victorshade (victorshade) wrote in newalliance, @ 2014-06-10 22:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | vision |
Who: The Vision and Open
Where: New York pub
When: June 10, 2014
What: Vision is escaping the household for a small while.
Rating: PG?
The family had started to settle into the new home, which allowed some time to relax for the brightly colored synthezoid. He'd been busy with seeing to the new accommodations for weeks along with assuring the vacation went as smoothly as possible. Now that things were quieting, he had a sudden urge to go out by himself. He wasn't angry or irritated with anyone, but a change of scenery from the family chaos still seemed to be in order.
Besides, he didn't wish to sit through Frozen yet again. (Eira and their odd guest had both decided they loved the movie.)
The pub was charming, all polished wood and brass, with a back patio for pipes and sturdy seats. He placed himself at the bar, listening to the dozen conversations going on all at once, then ordered what was on tap. There were no stares. Not tonight. He wanted to blend, so kept the hologram about him so he appeared a normal middle aged men, much like many here.
Vision could taste. It didn't benefit him like it did most humans, seeing as their hunger and thirst sharpened the flavors. That didn't mean it was absolutely unpleasant to him. He categorized the beer on his tongue, judging where it fell in quality. Then one of the many conversations happening in the bar caught his interest.
"Made the bid to the badge, but he's still insistin' he ain' for sell."
"Some of them won't, Lou. Don't chase it. There are plenty of blue boys in our pocket for where we need 'em. Sure, ain't New Jersey, but these foundations take time. Now relax. I'll get you a draft."
It wasn't that the four men were speaking loudly at all. In fact, with the music and other talking, only a supernatural ear would have been able to hone in on the words. Vision didn't consider his hearing supernatural, but it was sensitive and mechanical, as was his brain, so he could keep track of several groups of commentary without difficulty.
Even criminals needed a civil, old fashioned establishment to drink in at times, it seemed. Vision contented himself to listening. There was nothing to say he couldn't do a little bit of work while mingling with the locals and listening to the latest scores in sports, after all.