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Justin's feeling colourful today, as well as artsy. Well, he's always feeling artsy but there is a work ethic behind today's need to draw.

SPECIALS

Rainbow Brite Blowing Sunshine Up Your Butt
Rainbow Brew
Nuclear Rainbow

And underneath;

Sit for a quick portrait, have a drink on me. And also, Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who celebrates it. Come join me if you wish you were at home today.

He has decided to do some work on his portfolio. So there you go, one blond teenager behind the bar, saying; 'We're on for Happy Hour, everyone. What can I get you?'

[OOC: In Soviet Russia, slowtime chooses YOU. In other words - thanks for great threads people, I'll be around all weekend to finish them up. :)]

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"Something like that." He holds up a sketchbook.

Justin is better than making Esfir paranoid, and he has a lot of energy.

'Awesome.'

He grins and...hesitates.

'Sure I'll sit for you but...uh, who goes first?'

"You can," Steve offers, taking a stool. He's a little big for it, but he's also used to that. "Have you been drawing long?"

He nods as he picks up his sketchpad.

'My mom gave me some pencils when I was a baby and I never stopped.'

He's been saying that his whole life. It's the easiest way to explain how art is just part of him. As he starts to work, he adds;

'I'm Justin Taylor.'

Steve grins. "About the same. Nice to meet you, Justin. Steve Rogers."

He would hold his hand out for a shake, but Justin is busy and he's sitting still.

'Guess it just takes some people that way.'

He works fast but accurately and, as usual, he's pretty absorbed in his work. Steve is good to draw, has an interesting face and...well, with a torso like that, it has to be a half-body portrait.

Fifteen minutes later, he stops and examines what he's got. Then turns it to show Steve...it'll be clear that Justin is very talented.

'What d'you think?'

He knows it too, but he's not cocky. Just self-confident.

Steve smiles and nods, examining it closely with a practiced eye. "You're very good. Thinking of doing it professionally?"

'Yeah.'

He turns it back round and looks at it again.

'That's why I'm doing some work while I'm Bound here. I figure I might as well fill up my portfolio a bit - I've got an application in at the Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Art back home, though I might not go.'

He puts it down and picks up his Coke.

'Is that what you do for a living?'

"A long, long, long time ago. I had to put it aside for a few different reasons, but I've never stopped drawing. You should go for it if it's what you want, you've got the talent to succeed."

'Thanks. I think...yeah. We'll see.'

Steve gets eyed for about three seconds before Justin asks the question. He's not at all shy and not very often subtle.

'What happened? Why would you give it up?'

"World War II," he says, wryly. "I was working for the WPA painting murals back then, but when we started hearing the things coming out of Germany... well. Everyone gave up something."

'Right.'

OK, yeah. That's a good reason.

'You in the Army? I've met one or two people around here who were in that war.'

"Really?" Steve leans forward, interested. "I was in the army. Long retired."

'It must have been tough. I only know about it from school and from what Jack told me about it.'

He shrugs.

'That's Jack Harkness. He was in the Air Force - you met him?'

He's leaving out the Captain America part rather on purpose. Sometimes it's nice to be just Steve -- not Cap, not Rojhaz.

"I haven't. American?"

Justin nods.

'Yeah, but I think he flew with the British. I forget why - he was attached to them or something. He said the whole thing was pretty rough - and from everything I've learned about it, it sounds it. Were you one of the infantry guys?'

And all this begs another obvious question.

'...and are you dead?'

"I was special operations, undercover as part of the infantry. And no, I'm not dead, just very old."

'...you don't look very old.'

Some people get all the damn luck.

'But special operations must be interesting. Is it like in the movies?'

"Not really," he admits. "I dislike war movies as a rule. And I'm a hundred and seventy. That would be the 'special' part of the operations."

'A hundred and seventy?'

he laughs but it tapers off when it doesn't appear that Steve is kidding.

'...how the fuck does that happen?'

Seriously.

"I was part of a program to create a super-soldier. They only succeeded once." He shrugs broad shoulders, clearly signifiying that this is no big deal.

Really.

He's about to exclaim on how it must be cool to be a super-soldier...but then notices that it's only no big deal in the fact that it is, for Steve at least.

'Um. Well, that's...good?' he hazards. 'Or not?'

he can't really see any downsides - apart from the drag of having to go fight in a war - but there must be benefits, right?

"Probably."

Living for 170 years is a bit of a downside. As is surviving getting shot in the head.

'You don't sound like its good.'

He holds a hand up apologetically.

'I don't know anything about it, sorry. What's it like then? Being a super soldier?'

"Did I? I'm sorry." He doesn't usually allow himself to brood.