Benjamin Henry Harrision (cbenharrison) wrote in willowbrookrpg, @ 2013-12-26 13:08:00 |
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BACKDATED
Who: Ben and Asher
What: random history establishing scene
When: a few years ago
Where: bar a few blocks from Seagram
Rating: we'll see
Status: closed/incomplete
The mission had been long, hard, and emotionally exhausting. Ben barely managed to force himself to return to Seagram Tower for a shower when it was over. He didn't want to be so close to the Syndicate authority, because he felt a bit disgusted by it all following his mission. He'd get over it, and he understood it, but that didn't mean he had to like it. What he needed more than anything was to get away for a few hours to breathe and DRINK.
So he'd changed into a nice suit that was appropriate for visiting a posh club. Sure, it looked like your average bar from the outside, but inside (if you could GET inside) was a lavish setting designed to entertain the rich and powerful people of New York. Few mutants visited, and that was why Ben picked it. He could escape for a few hours and forget his troubles.
After unfastening his jacket, Ben plopped down in one of the club chairs and raised his hand for a waitress. She was dressed in a tight, but elegant, black dress that showed her curves beautifully. Her honey colored locks were pinned up in a sophisticated way, allowing the gems adorning her ears and neck to sparkle in the dim lighting. Ben ordered an Irish whiskey, straight and neat, and sunk back into the leather cushions.