Who: Cable, OTA What: Time in a bar When: Friday afternoon Where: The Pink Elephant Warnings: Language perhaps?
And it smelled more or less like one would expect. That's the reason Cable had picked it. It had a pretty good reputation for being a slightly rough, smoke-laced bar, at that. So that seemed like as good a place as any to go for the ex-ranger. It was the sort of bar that he'd frequented when he was younger, first in the service. The pool and darts he avoided. He hadn't ever been good at darts, and pool was too high stakes with a few beers and everyone having a stick in their hands.
No, he was currently settled down at one end of the bar, nursing a beer, his second or third by that point, and alternately stuffing a thick cigar into the side of his mouth, where it mostly sits clamped between the teeth on one side so he can add to the suitably thick haze of smoke in the air. He was also doing something he rarely did. Even most of the people in Haven had never seen Cable's mutation at work, but considering that he had parked himself at the edge of the bar, he was a short distance away from the nearest bowl of nuts. Which meant that said nuts were hopping out of the bowl, and marching in a slow but steady line down the surface of the bar towards him before standing in a small line of assembled nuts to wait to be eaten.