xp_logs | Mark & Jay (Reply)

Jay goes to Silver and meets up with Mark, feeling out the possibility of getting his old job back.

Circling around to the rear of Silver, Jay swiftly landed with careful precision next to a truck backed up to the open door. A young woman in an apron emerged out of the back and walked down the plank with a dolly full of beer, ignorant to his presence.

"Hey Jen," Jay greeted her.

She glanced over her shoulder and did a brief double take. "Jay?" Though it was more of a 'what happened to you?' Most of them knew he'd gone missing and then come back, but the details seemed more like poorly told gossip and rumors rather than facts.

Folding up his wings into his back, he brushed off her look with a casual hand placed over her shoulder. "Heard about Larry," he said.

"Yeah," she rolled her eyes. "Tell me something new."

"Something new," he joked lamely.

"Funny guy." She smiled. "Well go on, he's inside somewhere."

"Thanks." Jay left her and went in search of his old boss. Instead, he came face to face with Mark in passing. "Hey, you're here early."

Mark blinked. "And you're here." The momentary shock turned into a pleased smile. "Finally. I thought Larry and Jen were gonna go on a rampage, being the only bartenders."

"They still haven't found someone else?" Jay asked with his own surprise. He picked up a nearby bottle from one of the open cases Jen had been working with and spun it in his hand, catching the body where he might have dropped it before. "You think Ah can get mah old job back?"

Impressive. "Depends," Mark replied, absently picking at the cast on his right hand. "You really want to be here?"

Satisfied that he could spin a bottle still - if not better than before - he replaced it back into the box. His eyes dropped to the cast momentarily. "Yeah, Ah think so. Hey, what happened to your hand?"

"Got 'jerked out of deep sleeps' too much," was the reply, though Mark obviously had no desire to talk about it. "I'll vouch for you. I think you'll fit in even better now, too. This place has basically become a mutant club as opposed to a mutant-friendly club."

He took the excuse at face value, knowing it wasn't really any of his business and looked over Mark's shoulder, scratching the back of his head. His gaze flickered back to Mark. "Thanks. Shame that it aint' much of a mix of the two. Ah kinda liked it." But it would do him better for more mutants around. He'd have less of a problem not wearing clothes again.

"Me too, but NYU kids don't want to associate with mutants." Mark shrugged sadly. It was a loss, but it also cemented Silver as a truly mutant landmark. "We're still as busy as ever."

"Huh. That kinda sucks. Kinda like segregating. Not mah thing but," he shrugged. "Since their busy and Ah ain't..." He shifted awkwardly and gestured over his shoulder. "Maybe Ah should just go talk to 'em and see what they say, huh?"

"Just go, you dumbass," Mark said light-heartedly. "Give 'em the whole spiel about how places for mutants like this are necessary for a community to function. Or whatever. They won't care as long as you can mix drinks quickly and make good tips."