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[queendestra]

Ah, there's Destra. Cutting class again. NuPhysics? Who needs that? Numbers and charts and symbols shouldn't be such an integral part of blowing shit up and saving people. SeriouslySo, there she is, sitting at a table somewhat near the door. In one hand she has a smoldering cigarette and in the other, a soup spoon. On top of the table sits a rather

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[bloodtie]

Like a moth to a flame, if there's food, Basche'll find it. As such, he wanders on in to Hollister's, and has himself a seat at the bar. There doesn't seem to be any wait staff around, however, and he sits there biding his time for about five minutes before he turns back to the only other person in here, who happens to be Destra.

"...is there anybody tending bar, today?" Was SHE tending bar? Very strange. She had food, so probably not...

[queendestra]

Destra looks up over her sunglasses while gently blowing on a spoonful of soop. After swallowing it, she leans back and puffs on the cigarette.

"Well, there was. Guess you're just too late." She says, giving him a look that most definitely says 'hey I'm checking you out, sup.'

[bloodtie]

Here, let's have a bit of an introduction: pretty girl, meet mostly oblivious man old enough to be your Dad.

He nods.

"I suppose so..." and looks from the doorway into the kitchen again. "Hrm."

Then, he gets up.

"Well, thank you." And heads back towards the door. He was ravenously hungry, and nobody on shift? Eff this.

[queendestra]

"Wha-hey!" Destra shifts a bit, sitting up straight. "You can sit with me, I'll give you some of mine. Really, this is a freaking huge bowl of soup, and I'm not all that hungry..."

Oh, please, hot manly-man with scar! Stay!

"I'll give you my crackers, too." And so she wiggles the little pack of pilot bread!

[invisible_thief]

The bell hanging at the door eventually jangles when another patron steps in, shaking the rain from his coat. Still kinda new to the Nexus, Skinner had taken to poking around through different portals and noticed the one to this particular world was somewhat popular with other Nexusgoers. And what do you know, it was a version of jolly old London! He knew this place like none other! Er, except for the part about it being overrun with those automobiles, unusual electric street lamps and other such curiousities. Hrmm. Since being in the League, the thief had learned to take new, strange things in stride, but even this was a bit much.

So retreating into what was obviously a pub was in order. Doesn't matter if it's some fancy-shmancy future pub, it's a pub. Those will always be familiar territory no matter what timeframe you're from

[queendestra]

When the strange walking jacket and hat enters, it's a little while after Basch leaves. Destra's working on some kind of girly, fruity drink that just happens to be pink. Huh.

She feels a set of eyes on her and grins around her straw, having that strange feeling that it's coming from the levitating jacket and hat.

"Well, this is definitely a Nexus establishment, what with clothes wandering about." Destra says in a slightly louder tone, to make sure the thief hears her.

[invisible_thief]

Er, guess the shadows and keeping the hat low and all didn't work as well as he hoped. Ah well, she's apparently used to this via the Nexus' weirdness, so he tips his hat, now in a polite greeting.

"'Allo! Lovely weather we're 'avin', eh?" A gloved hand points back out the window, indicating the cold rain that had begun to fall just before he came wandering in. "An' is this a Nexus-related business? Well, then I guess my luck 'asn't given out on me jus' yet! I jus' came in 'ere to get outta the rain." And escape the unexpectedly futuristic society out there. But shh. He will not admit to that. "No idear it was someplace tha' takes the visibly-challenged so well in stride."

As Skinner continued to talk, he got up from his seat and wandered a little over to Destra's table. The hat tilts a little to one side and the gloved finger points at the chair across from her. "May I? Looks to me you could use a bit o' company."

[queendestra]

Of course she's used to this; there are invisible students at her school. And, to return the greeting, she nods and lifts a few fingers off of her glass in a sort-of wave.

"Good 'ol London weather, hm? Yes, this is a Nexus business." She says with a nod, and crosses her legs.

When the jacket and hat move over to the table, Destra puts her arm out in an inviting gesture. "Oh, by all means, go ahead." And yay, another sip 'o the drink. "So, do you have a name, Mr. Invisible?"

[blackhole_son]

The pub door swings open, followed by none other than Bobby Lane. He has a guitar case on his back, cords wrapped around his shoulder, and is dragging a rather large amplifier behind him.

He begins setting up his equipment on the pub's stage. Looks like he's going to play a set! :D

Bobby is dressed in beat up jeans, black Adio skate shoes, and an unzipped orange hoodie over a black Social Distortion t-shirt.

[queendestra]

"Hey there, hot stuff!" Destra calls out from her spot, waving just a little. It's good to see a familiar (and handsome) face.

"You taking requests tonight, by any chance?"

[blackhole_son]

Once Bobby has his stuff set up, he walks over to her table and grabs a seat, fishing a marker and a sheet of paper out of his pocket.

"Well, I'm about to do my set list right now, so sure. I can fit a few extra songs in there. Long as they don't take much more than a guitar to play."

He grins at her and starts writing out the list.

"So, what's been up with you?"

[queendestra]

"I'll pick some simple songs. Though, if you need percussion, I can bang on the table, or something. I've been told that I have a decent musical ear."

Destra smiles and watches Bobby.

"Oh, same 'ol, same 'ol... cutting class, working on getting expelled. The usual. And you?"

[knight_eros]

And here's the fourth eligible bachelor of the evening. He's still in uniform and this demands that his movements be described as "sweeping," what with all that cloth.

Boredom's struck, and he wants something new in the way of taverns. And chicks.

He takes a seat on a stool, shifting his sword belt around so it's more comfortable. ...And while he's at it, how could he not spare a long, appraising glance at Destra?

[queendestra]

Destra watches him come in, and catches the glance. And thus, she grins, shifting herself to give him a little bit more to look at.

She winks from behind her sunglasses and takes a sip of her drink, skillfully managing to turn the simple action into horrendously flirtatous gesture.

[knight_eros]

Not one to ignore such an obvious invitation, Kyle moves closer to Destra. "This seat taken?"

Regardless of her response, he makes himself at home, giving her a very broad smile. "You come here often?" Smoooooth.

[queendestra]

Bachelor number four earns a sly grin from Destra. "Well, you weren't going to take 'no' for an answer, anyways." She laughs lightly, twirling a lock of dark hair around her index finger.

"No, actually not. This is my first time here. And yourself, sir, uh... knight? And what do you do to your hair? It's lovely."

[demonofdomremy]

Yuri's never been one for tact. Of course, the only two bars he ever visited in England, involved drunks, Japanese secret agents and a peddler with Mata Hari's favorite catsuit. It makes sense that he doesn't expect much from this one, either.

Thus, he acts almost too relaxed. He lays back in his sit, his legs straightened out under the table. His black jacket is unzipped halfway, revealing his chest, and there's a half-empty bottle of vodka on his table. You could say he's plastered.

Except that he isn't. He looks around the bar with curiosity, his expression is lively and his eyes are too sharp for someone drunk. He's curious and looking around the place.

And he sure as hell makes an occasional glance in Destra's direction.