WHO: Ruby and Scamp WHAT: Scamp's hustling a few nobodies for his birthday, and Ruby just so happens to be there too. WHERE: A bar in Queens, New York. WHEN: Sunday evening. RATING: TBA STATUS: Closed. Incomplete.
Avoiding someone that you were (somehow, wasn't his decision) living with was a lot more difficult than Scamp liked it to be. After the third day, though, the dark-haired vixen seemed to get the idea and had been giving him his space. Or maybe she was trying to make a point that he wasn't getting and wasn't trying to get. A part of him was still pretty pissed off over what happened. He felt like he had let his walls down in front of her, and she had taken that for granted. He didn't take that sort of response lightly either.
Most nights, he just stayed home while Ruby was off doing whatever it was that she liked to do. He supposed that she had some sort of job, but he didn't care to look too much into that. He pretended not to care anyway. A part of him was curious, wondering if she was back to sleeping around with sleazy men again. Or women. Who knew? He didn't care.
He pretended not to care.
Tonight, though, he drug himself out. It was his birthday, one of the few things he remembered from before his mutation manifested itself. He knew that the bars wouldn't be as crowded as they usually are on Friday and Saturday nights, so that gave him a little bit of wiggle room. He really didn't want to accidentally touch somebody and have them make a scene. He much preferred to work on the down-low; not in the spotlight, even on his birthday. This bar was much lesser known that his usual hangout, and it was in Queens. Not far from the Fellowship headquarters that he could be found in from time to time. The people here probably could have stood up and joined the Fellowship if they had been mutants; they were all pretty dark and sinister looking.
It didn't worry Scamp any. He might have seemed smaller than them, but he was far more dangerous that they could ever even guess. He chose a bar stool near the pool table and began to order a few drinks. He waited until a dumb looking duo headed toward the pool table before he stood and asked if they were up for a game, for cash of course. There was no way they would say no, and they didn't, as he had predicted.
This, pool, he could do in his sleep. Too bad these dumb sods didn't even realize that.