xp_logs | Garrison, Bishop and Amanda

Following this thread, Bishop and Amanda catch up with Garrison at Harry's.

After seeing something pop up from Garrison online, and a brief conversation, Bishop stacked up what he was looking through and decided to take a little time off. It sounded like the other officer needed a drink and he took the opportunity to get a few in himself as well. Things had been pretty rough all over the world lately and he expected pretty much anyone to be in a more sour mood then usual. Maybe it wasn't the best time to meet someone new but it definitely was a good time for a few drinks.

When Bishop opened the door to Harry's he already expected Garrison to be there. A brief glance around and he made his way to him, sitting across from him. "What do you usually drink?"

"Normally, Moosehead. My friend Logan managed to convince Harry to start stocking it. Today, on the other hand, I think I'm going to accompany it with a sassy little number called 'Crown Royale'." He pointed at the bottle of Canadian Whiskey that Harry had been pouring him shots with along with the pints. "Garrison Kane." He smiled thinly and held out his hand.

"Bishop." He shook Garrison's hand before really settling in. "What's up in your world that warrants beer and liquor?" He had guessed by the guy's journal post that something was on his mind. After having been an officer for a while he knew there were things that other people didn't have to think about and couldn't understand that they were often confronted with. If that was the case for this guy then maybe another cop to talk to would help.

"Just got back from India. After a week wondering around the same area where a half million people got blown up for political reasons, I'm feeling a little like a few drinks is warranted." Kane didn't bother to point out that half the people he took with him into the area had very good reasons to hate him now, and while they did stop a potential war, they also helped collapse a whole country.

"I'd agree with that. That place has to be the worst place on the planet right now." People hating 'the law' was just a given in Bishop's mind. No one liked a cop until they needed them, in fact he received a less than warm welcome from a few when he arrived and he wasn't actually a cop anymore.

"No argument here. You would not have believed it. FBI, Interpol, about a dozen other agencies of different types under the UN inspection team banner. Everyone running around asking a kinds of questions, no one with a real clue. Fuck..." Kane took a long draught from his pint. "You spend too long around Pete, he's going to end up taking you somewhere just as nice."

Bishop shrugged at the idea "Maybe. They're big on using me for local work at the moment because I know everyone worth knowing around the law enforcement scene. I don't look forward to a bunch of departments all trying to stake their claim though."

"It's a weird experience. Now it's all in the hands of peacekeepers, UN, geez, everyone now. I don't know. The FBI has turned things back over to the State Department, so my job is done for now." Kane shook his head. "Hey, next time you're back in the office, thank them for me, eh? That intel helped tie everything together."

"I'll spread the word around." Bishop nodded and someone walked up with his glass of Makers. "Not sure how much I'm thrilled about the UN running the show, though. They're notorious for sitting on their hands instead of doing things." He shrugged a bit and took a drink.

"Not really a lot of choice. McKenna isn't going to invade, and if Pakistan gets swallowed up India, the whole situation will end up in open war. UN is about the only group that has a hope in hell of at least stopping nukes going skyward." Garrison pulled out his cell and dropped it on to the table next to the empty pint. He waved for a refill. "I'm actually looking forward to dealing with loan sharks again. Maybe some white collar crime.

"Something a little more relaxed, I get it. Is that what you tend to do with your work?" Bishop wasn't drinking too much, though for him not too much was still a fair amount. He was more interested in helping the other guy out and prepared to be a ride somewhere if he ended up needing it.

"I'm pretty junior in terms of the force. I've only been on, what, just over five years now. Duncan usually gets all the mutant related cases in addition to his normal work load. I get put where ever he wants me to be." Kane shrugged. "The basis of my deal down here is really to audit the X-Men for the Canadian government, as opposed to for the RCMP or any other group."

"That's a pretty sweet deal, I say." Bishop finished his first glass, setting it at the side of the table for another and thinking. Just hanging out at the mansion and keeping up on what was going on wouldn't be bad. This guy seemed to do more then he had to, though.

