however, Ares eye's start to turn a blood red....

Circe has posed:
    The elevator doors slide open. The guard stiffens in alert and alarm, then stiffens, clawing at his face and throat in wide-eyed panic. His features turn bestial, and Circe leans over to kiss his cheek as he twists and reshapes. "Be glad you are not dead." her voice is a soft, silken purring low contralto. She has had millennia to master the art of seduction, and it has become second nature. The now porcine guard squeals as his hod trotters clatter on the floor and he runs off in bestial fear.

    The violet-tressed sorceress' heeled boots click on the floor with a perfect rhythm as her hips sway. She moves directly towards the sitting room. Other guards step forth. It is one thing to battle the Dark Knight. Another to see your comrade reduced to a swine. Circe makes an airy gesture with her left hand. "Summon your mistress, and also a glass of wine for me, if you please?" She gives the fellow a look that would normally boil a man's blood, but given what she just did, it is fair to say she is more terrifying than seductive. The silk of her draped, slit skirts whispers as she moves to be seated oh-so regally in a chair. She cants her left hand expectantly for her beverage.

    Menawhile the man turned pig squeals and squawls in abject terror and dismay as he runs about the penthouse in a panic.

Circe has posed:
    The lady is seated, her legs crossed elegantly. She looks nonplussed, then nods. "Daughter of the demon. I expected a less lovely visage with such a frightful mind. Horns, tails, and a writhing serpent's tail, something loathsome, yet here you are? A delightful woman still in her prime if not the bloom of youth." Her words are provocative, but not as much as her actions. Her full lips purse as she enjoys the wine. Talia is regarded by ancient eyes as she speaks. Her smile is fleeting, but there is this vague sense of approval. "I am Circe."

    The ancient goddess tilts her head as she regards Talia. "Honestly, there are very few women who rule. Despite all the rhetoric of liberation and equality, most of the women who would be the guardians of their own fate are all too often merely the puppets of another. Oh, I know your father rules in name, yet you have your own agenda and.." The former man now hog crashes about. Circe's left hand gestures at him. "Be still." the hog lays down, eyes wide and glassy. She pauses, pursing her lips. "What was I? Oh yes, I have come to take your measure, and see if you are the sort of woman i hope you to be. I wield power, and great knowledge, but I lack practical knowledge of this era, and the contacts that I need. When I rule, i will need women such as you as lieutenants and exalted servants." She regards Talia with a measuring eye.