Who: Jono Starsmore & Logan Where: Manitoba Bar, East Village, NYC When: Tuesday, September 25, evening What: After a few weeks back stateside, Jono finally meets up with the X-men, well, an X-man. Rating: PG-13/R Adult language, whatever that gets you.
Jono didn't bother getting offended anymore when meeting up somewhere meant meeting up somewhere that revolved around eating or drinking. It's what people did—human, mutant or otherwise. Just, clearly, not him. Which was probably why the bartender arched a curious (and several times pierced) brow when he passed her a slip of paper with his order on it, scrawled out in his sharp printing, Pint of Lager. He could have projected the request directly into her thoughts, but that action opened him up to even more questions than "how's a guy with half of his face wrapped tight going to drink a pint of beer?" The girl obliged, once Jono put a few bucks on the glossy surface of the bar. He perched his lean frame on a nearby barstool, watching as she tipped back the tap handle to skillfully pour his drink, pint glass held at an angle to prevent a head from building up.
All of that wasted effort.
She set the beer in front of him and he slid the cash closer to her, never touching the change that eventually came, leaving it as a tip. But the bartender didn't move on right away, she waited. Curious just as to what Jono was going to do with that beer. Was that oddly tight scarf coming off? What was under there, anyway?
But Jono didn't move further than turning his head towards the drafty doorway, only to catch a couple entering—arms looped around each other—hardly, Wolverine. When he looked back to his drink, he couldn't help but notice the smoldering sensation of the bartender's stare burning a hole through his already mutilated face. Eyes narrowed and Jono simply lifted his gaze to meet hers head on. The wordless conflict ended when she pivoted away with a grumbling huff.
At least he was a paying customer now. Even if he wasn't going to drink a drop of the alcohol before him.