Date: August 28 2031 [forward-dated] Time: 23.00 Location: A small bar in the East Village Characters: Lenaya Bishop, Kieran Winter Description: Kieran is trying to numb her mind in order to forget some part of herself. However, the past always seems to creep in at some point. A chance meeting. Status/Rating: Private, In Progress, Rating: TBD, but likely over PG-13
A well made oak door opens on silent hinges into a small, cozy and almost unknown bar nestled between a few buildings in the East Village. The bartender looked up with a knowing glint in his eyes, giving the tall girl an almost unoticeable nod. He knew why the girl was there in the first place and didn't like serving her anything that would allow her to numb herself to her surroundings. Some awoken couldn't control their powers, but Kieran had a good grip for several months now and he trusted her.
The poor girl had a lot to forget, after all.
Kieran dropped herself into her favorite stool, which sat farthest away from the door. As soon as she hung her coat across the back of her chair, a slim hand appeared and plucked up the gin and tonic the bartender had set down automatically. She nodded thanks and plunked down a twenty and started to take a sip of her drink---until she heard the door open and a familiar rustle of a coat sliding over something metallic. She turned her head to the side mechnically and let out an almost audiable gulp.
What the hell was a federal agent doing in this place? I thought I would be safe here...
Kieran's gaze met the bartender's for a second before taking another healthy gulp of her drink. She placed it down after with a clink and stood up fully, turning to gaze into the eyes of one of the women that she hadn't seen in an inimate setting for years---one of the ones that she really thought she'd never see again. Not like she really wanted to see her now even. She was still part of them. Not Laila's sister anymore.
"Agent Bishop, what a surprise.", Kieran whispered, trying her hardest to hide both the malice and pain her body was screaming out, "What do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
She chose to stay standing as she waited for the other woman to answer her.