Garrison and Felicia; Kirby's
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xp_logsEverybody's working on the weekend; Kane and Hardy bump into each other Kirby's, she dispenses a little bit of wisdom.
Garrison walked into Original Kirby's, waving at a couple of the regulars he knew. The bar had been embraced by District-X, in part for the quality and in part for the efforts of the staff and owners to create a safe, inclusive space for visible mutants. The FBI field office wasn't that far away, so walking in for a drink after work, especially when Snow Valley and XFI people dropped in just made sense.
The swish of the door closing had Felicia flicking her gaze up to the reflection in the wall mirror, a small smile at the familiar, mostly agreeable face that she caught. Dismissing her tablet screen for an unassuming article on the upcoming London and Paris fashion weeks, she mimicked the motion in the opposite direction, looking over her shoulder at him. "You lost? They don't have Moosehead on tap here," she asked innocently.
"I know that. The bar can't always be Harry's. Coming here makes me cosmopolitan. Or something." He waved to Chris as he took a seat across from her. The man came over after a moment with a pint of steam beer from Brooklyn Brewery. "Aren't you supposed to be in Europe, running around in an evening dress while being shot at by foreign operatives right now?"
“Or something,” Felicia echoed, watching as he settled in. Her tablet pinged a string of notifications, which she frowned at, muted, and flipped face down. “That’s next week. Just boring tax fraud at the moment,” Felicia said casually. “What’re you in the city for? Walking the elderly across the street duty?”
"I rescued a cat from a tree twenty minutes ago, so I'm officially off-duty." He gave her a sideways grin before taking a sip.
"That work to break time distribution sounds about right for law enforcement," she teased back, wrinkling her nose at him as she took a sip of her own drink. "Speaking of a better topic, how is the wolf doing? Diabetic yet?"
"If Sharon has anything to say about it... she keeps feeding him junk." Kane said with a shake of his head. "I really need to start locking my door."
Felicia paused in lowering her drink, staring at him. "You don't. Lock your door."
"I'm single in a mansion with advanced security and a wolf who likes to roam around when I'm asleep. I kinda can't right now."
"What does being single have to do-" Felicia said before her brain could catch up, obviously still producing a high pitched noise at the concept of not locking your doors. "Wait no no don't answer that. Unless you want to purchase enough booze to make me forget what you say, don't answer that."
"The worst someone could do is catch me in a compromising position with a stuffed unicorn or a bowl of Kraft Dinner." He said and winked at her.
"Okay, but that's worse," Felicia memed, making a face that was definitely not on the appropriate list her esthetician gave her. "You see how... nevermind. Chris! Hi. Another, on his tab this time please, no rush but like a little rush but only because this man is terrible thank you."
"I know that. I have to serve him." Chris joked as he headed back to the bar.
"They're all now trained by Briar, I swear." Kane mock-groused.
"I think you just inspire them," Felicia answered, never kindly, as she patted his hand. She winked at Chris' reflection as she caught his smirk.
"When the only common element in all of the scenarios is youself, it's likely youself... I know." Kane took a sip from his pint. "So other than my non-existent love life, what do you want to talk about?"
Felicia lolled her head at him, grinning, as the sound of ice and liquor on steel filled the room. "You came into my gin joint, you tell me," she quipped back. "Otherwise we're stuck talking about how you incite bartenders."
"Well, let's see. I recently threw a kid into a cell because I discovered they had Brotherhood connections. Now they've left the mansion, so... you know, I got that going for me."
"Yeah?" Felicia asked as her drink dropped. "Would you do it again? Also, what's your shot again? Chris, what's his shot, make it two unless it's terrible."
"Crown Royale, Chris." Kane said with a gesture. "And yeah. We needed to be sure and someone needed to be the bad guy. Doesn't make me feel any better though, eh?"
Felicia gave a slight twitch but nodded at Chris' raised eyebrow, accepting her fate. "Look. Very, very far be it for me to talk about bad and good or morals in general. We know I don't have them. But my personal opinion is you feel bad enough that you must have been doing the right thing and the only answer now is some poor life choices involving alcohol."