"Yes and no. I mean, seriously, I joined the force to act as a law enforcement officer, not to punch a clock and sit on my hands. Fortunately, Duncan's good at throwing me work, and the X-Men keep me pretty busy. What about you? Knowing Wisdom, I'd be amazed if he wasn't working you to the bone." Kane said wryly. "I grew up around Pete."

"They all have a fair amount of work in there for me. It's what I like to do so it's not really a problem. I tried to meet some of the mansion people but it didn't go too well. I hope you have had better luck." Bishop understood about not wanting to just sit around. He sepnt most of his time doing research or calling people, not really investigating like he had before.

"Really? Who gave you the cold shoulder?" Kane jumped on the distraction. After India, the idea of gossip sounded incredibly good. And shots. "Hey Harry? Can you get us a couple of shots of Screech from that bottle?"

"Well, I got it from a girl who happens to be purple and from another who is apparently a flying Princess. After that it was a bit much so I have just been staying in." Bishop laughed a bit at how awkward it was. Despite being a mutant he hadn't spent too much time around them before going to Snow Valley.

Kane looked at him for a moment before cracking up. He rubbed his eyes after a moment. "Oh man, yeah. Some of the people we get are a little weird. Crystal is... well, she seems to attract very strong opinions from people. Gave me a nice fruit basket once." He said, remembering the conversation with Adrienne about her run in with the Princess of Attilan. "It's a very strange mix. There are some people here who are really great, and there are others whom I'd happily seal into a barrel until they learned how to be human beings. It frightens me a little that the office full of former assassins, spies, demon queens and witches often seems like the sane place."

Kane looked up and grinned. "Speaking of, I knew I heard the sound of a broomstick pulling up. Harry, make that three shots."

"She seemed perfectly nice, just humorless. I even gave her this perfect little line about..." Bishop turned around when Kane called out to someone else, seeing Amanda had arrived, he gave her a nod. "I thought we were going to have drank ourselves out by the time you got here."

Amanda poked her tongue out at him and slid out of her leather jacket and into a seat. "Got caught up," she explained, draping the jacket over the back of the chair. "Last minute reports from Wanda and Tinkerbell that I had to get to Pete. Looks like you lot had your hands full," she said to Garrison with a slightly wry smile. Her eyes, however, where sympathetic - she just didn't want to bring a downer into things.

"Mostly we just poked around until we got lucky. I'm pretty sure that at least one of them is planning to shoot me somewhere non-lethal in the next few days, and the other will settle for hitting me in the nose with a fastball given the opinion. Until then, dangerous Newfoundland moonshine and gossip for me." Kane leaned back and picked up his shot. "As for Crystal, Bishop, first rule. Never banter with her. Banter was outlawed on Attilan in the 17th century and sadly, the Royal Family continues the tradition. Hell, sarcasm was only allowed back in after the Second World War."

Amanda nearly snorted the beer she'd acquired with her shot up her nose. "You're a bad man, Garrison," she complained, grabbing a napkin. "And did you have a running in with the Princess, did you? She's all right, she just has this habit of taking ever word you say literally. I think she got worse during the time Attilan disappeared."

"That was exactly the problem I had. I mentioned that the mansion must be the only place where beautiful women actually fall from the sky... I suppose her country doesn't have compliments." Bishop smiled and picked up his fresh drink. "It was just awkward looks from there on."

"Yeah, she's very literal. Jokes aside, I think it's likely something to do with her upbringing. I don't think that royalty has a lot of people willing to crack jokes with them. She's actually not a bad sort, but she can rub some people the wrong way, eh." Kane held up the glass of screech, sniffed it and grinned. "Cheers. Once you're finished the shot, you can guess where the name comes from." He pounded back his glass and winced.

Amanda had matured in many ways, but when faced with the equivalent of a drinking dare, she still tended to dive straight in. Knocking back the shot, her eyes watered at the rough liquor and it was with effort she swallowed. "Holy fuck, what the hell was that?" she managed to gasp huskily, coughing a little.

