Characters: Mackenzie and OPEN
Location: Random bar frequented by mutants
Timeline: Present
Description: Mackenzie learns the downside of fame - no peace and quiet when all you really want to do is have a couple of drinks after work
Rating: Possibly PG to PG-13 for language
It had been a long day at work. She'd been informed at the very last minute (deliberately, no doubt) that her client's case was being pushed ahead, and oh, could she have everything ready in two days? While this didn't outright seem like a difficult request, the fact that the trial had been pushed ahead by more than two months meant some serious catching up, a lot of shuffling of appointments, and overtime.
The smart thing to do would have been just go right home and get a good night's rest so that she could overwork herself again tomorrow. Mackenzie knew this was the superior choice, but at the moment, she really just wanted to sit and have a drink and unwind. The bar she was in was rather large, with pool tables, dart boards, and a variety of things to do. In theory, she should have had absolutely no trouble being left alone, but theories didn't always translate into reality.
As she sipped her screwdriver, Mackenzie didn't notice the two nearby men pointing at her and discussing something amongst themselves. She did, however, notice when they came over and sat on the barstools on either side of her.
"Heeeeey," said one, "aren't you that lawyer?"
"I'm a lawyer, yes," she replied, not looking up from her drink.
"The one who defends mutants, right? I saw you on TV!"
Mackenzie kept her expression neutral, but this wasn't good. All she'd really wanted was to have a couple of drinks and go home. Now it was just a matter of whether the situation was going to involve someone trying to get free legal advice, joke around and harass her, or if these two were members of the failures of humanity.
"Would you ever date a mutant?" asked one of the two curiously.
"If he had the qualities I wanted in a guy, sure," Mackenzie replied, still focused on her drink. Well, the fact that they weren't slinging insults meant they probably weren't from the FOH at least.
"Would you ever date a guy with webbed feet?" inquired the second.
Mackenzie paused. Either they were joking around, or they were mutants, and it was hard to tell which. If they were mutants, she didn't want to say something offensive. If they were just playing with her, she wanted to tell them where to go and how to get there because she was not in the mood to play nicely.
"That depends. Is he witty enough to think of better lines than 'would you ever date a guy with webbed feet'?"
((OOC: Anyone want to start up a conversation with Mackenzie and save her from the awkwardness of this conversation?))