Owner	Pose
Luke Cage	Luke Cage stands behind the bar inside of his.. bar. Everyone know's that it's his because his name is on the outside. It says: Luke's. That's him. So it's his bar. Don't try to steal it from him or he'll be sad. So behind that bar he stands, currently drying freshly washed pint glasses while engaging the regulars in casual converation and occasionally sage advice. He has his moments. The bar has seemed to pick up more customers over the past few months. One could correlate the increased business with the efforts that one Luke Cage has been putting in to making sure Harlem remains a safe and less crime afflicted burrough of the city. With the help of a particular fishnetted blonde, a gang has been completely shut down and run off once and for all. The gang that attempted to follow through and fill that perceived vacuum was also run off. The past three weeks have be surprisingly uneventful. It was a welcome change.
Kate Bishop	Kate Bishop parks her Suzuki outside, setting the security system on the bike as she heads into Luke's. She hasn't been by in quite a while, having gotten caught up in a few shenanigans here and there. International espionage, that sort of thing. Nothing she could talk about. At least, that's what she told people. Better that than 'I broke my leg and got laid up for six months'. She pushes her sunglasses up on her forehead as she comes inside, wearing a leather jacket over a white tee, jeans and heeled boots, "Arrrr, shiver me timers, I'll have me a bit o' rum," she says, then realizes how she sounds and coughs. "Er, rum and Coke?" she says with a grin. "How're things with you, big guy?"
Luke Cage	Luke Cage looks up as a pirate enters the bar. That was.. unexpected. But then he sees who it is and a chuckle is aimed her way. "Kate. Left your eyepatch and hook hand at home did you?" He glances down. "And your pegleg." Setting down the freshly polished glass, he smiles. "You look good. It's been a long time. Things okay? Or is your visit for business rather than pleasure?" He moves to get her drink, capably preparing the rum and coke as requested then he sets it in front of her. He studies her a moment then shrugs, "I've been well thanks. Keeping Harlem safe for everyone else. Only been shot twice in the last three months so I can't complain. But they did ruin two of my shirts." Of course she'd know that his being shot just means they tried. He's particularly bullet proof as it were, but his shirts aren't.
Kate Bishop	Kate Bishop grins, "I just got out of fencing practice. Guess it put me in a mood," she says as she bellies up to the bar, drumming her black nails over the polished surface. "Shirt murder is a terrible crime that is severely underreported. I hope you made sure they were properly punished," she smirks, taking the drink and popping a straw into it, a lock of brown hair falling across her cheek. She was old enough, for sure, but she still had a bit of a babyface. "I just opened my PI office back up again, so I should be around more," she says.
Luke Cage	Luke Cage arches a brow. "You in a 'mood' is terrifying for most everyone else. At least I know I'm man enough to handle it" he jokes back. "Yes. Two of my best yellow tees. They were my favorites. But don't you worry, Miss Kate, they'll not be harming another yellow shirt again. I made certain of that." He aims a wink her way. "Yeah? Well that's good. It's nice to have more local businesses back. If you need a hand with anything just let me know. I'm told I'm good at being the dumb strong type."
Kate Bishop	Kate Bishop laughs, "Hey, at least you're consistent. You like what you like," she says. "Don't worry, I'll have your number on speed dial, along with a few others. I'm sure mayhem will ensue soon enough and you'll get to toss some people down the street while I put arrows in 'em before you know it," she says. "You don't scare me."
Luke Cage	Luke Cage waits for Kate to take a drink to be sure she's satisfied with it before sliding down the bar to check on the other customers. Replacing empties with fresh bottles, he moves back over. "That's me, Mister Consistency. And sure, call any time. You know where I live" he offers with a smile. "I don't? Well damn. I'm getting soft in my old age. Going to have to turn in a bitter old bastard sooner than later."
Kate Bishop	Kate Bishop reaches out and pokes a finger at Luke's arm, "Nope, nope, nothing soft here," she says. "And please, don't get bitter. Positivity is so much more pleasant and less likely to make my ears bleed. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good whine now and again, but sometimes it seems like all anybody does anymore," she says. She takes another long sip of her drink, leaning an elbow on the bar, "Truth be told, I haven't heard much of anybody talk in person for a while. I've been holed up a little."
Luke Cage	Luke Cage looks down at the poke to his thick bicep. "... ow" he feigns. Then he nods, "Positivity is the best, you're right. Plus. This is a bar. It's a place where everyone comes to vent their concerns and worries. I have to be the upbeat one. Offer sage advice. And a cold brew." "Yeah. Things have been quiet lately. Need to reach out to the others, see who's still around and interested." He smiles, "But it's always good to see you, Kate."