Unlike Amanda, Bishop's shot was pretty stoic. He drank Makers and though not as strong it was on the rough side of liquors. "Shine I'm guessing, right?" He looked to Kane; you didn't grow up how Bishop did without tasting just about every illegal thing there was to taste. That was why he was worth something now though, so he didn't have any complaints.

"Overproof rum distilled through the corpse of a whale, I think. The Newfies call it Screech, mostly because of the sound people make when they drink it." He washed his mouth out with some Moosehead and grinned. "They serve it to tourists in tumblers, and then light whatever's been spewed out on to the table in front of them."

"Classy. Remind me to visit sometime." Amanda reached for her own beer to wash down the screech, taking several swallows to do so. When she set her glass back down again, she burped a little, covering her mouth. "'Scuse me. So, did I interrupt manly cop bonding time?"

"What would happen during manly cop bonding time, you think?" Bishop glanced to Kane and then looked at Amanda, waiting for a response with a grin. He wondered what she expected to happen; a boxing match? He finished up his second glass of Makers, setting it on the edge of the table for a third.

"I dunno. If it's anything like our delinquent bonding times, it's a lot of bitching 'bout how no-one understands us," the witch replied with a certain mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"I think everyone does understand us. That's kind of the trouble." Kane said, leaning forward. "Especially considering the somewhat dubious legality of half of the people we work with, and the general distrust of all things law enforcement which is standard with everyone that lives here."

"I had one of the students slam me on the network when I first got here for being a cop." Bishop shook his head, "That's always so crazy to me." He leaned back in his chair, sliding down a bit and relaxing.

"You get used to it. It worries me that a lot of them are leaving in a very separated world, where Xavier's connections tend to keep them from legal consequences from their actions. Seems to be the perfect way to turn people into the Brotherhood, teaching them that they really are superior to ones and the rules don't apply to them." Kane shrugged. "But the Professor is a very very good psychologist, so you end up having to trust that he knows what he's doing."

"Hmm." Amanda made a non-committal noise, recalling her own experiences at the school. "There's a lot of the kids who've had bad experiences with cops before, too," she said instead. "And you know teenagers - think they know everything. But you're right, sometimes it's hard to remember the real world out there when you're shut up in the school. 'S one of the reasons why I keep the bus run going - they need those connections outside."

"Speaking of the outside world. Bishop, I've got a friend in trouble with the NYPD right now. Any chance you might be able to help do a little digging around the investigation, and find out what the lead detectives are thinking about it?" Kane said, suddenly turning serious for a moment.

"Yeah, I don't see why not. I'll see what facts I can get on it just so he knows what is going on. I'll only be able to give up what would go to the defense later on though, otherwise I could get myself into a spot." Bishop didn't really have a problem doing that, the guy would find out later anyway and sometimes it was good to know. He could probably get in with the lead detective and pass some things he wants known to so that he can keep up his contacts, as long as he plays it right so everyone gets what they want.

"I just want to get an idea of what's actually going on before I jump into anything. It's Adrienne Frost. She's got some kind of case ongoing in New York. The FBI put in a word that she was needed when we went to India, and I feel I owe her to at least see what's going on with it."

Amanda raised an eyebrow, filing that nugget of information away. It'd explain Adrienne's prickliness about things and being 'forced' to come to the school. "Ah, Xavier's. Where half the staff are on the run from someone or other," she said sagely. "I hope you two can sort it out - she's a good sort, once you get past the whole defensive stuff.

"I can't imagine she'd be at Xavier's if she had done anything unforgivable. I'm sure we'll be able to figure something out once I get my nose into this." Bishop slid his glass to then end of the table, ready for another drink. "If she works in the Frost business maybe it's some money situation, since it's federal."

"Maybe she shot a man in Reno. You know, just to watch him die? No? Get it? You don't get it." Kane said at Amanda and leaned back in his chair. "So, loser at darts buys the next round. Shot too if you accidentally hit Harry in the process?"