|Location||The Sloppy Pony - Mutant Town|
|Summary||Lexie meets the newest bartender at the Pony.|
| There used to be glass in the heavy old frame of the door, but now several boards serve to keep the vermin out -- or, do they? You made it in.
An old hitching post greets patrons along the wall by the door, right next to a broken old jukebox that's just for show. The room itself is narrow and long, with mismatched chairs crowded around a couple (literally, two) small tables and a few crates dispersed elsewhere to sit on, but mostly it's all dancefloor, baby. The bar itself must be original, because despite it's dilapidated condition it's actually fairly well-kitted. There's a couple beers on tap, even. A sink, with shoddy plumbing, but it's a sink, coupled with a fridge whose light is always flickering, but keeps bottles icy cold. Thanks to the kid behind the bar, the collection of poisons to pick from is growing, too.There's a dartboard at the back, with darts available from the bar staff upon request, and tacks to pin up your choice of photograph to toss at. Right next to it is the door leading upstairs to the proprietor's office/living quarters, pockmarcked by stray dart-holes. The peeling paint and mold seeping through the ceiling are barely even noticeable in the dim light from the hanging, singular string bulbs around the place. Less so after a drink or three, so bottoms up!
| It is a winter evening. The weather is cold and fair.|
Evening has come and that means the bars are open- The Sloppy Pony being no exception. Being its a week-day, the bar isn't full by any means. Still, this is Mutant Town- and many a person is disenfranchised these days. The bar is a perfect place to relax after a day of all that nonsense.
Behind the bar a newer face in Mutant Town stands: Raquel Isidoro. She's wearing a T-Shirt which proudly proclaims that she is both a mutant, and proud of that fact. Currently, she's wiping down the bar as tends to what few customers have decided it was time for a drink.
Lexie is a regular at /all/ hours. Her work means that she can be doing crazy stuff at any time of day, which in turn means that sometimes she's at the Pony getting some info in the middle of the afternoon. Weekday evening? Even easier. She flings herself onto a barstool with an immediate air of dramatics and props her chin in her hands as she watches Raquel wipe down the bar. "You're new," she declares.
Raquel flashes a bright smile to Lexie, nodding. "Yes." she offers with that obvious accent of her's speaking of Brazilian beaches. "I'm Raquel." she introduces herself, "Welcome to the Sloppy Pony- what can I get you?" she asks, as she turns to face the as of yet unknown customer.
Alexandra doesn't order a drink. Instead, her eyes go wide with immediate, speculative delight. "Oh my God, your /accent/," she says, because surely Raquel's never heard /that/ one before. She leans forward, her whole manner transforming with interest. "Where are you from?"
"Sao Paulo, Brazil." Raquel offers next, with that same bright smile stuck on her face. "You like it, yes?" she wonders- Raquel's accent is obvious, but her English clear- she forms the words well that its not difficult to understand. "Very different than Brookyln, no?" she wonders, as she begins to wipe down some of the glasses- just making sure everything is as clean as possible in a dive like the Pony. "So, you have me at a disadvantage- do you have a name?"
"Nope," Lexie says with a widening grin. "I'm totally nameless. It's super sad." Her own accent broadens a bit to her natural Jersey roots; most of the time it's fairly muted, but she lets it play a little across her words. "I /do/ like it," she adds of Raquel's much more distantly-rooted accent.
"Well, that is most unfortunate. I'd rather love to call you by name, Ms. Nameless." Raquel offers with that same smile still on that face. "However, this is a bar- so.. " she shrugs, "I just serve the drinks. And thank you- yours is lovely, as well. I've always found the many different American accents to be very curious."
"Oh my God," Lexie says with another cackle. "That is definitely the first time anyone's ever called my Jersey accent 'lovely.'" She tips her head, considering Raquel with a curve of her smile. "Lexie," she says, a little belatedly. "That's my name, I mean. Alexandra. Everyone calls me Lexie."
"A pleasure to meet you, Alexandra.. Lexie. Ola." Raquel replies with that same brightness to her tone. "So, how about a drink? We have beer, or I can mix a drink with the liquor." she begins, "Unfortunately, I can not make my famous Caiprinha as we have no Cachaca. I can mix something else though, whatever you'd like!" she does seem dedicated to getting some work done. "And why not call the American accents lovely? It is an obvious thing to the ear. Language is quite beautiful."
