It'd been a good, long while since Jack had wandered into a bar. Tonight, however, was one of those magical nights where boredom, noisy neighbors, and a lack of creativity on his part all came together to force him out the door and onto a bar stool. When asked for his ID, he glared at the man, who could've easily passed for an extra in a low budget Hell's Angels movie, and continued on into the surging mass of frat boys, party girls, off-duty cops, business people, and the occasional construction worker.
Marcy Playground was on the jukebox; Sex and Candy to be exact. It reminded Jack of his earlier days, as he pushed his way through the crowd of what had to be the world's most annoying people, when he saw her. Ororo. He'd remember her anywhere, even if she hadn't briefly helped him handle those unruly Russian soldiers during the Bug invasion. Not only was her white hair sort of a red flag but the fact that she was possibly the youngest person there by at least five years also made her a little easy to spot, even if she was trying to be as discreet as possible. He scooted up beside her.