Man In Black I

[Bea]

"You busk?" Bea replied, black brows drawing together in confusion.

"I assume that's some kind of regional slang, but you really don't look like an escort. Unless...that's the whole appeal," Bea continued, using her trigger finger to draw an imaginary circle around the other woman.

"If that's true, I know a client who would like you. If not, then I'll buy you a second drink. Corpses know, I wouldn't take kindly to someone that I thought was insulting me. A source of alcohol, however, is rarely insulting."

And, as if to punctuate the point, the bartender slid a shot of tequila and a pina colada in front of the two women.

[Star]

Okay, this guy just talked to the table. And never ordered that sidecar.

"Can I connect dots? Bro, I can number them before I connect them. So you're taking on some big business? What is this, Fight Club? You gonna blow up Credit Suisse?" A hand came up, long fingers forming an outward palm. "Don't answer that. Plausible deniability."

The fingers fell to drum on the table. Which hadn't answered.

"Why don't you just see where the CEO takes his mud baths at and go slap him around?"

Because Big Guy.

[Tuesday]

"No...it means I play guitar for tips." confused Unicorn is confused. "But thanks? For thinking I could be a hooker." but this chick hadn't seen Faye or Varyx. They're the boombshell sex on legs types. So Tuesday didn't know how much the complement(?) counted.

Badass, dangerous chick that talks about corpses casually. Sure. She'll have that drink.

"I was trying for funny. Sometimes my funnies fail." a careless shrug. "As for why I'm allowed here...." hazels slip over the thieves hanging around the shadowed corners. ""Well. They are like little bebes. That give me a nice slice of their shinnies. You know. To add to my magpie collection."

She thought about stealing the women's tequila shot, but pulled the pina colada that she obviously didn't want closer. "Is that this drink plus another?" taking a sip. "So...what are you in here for?"

[Malcolm Green]

For a long moment the mountainous man seemed to stare.

"Yeah. I don't think this CEO takes mud baths. But I think his businesses are... whatstheword... diversified?"

He rose abruptly.

"I had best get you that drink, huh?"

Without waiting for a reply, Green went and ordered two beers.

[Star]

Sooooo... that wasn't a sidecar.

Answers a lot of questions though. This big guy? Part of his own problem, yo. Jack just stared at the beer.

"What are you, the inspiration for Draxx the Destroyer? This isn't the Literal La Bamba, yo. Examples. Euphemisms. Possibilities." RIP Ritchie Valens. "Just sayin'. Isolate your guy. Take him out of context like a Benjamin Franklin quote."

A long finger pushed the beer.

"And learn what drinks are."

Really, though? It's okay. Nobody listens to Jack.

[Bea]

"I'll tell you what. I'll buy you as many as you'd like. I like magpies. You never know when you'll have need of one," Bea replied, raising the Tequila to her lips and downing the shot. She knew it would come back up later, but for now, she enjoyed the taste of the spice as it clung to her throat.

"Mm, well," Bea continued, putting the glass, lip down, on the bar top. "I provide all the kind men and women here with the shinies that they cannot get anywhere else. The shinies they need to conduct business, as befitting those who occupy this establishment. Here, in case the magpie ever has to deal with a murder of crows," she concluded, slipping a hand into her left outer pocket to produce her business card.

The rectangle of card stock was slid in front of the 'magpie', the bold B printed above a phone number.

[Tuesday]

"It's statements like that, that almost make me with I was a bigger drinker then I am." her words might be undercut by how she sips on the pina colada, "I don't enjoy having my head fuzzy." surely that was a respectable reason, one that didn't need her to go into her history to explain why she didn't like drinking. "But, it's always nice to know you and your talents are appreciated."

Tuesday picks up the card, seeing the graphic Bee she eyes the women, apparently called B, and salutes her with her tropical drink. The Unicorn's been thinking of upgrading her favorite bludgeoning weapon of choice, with a more...talon-y variant.

"It's funny, all this talk of flying, feathered creatures." Tuesday pulls out a pen, and writes on B's card before handing it back.

RoBin the Magpie.

[number]

"I'm sure you got another card I can take home."

[Bea]

Bea couldn't help but laugh as she pocketed the Magpies card.

"My printer and I have a good relationship," she offered, producing another card."Otherwise I might suspect foul play.

The arms dealer raised a hand, flagging down the bartender to order two more shots.

"Tell me, Robin the Magpie, why do you do what you do? Why not just focus on your music, or find some job that you can stomach well enough. What drives you?

[Malcolm Green]

Green stared back at Star, the smaller man's words... not exactly sinking in. Instead the big guy seemed to drift, eyes narrowing as he turned something over. Very carefully. In his head.

"OK." He said at length. For some reason he did not sound convinced.

"Yeah. Good advice. Never thought of it like that." And then he quaffed beer.

"Now. You got anything I can help you with?" He placed the beer down on the table and to one side.

[Star]

"Now that you mention it," Jack answered with a grin. "Paint me a picture."

"Consider me a doctor of drama. A parable pundit. A dilettante of description and connoisseur of the cliffhanger. A maven of memoirs and an epicurean of the epic. In short, I like stories." Okay, maybe he'd have that beer. "Tell me about your mystery man and these shadowy businesses you allude to. And how, or why, the common man such as myself should care."