"Most people don't appreciate the dulcet tones of the Jersey accent." Except when Lexie is purposefully feeding into it like that, it's more like 'Joisy.' "Everything around NYC and Jersey's got that sort of nasal twang that seems to grate on people. I dunno." She gnaws on her bottom lip, considering options. "Surprise me," she decides. "Something with tequila."
With a smile, Raquel gives a hop and grabs the tequila. She moves with a certain grace as she adds some fruit mixer and crushes some ice. She shakes it all up before mixing in a little triple sec. Its poured into a cocktail glass- salt and lime offered in little bowls. "Margarita it is!" she offers as she slides it over. "Hope you like it."
"There are few things on this Earth that I love more than a margarita," Lexie declares with solemn humor. She pulls the glass over, fingers brushing Raquel's briefly before they slide back. "How long have you been in town?"
"A few years- my parents live in Greenwich. My father teaches at the University- linguistics. We moved here after I was put in a state school back in Brazil." Raquel offers. "I've only just moved into Mutant Town, though. If people are going to basically force other mutants into the ghetto, I will join them." she says with a certain pride.
Lexie's smile goes a little crooked at Raquel's pride. "You know, somehow my family's just not down for it when /I/ put it like that," she says. She slurps down a bit of margarita and then wonders a little abruptly, "What do you do?"
"Oh, it is not so interesting as some- I am a specimen of human peak ability. I am as strong as the strongest human man. I am as fast as the fastest human man. I can run as long as the best long distance runner. I am basically a sure shot to win gold in every athletic and physical Olympic category. I also tend to heal faster than most humans- we discovered this when I broke my spine in a car accident back in Sao Paulo. The doctor's said I would never walk again, but within half a year it was as if it never happened." Raquel explains with an easy smile. "My parents are not happy with my decision, of course. They are worried about me being here- they hear the stories and worry deeply, but I am not afraid. I will stand with others like me, even if I could probably get away with living among people not like us without any effort. It wouldn't be right to live apart from others who are forced by others because of what they are- particularly since I am the same thing." she notes, as she goes back to wiping down the bar with an easy smile.
"Huh. My boyfriend's super strong, but he's not any faster than anybody else." Lexie eyes Raquel consideringly as she sucks down margarita through her straw. "Oh, yeah, my parents are terrified all the time," she says breezily, flapping her hand. "My brother loves talking about the 'mutant ghetto' and everything."
"I just represent the whole of human ability, just without the practice." Raquel says, "Or the effort. I can see why some people might find me upsetting- it throws in the face of all that hard work. What does it mean if someone can do things like I do, let alone well beyond the scope of humanity." Raquel notes. "Oh, my parents just call me everyday to make sure I'm still alive and haven't been raped. I keep telling them, nothing to worry about- I've been treated well here by most people."
"My parents really just want the best for me. Its why we left Brazil, and I think they feel guilty since even in the famous United States, I'm still going to have to work hard to make a good life." Raquel continues, face still turned into a happy, friendly smile. "What about you? I'm always curious to hear how the genetic lottery played out with other mutants."
Alexandra offers her hand, palm up, to Raquel. She also waggles her eyebrows, which is kind of a ridiculous expression. "Do you want to feel?" she wonders, just a /little/ suggestively.
"Feel?" Raquel wonders with a bit of curiosity, before she reaches out to take Alexandra's hand with her own. Soft hands, with some callous on the fingertips telling of playing a stringed instrument. "What am I feeling?" The young woman asks with her sunshine-sweet Brazilian accent of hers.
Alexandra brushes a thumb over the back of Raquel's hand. It doesn't feel particularly mutational. But then she sparks a little bit of electricity against the other woman's skin, like a static shock but gentler. Lexie watches Raquel's expression with a widening grin. "Me, of course."
Raquel's eyes open quite wide as she can feel that odd sensation of static-not-static as it slides across that smooth, naturally tanned skin. "Nossa!" she exclaims in Portuguese, before grinning wide over to Alexandra- those shining brown eyes sparkling as she looks to Lexie with that bright smile. "What is that? It feels.. electric!"
