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Characters: Stanley W. May, Rachel Doyle, Whoever needs a drink (Open) Setting: Horrigan's Bar - The Place To Be. Content: Worksafe Summary: A stranger in your own home.
The simple, but stylish black boots gave a few more rhythmic thuds to the ground as he approached the bar on the wrong side of town. But what did he have to worry about, not like he was in danger of really getting mugged or possibly murdered. When he had asked around about a nice, quiet place to get a drink..well this establishment was on everybody's lips. Supers abound, eh? Did that mean that Stanley was destined to come here..that his higher calling was subtly giving him a nudge towards his fated path?
He highly doubted it. Maybe it was just people's unhealthy obsession with what they don't have, powers hadn't made all his problems disappear..just rearranged them. And he had never felt like a hero, heroes don't run away..they don't live on the fringe for two years only to return home and not even have the spine to talk to the girl they were supposed to marry. A sigh accompanied his sudden halt in stride, fingers digging out the cell phone as he once again scrolled over to the number and stared hard at the name. Free hand reaching up, fingers barely flexing into claws as he scraped his digits through those dark brown locks. He shook his head and almost threw the phone before shoving it into his dark gray slacks again, undoing a few buttons to reveal the dark gray tank top under the blue collared shirt.
He glanced down at his own chest, noticing that he could probably go to the gym again in the next few days and maybe even then go to find Moretti. He never really let himself get out of shape, a lifetime of baseball and general activity had left him with an urge to keep active in balance to his academic pursuits. He weaved his way towards the bar, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt after undoing the cuffs and finally letting them rest just beneath his elbow after it had been folded tightly. He glanced around, if the rumors were true...then statistically someone else here should have a power.
Listen to him, rumors..basing a hypothesis on rumors..Meg had left her mark on his mental processes. He couldn't help but grin, a decidedly handsome feature that broke his usual somber demeanor. When his green-blue eyes raised to the bartender, an unexpectedly solid rumble issued from the young man's throat.
"Jack and coke."
Another glance revealed a dart board and what he might be spending his hours doing, while he tried to keep his mind off the fact that he was an astounding coward. Why did you even come back to Axis City if you were just going to keep doing what you'd been at for so many years now? Running