Suspiciously Tall Women
@nawlinscharm
"Sorry, kid," says the barwoman, "but if I don't see an ID, you're not getting anything to drink." Jimmy huffs, annoyed, and fishes his wallet out of the breastpocket of his leather jacket.
He's been around here, this world, for almost two years, and it's still kind of a novelty that he actually owns an ID. Wouldn't have been possible, where he's from - why would a mutie need papers? Not like they're human, or have any rights, etcetera. But these are different surroundings, and Jimmy now has an ID, one that isn't stamped with the fact he's a mutant, either - and shows that he's 22.
The barwoman nods, sends him an apologetic smile. "What can I serve you?"
"Whisky," Jimmy orders, not entirely sure why - he doesn't particularly like the stuff, and getting drunk is sorta out of the question unless he starts chugging the entire bottle. But his father used to drink it, and... it's been that sorta day, he guesses. He feels... out of place, and itchy. He misses... he misses being a mutant, damnit, he misses fighting in a team. It seemed like a brilliant idea, to just get a job and lay low, live a normal life, but Jimmy finds he's gotten... bored. Maybe what he needs is a distraction. A good fight, or a good fuck. Been a while he's chased after casual sex, and that should help with the itch, right? Not like this bar has much to offer in that aspect, he thinks as he scans the crowd, the barwoman putting down the whiskey in front of him and then moving on to the next customer. Maybe a fight, then... although, long as he’s in uniform, he needs to be careful with that sorta thing.
Jimmy sighs, loosens the red tie of his security guard uniform, fighting to keep his expression under control as he sniffs the glass - alcohol still smells vile to his sensitive nose. Then the door to the bar opens, and another smell enters the air, a mix of sweet perfumes. Jimmy turns his head, watches the group of women coming in, their voices a low murmur in the background, then giggling, and one of them moves to sit at the bar while the rest of them sit down at a table. The one who is now sitting on a bar stool is the one who Jimmy would've picked out of the group as the most interesting one. She's wearing a form-fitting dress with a high slit, showcasing long legs and dangerous looking high heels. Damn, but she's beautiful, hair carefully coiffed into a masterful weave, long gloves covering her hands and arms, and it’s only when she looks back at him, meets his gaze, red lips moving into a knowing smirk, that Jimmy knows he's just been caught staring.
Oh, well then... Jimmy stands, glass of whiskey in hand, and moves along the bar until he stands right next to her. "Hi, I'm Jimmy," he introduces himself with an easy smile, sliding into the stool next to her, "you're gorgeous, let me buy you a drink?"