"That's because it is." Lexie pulls her hand back so that Raquel can better see the visual of electricity crackling between her fingers. "Electrokinetic. Got it from my dad." The tiny little lightning seems to dance across her knuckles as she slowly twists her hand around.
"Vixe Maria!" Raquel says, giving a clap of her hands. "That is outstanding!" she exclaims with a bright grin. "My abilities seem boring compared to this sort of thing! Amazing!" she nods, with a quiet excitement. "What does it feel like? To you?"
Alexandra not-so-subtly tosses her hair back over one shoulder, luxuriating a bit in the compliments. "Well, it's hard to remember what stuff felt like /before/ I had it, you know? But it's like -- I dunno, like a current /in/ me. And I can kind of sense it all around me. Electronics, I mean. I can do it with my eyes closed. It's like the world is kind of -- lit up."
"Wow!" Raquel enthuses, "That is very cool." she notes with a nod of her head. "I can only imagine how that must feel. Like a sixth sense." she remarks as she beams bright, a clear joy shining across those features. "I wish I could know what that is like- to know a whole different kind of world." she sighs wistfully, smiling all the same. "And to know so easily if someone has eyes on you. That would be nice- I keep wishing I could know that. Its always creeped me out that someone could be recording me almost any time."
"Well, I can't really tell /that/," Lexie says, smile turning wry. "I mean, most people have them in and on at any given moment; it's kind of just a general buzz around me. It's good for dropping a tail, though -- I can get a good sense of what's around me."
Nodding again, Raquel takes a moment and thinks on that. "Well, that's annoying... a tail?" she then wonders, blinking with a kind of innocence. "You have a tail, also?" Raquel wonders as she leans over the bar to take a peek at Lexie's rear, "You hide it well!"
For a moment Lexie looks blank, and then she barks out a laugh. "Oh my God. No. Not that sort of tail. Like someone following me sort of tail." She grins. "I'm a PI, it happens."
"Oh! A tail means to be followed?" Although Raquel's command of the language is pretty good- it seems there is some colloquialisms that she hasn't picked up in her few years here. "What does a PI do?" she wonders next, "I am not familiar with this job." she admits, as she rests her elbows on the bar and leans into cupped hands- listening close to what Lexie has to say. "Is it an exciting job?"
"Yeah. Tail someone. Or you've got a tail." Lexie looks perfectly happy to be a source of new vocabulary for Raquel. "Private investigator. It basically means people can pay me to investigate whatever they want. It's private because I'm not a cop or paid by the government, I guess." She smirks. "To be honest, a lot of it can be pretty boring. Lots of sitting around and waiting. Or taking photos of people screwing behind their spouse's back."
"Oh, I see. I don't understand why someone would cheat on a spouse- but.. I suppose I'd want to know if my partner were cheating on me." Raquel notes, with a quiet nod. "That sounds like an interesting job, though. I always wanted to compete in Jiu-Jitsu professionally. But, of course, I'm banned from competition because of my genes." she gives a little shrug. "So now, I have to figure out what to do with the rest of my life. I don't know if I'd be any good as a Private Investigator, though. I'm sort of the sort to get upset for someone else if I saw them being taken advantage like that- cheating on them and such."
"You don't--" Lexie starts to say, immediately baffled. Her expression shades somewhere between amused and pitying. "Yeah, probably not the job for you, then," she says. "I mean -- fuck, /I've/ got a temper. But if I'm already hired to take the photos, the person's getting nailed to the wall for it already."
"I don't mind tending bar, but its not exactly the career I'm looking for." Raquel notes with that smile as she leans back, "Refill?" she wonders, nodding towards Lexie's drink- pushing that alcohol like it was her job. Which it is. "Do your clients know you're a mutant?" she wonders next, "Or, do you just keep that to yourself?"
"Oh my God. I am, like -- the /opposite/ of subtle," Lexie says with a snort. "A lot of mutants would /rather/ have another mutant working on their case, so there's that." She slides her empty glass back over in a welcome gesture at the offer. "If you're looking for more work, you could come work for X-Factor Solutions. I do some jobs there. It's a lot of -- different kind of stuff."
