Just the scent of her drink being made was enough to have her calm down for the moment. If it were any other occasion, she would probably ask for a glass of wine to really get her going but with the place not even being packed, she need not to worry about anyone coming in and being such a disturbance. Awaiting for the drink to finalize and be given to her, she took this moment to roll her neck and crack it so that the tenseness could disappear for a bit. Cinder did not expect to feel much stress on her body, but it’s only natural given that she has so much to do with the short time that she has in Beacon. Having a master plan to burn down a high class school takes so much, but she can manage it all in a short amount of time.
As ’ excited ’ as she was to talk to the man, she was disappointed to see how little interest he had in wanting to talk to new customers and such. Of course, that could just be her ( since she is sort of radiating this unpleasant aura ) but it’s not as though she’s that difficult to speak to. With a rather soothing voice like her own - such a narcissist she is - and a smile that could probably kill a man, she’s starting to believe that it’s the mask that makes her seem like she’s out of place. Nonetheless, she will refuse to take it off as her identity will be revealed once the mask is off. There’s no doubt that Roman has slipped up while in this part of town, and accidentally revealed the faces of those that he works for ( wouldn’t have been the first time anyways .. ).
Minutes have passed by and it seems like the man has finished getting her drink ready. With a smile on her face, slender digits wrapped around the cold glass and she gripped onto it so that she may lift it up; placing crimson lips on the rim and tipping the glass back so that she may take a sip of her beverage. It was definitely worth the wait, and she can honestly admit that this had to be one of the best bloody mary’s she’s had in a while. Posing as a student while being an actual adult is so tiresome and it takes away any fun from going out and having a few drinks with Mercury and Emerald. — As side tracked she may be, Cinder was still very determined to find out if the man knew anything of the weapons that the general has put out ( and no she does not need to hear what he has already said the to the people ).
❝ Thank you for the drink. Say, what’s your take on the whole .. new military stuff that’s being put up? ❞
Here begins the small talk that she definitely was not looking forward to.
She was pleased. He tried not to make it visible, but Junior couldn’t help but release a sigh of relief out the corner of his mouth. Hopefully the drink would keep her occupied for the moment, long enough for his composure to return at least. Unfortunately, it appeared no one new was coming through the doors any time soon. The bear had been putting it off; guess the ice had to be broken eventually... stay cool, she was just another woman in black. Ladies LOVED their little black dresses, she was no different, right?
Seems she made the first move.
Atlas, huh? Who DIDN’T want to know about them?
“My pleasure -- oh, you mean the occupation force? Well, it’s got some people nervous as hell, and others giddy as schoolgirls. Me though? I don’t really mind, so long as they don’t overstay their welcome. I doubt Atlas is going to try anything funny, but with this much firepower, along with pressure from the white fang? Man, I’ll be surprised if something doesn’t go wrong.”
Junior finished his comment with a flick of the wrist, checking his watch. Vytal Festivities were scheduled to pick up right about now. Damn shame. If it was this slow now he might just close up early and call it a night after a few more hours (his slacker employees would just be elated to hear that).
Absolute dumbasses, the lot of them.
Though, they were his dumbasses.
“So... don’t suppose you’re from Vale, hm? Can’t say I’ve seen you ‘round here before. Name’s Junior, if you didn’t know already.” He spoke, figuring an informal introduction may begin to sate the other’s desire to converse. “-Mind me asking why you’re not at the festival? Don’t get me wrong, I’d much rather you (and your money) be here, just curious, that’s all.”
Casually resting his hands on the bartop, the bear leaned forward slightly, head remaining level. Rolling shoulders pushed against the back of his vest, and he too indulged in a momentary neck roll. Junior felt a little less on edge about dealing with the woman, yet still felt something amiss, like his gut was trying to tell him something. Was it akin to the feeling he got speaking with Torchwick? Nah, nothing like that. This felt... worse, however, somehow more subtle.
Maybe he was just overreacting.
Hopefully.
