Who: Maggie and Open. What: Maggie's in need of a few drinks Where: The Hangman When: April 14th, Late in the evening Rating: We'll start with pg-13 just for her mouth and will change this if it goes up. Status: In-Progress
Maggie had thought that she had seen about everything, but this place was proving her very wrong. Fairytale characters? This was one fucked up town, but then again she couldn’t say much considering she was fighting an alien war and was even part alien now. Maggie was actually missing the fighting, the killing, and just the war because it was what she was good at. Before the war, she felt like nothing; however, now she had something in her life. Only here she was back to feeling like a nothing only now more of a freak because of the spikes.
It was the reason Maggie was keeping what she was for the most part hidden from everyone to avoid the name calling. Enough of that went on back home that she didn’t need it here as well. Only she could tell other people here weren’t exactly normal since living in the towers made it a living hell for her. The last thing she wanted to do was make it known though, which caused her to have to deal with being close to people and hearing things they probably didn’t want her to hear. Maggie thought the drama in 2nd Mass was bad, but some of the stuff she heard really made it interesting. The worse part was she couldn’t get the handle on her powers again because of all this drama and stress to turn it off or figure out how not to listen.
All she knew was tonight that she had to get some drinks in her. Checking herself in the mirror, Maggie made sure her leather jacket was hiding her guns that she had slipped into the gun holster on the inside of her jacket. No way in hell was she going to be caught off guard by anyone. Even though she had abilities such as super strength and others because of the spikes, Maggie felt more comfortable with her babies aka her guns. Turning to the side, she fixed her hair enough to make sure that the spikes were cover. Before the accident, Maggie was one to just throw on some clothes and go; however, now she was careful cause she didn’t need people to see what she was or ask questions about them unless she wanted someone to know.
Only good thing about this place was that Ben wasn’t around, which meant she could get a handle or try to get a handle on everything with the spikes. The weird connection they had made things uncomfortable between him, Hal, and herself that she needed this. Yes, she missed the fighting, but the drama was not something she missed. Hearing about a few different bars around this town, she decided to check out The Hanged Man. The whole pirate bar had her roll her eyes considering pirates weren’t exactly a real thing unless you counted the people who dressed up for Halloween or to look weird. Then again half the stuff running around this town weren’t exactly normal where she came from. This only made her slightly curious about the whole pirate thing considering Maggie could handle herself. Maggie’s curious side won out and she had to see for herself this pirate bar plus get a few drinks in her system.
Making her way down to the docks, she entered into the bar, raising an eyebrow slightly as she couldn’t remember the last time she had actually been in a bar. Pope’s place didn’t count considering she couldn’t stand half of those assholes and that was just a small set up that they did with the war going on. Entering into the place, Maggie made a face, but it wasn’t because of the place just more all the noise in her head from people talking all around her. Trying to drown out the noise, she took a seat, ordering herself a beer as she caught bits of a conversation with someone calling her hot causing her to roll her eyes. Last thing she needed was trouble or to draw attention to herself that she would watch herself until someone approached her. Unable to turn off or ignore the words from everyone, she had to admit it gave her the upper hand in knowing if anyone was going to try anything.
“Thanks,” she replied with a small nod before taking a small sip of the beer that had been handed to her.