"Yeah, I put myself down to be called if something came up I could help with at X-Factor." Raquel says with a nod of her head as she goes and mixes up a new margarita for Lexie- pouring out with ease. She's clearly made a lot of these. Its like its muscle memory. "Thing is, I'm not really sure what kind of work I'd get with them. I do need the money though- not a lot of tips in Mutant Town. I get it, though. Its hard all around." she says with a shrug, "At least the rent is cheap."
"At least," Lexie agrees with a dry twist of her mouth. "Well, the kind of work that comes in -- kind of runs the gamut. It's a little ridiculous some of the weird shit that comes through." She takes the new drink Raquel slides over and lifts it to sip.
"What kind of things does X-Factor do? I mean, I'm not even really sure. I wasn't even sure what kind of questions to ask- I just figured it be a good idea to have something on the side." Raquel admits, "Weird? Weird how?" she wonders now, again focusing almost completely on Lexie- brown eyes locked on Lexie's eyes as she again takes that position of complete attention: Elbows on the bar as she leans in to rest on her hands.
Alexandra flits her fingers in a quick handflap. "Anything from hunting down bounties to messing with Russian mutant mobsters to carting weirdo top secret science things across the country." She sips on her margarita another moment before adding, "But Jeremy'll only give you jobs you're comfy with."
Raquel nods, smiling still. "Wow! That sounds rather exciting. I mean, I don't think I'm really comfortable with the Russian mob, but.. it does sound exciting." There is a kind of curious lilt to Raquel's voice- a thoughtful thing. "I'm guessing I should learn how to better defend myself, though. I'm pretty good with my fists, but... maybe I should learn to shoot a gun or something." she mentions, "Not sure where I could even learn how to do that." she mentions then, "Is the money good, though?"
"I mean, probably more than half the people working for X-Factor could teach you the basics. Myself included." Lexie lifts her chin, looking breezily self-assured. "You're better off with a stinger, though; you can actually take that out of your house. NYC's kind of strict about their guns." She snorts at Raquel's question before she can stop herself. "I mean -- he's building a business. It's not a full-time gig. But it's fair for the jobs you get."
"A.. stinger?" Raquel wonders now, clearly not well versed in weapons. "This is a type of gun?" she asks. "Are they expensive? I am trying to not ask my parents for money. I don't want them to think I can't take care of myself. They shouldn't have to worry any more than they do."
"Well, they're a little like having me in your pocket," Lexie says, grin widening even farther with a sort of internal delight at her own joke. "Cheaper than a real piece, at least."
Raquel laughs- a musical sound. "Ah! To shock them, yes!" she says with a bright smile. "I will see about buying one. Perhaps I will be able to afford one next month. This month, I have just moved into my apartment. They wanted two months up front." she nods, "I will ask you to teach me, then. I would look good with a piece, yes? On the hip?" Raquel wonders as she takes a step back from the bar to go into a pose with pointed finger and cocked hip. "A dangerous girl!"
"I'm sure if you pose /just/ like that with it you'll look super dangerous," Lexie agrees, biting back a laugh.
"Of course, I will. It is how the spy girls do it in the movies." Raquel replies, with a wide and playful grin. "Bang! Bang!" She says as she makes a playful 'shooting' motion with her fingers before turning back to the lone patron in the bar this evening. "I will be the most dangerous." She teases. Its difficult to see Raquel as dangerous- she seems far too friendly to be a true danger to anyone.
"I dunno. I know a whole bunch of dangerous people." Lexie offers a wink before she's downing the rest of her margarita. "I've gotta go meet up with some of them, in fact. But I'll probably see you around, between here and X-Factor."
"That'll be ten dollars." Raquel notes, "Two margaritas at five dollars each." she says, still focused on her job it seems- even with the bit of fun. "I hope you enjoyed them! It was a pleasure to get to know you, Lexie."
Alexandra looks briefly suspicious of Raquel pulling her leg, then slides over the payment happily from her Eye to the bar tab. (With tip. She's a good tipper.) "See you around," she says, her grin just a little flirtatious before she saunters out."See yah!" Raquel says, giving a happy wave and a hop as she takes the money and puts it in the till- pocketing her tip. A nice tip indeed!