one bourbon, one scotch, and one beer [Kate]

[tricksthetreat]

Back in Vegas, waaaaaay off the strip, there's a dive bar. Actually, dive might be generous, considering the clientele consisted of alcoholics, alcoholics, and possibly alcoholic bums. The wood on the floor is that dark, glowing wood that bespoke of decades of mops and buckets and sawdust, cleaned up vomit, blood and a hundred other things that

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[girlsolo]

Magnus mentioned this place last night, and Kate's still in a drinking mood, just not in a drinking mood. Drinking alone's nothing new for her and it won't last long, probably, even if she's wearing the leave me the fuck alone face. Someone'll brave it.

Turns out it's the bartender, and even in Kate's blackest moods, those get special treatment. Never piss off the person pouring the liquor if you can help it. That's like rule number one, especially in a place this size. Wouldn't take long for her to get blackballed.

She eyes up the bartender and smiles all the way into her eyes. "Giving the roomies a little privacy and having a little of my own, I guess. Heard this was a good place to tip a few back."

[tricksthetreat]

Wow. Sullen and angry to a smile that went all the way, Trixa was duly impressed. This was obviously a woman who knew how to bluff and do it well. She respected it, even if she didn't buy it for a New York minute.

"That it is, with some of the best cooks on the island, lunches and dinners, some breakfasts, too. New I take it?"

[girlsolo]

"Less than a week, and it's already a week too long," Kate agrees, and the bitterness of it rolls over her tongue like eating lime peel. She shrugs it aside, since she's going home, even if she has to dig her way there with her fingernails.

She tips her chin to the interior of the bar, then offers a smile back to the bartender herself. "This place is kind of an oasis in Hell." And the bartender's pretty damned fine herself. "Name's Kate Freelander."

[tricksthetreat]

"Trixa Iktomi." She offered her hand, filing the name and face away in her little internal rolodex. Freelander, Kate. Good with the poker face, hates the island, hasn't been here longer to embrace the prison life while she digs a tunnel out. Not that Trixa was exactly settling in, she was still having her own issues, but she's the bartender, not the woman at the bar.

"And 'oasis in Hell' isn't the best term, more like... deluxe padded cell in the asylum. Have people told you about the tricks yet?"