"You have that stitched on a pillow somewhere, don't you?"
Garrison walked into Original Kirby's, waving at a couple of the regulars he knew. The bar had been embraced by District-X, in part for the quality and in part for the efforts of the staff and owners to create a safe, inclusive space for visible mutants. The FBI field office wasn't that far away, so walking in for a drink after work, especially when Snow Valley and XFI people dropped in just made sense.
The swish of the door closing had Felicia flicking her gaze up to the reflection in the wall mirror, a small smile at the familiar, mostly agreeable face that she caught. Dismissing her tablet screen for an unassuming article on the upcoming London and Paris fashion weeks, she mimicked the motion in the opposite direction, looking over her shoulder at him. "You lost? They don't have Moosehead on tap here," she asked innocently.
"I know that. The bar can't always be Harry's. Coming here makes me cosmopolitan. Or something." He waved to Chris as he took a seat across from her. The man came over after a moment with a pint of steam beer from Brooklyn Brewery. "Aren't you supposed to be in Europe, running around in an evening dress while being shot at by foreign operatives right now?"
“Or something,” Felicia echoed, watching as he settled in. Her tablet pinged a string of notifications, which she frowned at, muted, and flipped face down. “That’s next week. Just boring tax fraud at the moment,” Felicia said casually. “What’re you in the city for? Walking the elderly across the street duty?”
"I rescued a cat from a tree twenty minutes ago, so I'm officially off-duty." He gave her a sideways grin before taking a sip.
"That work to break time distribution sounds about right for law enforcement," she teased back, wrinkling her nose at him as she took a sip of her own drink. "Speaking of a better topic, how is the wolf doing? Diabetic yet?"
"If Sharon has anything to say about it... she keeps feeding him junk." Kane said with a shake of his head. "I really need to start locking my door."
Felicia paused in lowering her drink, staring at him. "You don't. Lock your door."
"I'm single in a mansion with advanced security and a wolf who likes to roam around when I'm asleep. I kinda can't right now."
"What does being single have to do-" Felicia said before her brain could catch up, obviously still producing a high pitched noise at the concept of not locking your doors. "Wait no no don't answer that. Unless you want to purchase enough booze to make me forget what you say, don't answer that."
"The worst someone could do is catch me in a compromising position with a stuffed unicorn or a bowl of Kraft Dinner." He said and winked at her.
"Okay, but that's worse," Felicia memed, making a face that was definitely not on the appropriate list her esthetician gave her. "You see how... nevermind. Chris! Hi. Another, on his tab this time please, no rush but like a little rush but only because this man is terrible thank you."
"I know that. I have to serve him." Chris joked as he headed back to the bar.
"They're all now trained by Briar, I swear." Kane mock-groused.
"I think you just inspire them," Felicia answered, never kindly, as she patted his hand. She winked at Chris' reflection as she caught his smirk.
"When the only common element in all of the scenarios is youself, it's likely youself... I know." Kane took a sip from his pint. "So other than my non-existent love life, what do you want to talk about?"
Felicia lolled her head at him, grinning, as the sound of ice and liquor on steel filled the room. "You came into my gin joint, you tell me," she quipped back. "Otherwise we're stuck talking about how you incite bartenders."
"Well, let's see. I recently threw a kid into a cell because I discovered they had Brotherhood connections. Now they've left the mansion, so... you know, I got that going for me."
"Yeah?" Felicia asked as her drink dropped. "Would you do it again? Also, what's your shot again? Chris, what's his shot, make it two unless it's terrible."
"Crown Royale, Chris." Kane said with a gesture. "And yeah. We needed to be sure and someone needed to be the bad guy. Doesn't make me feel any better though, eh?"
Felicia gave a slight twitch but nodded at Chris' raised eyebrow, accepting her fate. "Look. Very, very far be it for me to talk about bad and good or morals in general. We know I don't have them. But my personal opinion is you feel bad enough that you must have been doing the right thing and the only answer now is some poor life choices involving alcohol."
"You have that stitched on a pillow somewhere, don't you?"
