Sitting alone at a stool tonight, Pietro quietly sipped at his Martini. The Silvered blur known as Pietro Maximoff had been taking a moment to relax, and had chosen a bar owned by a fellow brother, a Mutant. Tonight the Romanian had allowed himself a few drinks as well, and had indulged in a few fine cocktails. He preferred things here, over there, where humans clustered in their bar rooms. After all a little segregation never hurt anyone. Mutants should own and operate preferred bars for those of better standing in the genetic race. Leaning forward Quickie took another long sip and pondered on his state of affairs. He mainly was waiting to see if anything easy on the eyes would jump in, because so far his luck had drawn some Mutant woman with duck feather and a bill for a face, and a young lady who sweated super naturally. Which seemed something more up Toad's alley than anything else. Still a mutant was a mutant, right?
Pietro allowed himself one slight glance at the door as it opened, Blue-grey eyes peeling away for just an instant. Of course all of this was done before human eyes could match his barest movement. Super human speed was a nice mutation, you could look all you want and for all the world it seemed you hadn't looked at all. Hmm. Interesting. Head cantered back in thought, as he felt his pulse quicken a hair. More of Charles crowd was arriving. He had been wondering when he might see their elk again. He had studied the roster there for awhile and knew a little intel here and there. After that was the Brotherhood's secondary business. It would interesting to see where things led these two.