5420/Kat meets the King (hail to him)

Kat meets the King (hail to him)
Date of Scene:	23 September 2018
Location:	Queens, New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Ekaterina Vespucci, Ash Williams

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Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
In Queens New York there are a number of fancy nightspots but Aeternum stands out as a multi purposed bar/dance/restaurant gallery. It was repurposed as such by it's owner a notorious underworld figure. The Contesa - Ekaterina Vespucci. The place is upmarket with all of the amenities. At the well stocked main bar the lady herself sits. Ekaterina or Kat as she prefers is rereading Dostoyevski's greats. Her favorite "Crime and Punishnment". Her large cornflower blue eyes scan back and forth. It is a weekday so the club is fairly empty and quiet. Kat who usually wears heavy clothing is wearing a tight black number showing off her curves and some decent decolletage.

Ash Williams has posed:
Notorious Underworld Figure? Ash barely even knows her. Or something. The mechanically-handed, repeatedly cursed and depressingly post-middle-aged Jefe walks into the bar, stretching before he makes his way to the main bar lazily. Kat seems to get his attention immediately, and since they're both distracted, it takes him a while before he gestures. "Hey, filthy-but-fine, I've been on the road for four hours and would sell my other hand for a drink. What've you got that's big, alcoholic and fairly priced?" A twinkle exists in those eyes, despite all they've seen.

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
Over her book Kat looks at Ash and his hand. She had hosted an alien the other night and all sorts of weirdos. But she has no right to judge. She is as or more astoundingly strange than the majority of her patrons. "What's in that cocktail?" Kat asks although her bartender knows and is preparing it.

Ash Williams has posed:
Ash rests his hand upon the counter, aware that it doesn't look like anything human - But at least it looks human made. Particularly cheap, in fact. "No, it ain't a drink sweetheart," He chuckles confidently, "It's a compliment. I'll drink anything alcoholic and bitter, call me a traditionalist but I know my type." The grizzled older man. "C'mon, pour me something strong."

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
It is being done already. "Why do we always get 'something strong' as a request?'" the young lady who claims to be the owner of the club claims. She looks up at Ash with her large blue eyes and says, "La Sonan Contessa Ekaterina Vespucci," with a small curtsy, "Call me Kat." After a brief pause, "Who are you?" She adds, "Something strong Bourbon double?"

Ash Williams has posed:
Ash gestures at the club, "Something about this city screams 'numb me as quickly as possible.'" He offers by way of explanation, "Y'know, I've been to hell itself, and I'm still not sure that it's better than New York. Doesn't smell half as bad anyways, so I call that a win." The introduction is met with a toothy smile, "Ash Williams, hero of -- Well, heck, I guess we'll call it Time now. The bits that matter anyway."

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
"New York is rude but generous if you are patient. I've been here for longer than one might think," Kat says. "You have the stink of a hunter. What have you been up to?" The young girl directing the servers could not be more than 20. And she owns this fancy club?

Ash Williams has posed:
"Hunter? Nah. That's not right. I'm more the poor sunnavabitch who keeps being drawn into things he ain't got no business being a part of, but in the end he always saves the day because of some prophecy in some creepy old book." Ash's hand disappears into his breast pocket of an indestructible blue shirt, and withdraws a few crumpled notes. That's enough for the drink, right? They're placed on the bar, "Somewhere along the way I get accused and then cleared of a few murders too. This is kind of like down time. Sound like hunting?"

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
Ekaterina Vespucci says, "Ash seems so awesome was what I meant to say!?!"