Mardi Gras, Day 1

[scots_wolf]

There is a tall, leggy blonde leaning at the bar, sipping coffee and watching people.

She is wearing jeans and sneakers, and a low-cut, bust-hugging blue shirt.

She's only existed in this form since the morning, and she's very curious about life from a woman's perspective.

She might have a switch-blade knife in her pocket, but no way is she concealing a crossbow anywhere.

Approach to entertain her?

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[latino_menace]

It's the low-cut shirt that captures his attention, naturally. Ramon, it'll surprise no one to know, isn't the least bit shy and so heads over as soon he sets eyes on her.

Lucky for him the face is as good as the chest, right?

'Want a drink?'

He says it like he's sure she won't say no. Why would she? Bar gave him a good shirt, his jeans are clean and the marks on his face aren't too obvious. Besides, some women like the rough look, yes?

[scots_wolf]

"A drink sounds excellent," she says, smiling at him, a bit shyly.

Urquhart has learned self-control as well as camouflage when he trained to be a killer. So there is no danger that any of his amusement will show as laughter or even a too-bright smile on the girl's face.

She looks Ramon up and down. Mostly down; she's still taller then he, but not really much.

[latino_menace]

'What'll you have?'

He doesn't mind her looking at him like that - his height doesn't bother him and he just assumes she's checking him out. Which is, after all, why he came over.

[scots_wolf]

She is checking him out. She looks at his face, and quite obviously likes what she sees. At least it's got to seem that way, to Ramon's engorged ego.

"Dry white wine," she says, leaning sideways to give him the advantage of her cleavage.

Thanks.

[latino_menace]

And he takes full advantage of it, openly looking. He doesn't care if it bothers her and if she gets offended, he'll just find someone else.

'Can I tempt you to a shot to go with that?'

He gets a good wine for her. Nothing cheap.

[scots_wolf]

She sips her wine when it comes. "Perhaps afterwards," she says. "This is good wine. I want to enjoy it fully."

She leans forwards, smiling at him sweetly, and affording him even more of a view.

[latino_menace]

He knocks a shot back, leaning an elbow on the bar and transferring his gaze to the rest of her body as well. His eyes end up mostly levelled at her chest though.

'Everything's best if it's enjoyed fully,' he murmurs, his mouth curling up on one side.

'I'm Ramon.'

[scots_wolf]

Oh, hell, name. "I'm Mary," she says, smoothly. No other Mary here.

She sips her wine. "Nice to meet you, Ramon."

[latino_menace]

He's relieved that this doesn't seem to be a person telling him they know him as an old man. Even if she weren't hot, that'd be enough to earn her a smile.

'I'm new here. You should show me around.'

He's never anything but direct and the implication is pretty clear. And to him, she's clearly making an invitation so why not?

[mogget_cat]

"That's something of a new look for you, isn't it," the Bright Shiner says, grinning as he approaches the bar. Even with the new gender, that scent is still recognizable.

[scots_wolf]

"How can you tell who I am?" she asks. "Hello, Yrael."

[mogget_cat]

"I can smell you," he says, simply. "Hello, Urquhart."

"Glass of milk for me, please Bar. Thank you."

[scots_wolf]

"Glass of wine for me, thanks," she says, getting one as well. "I hope not everybody will look through me that easily. Well, you smelled through me, anyway."

[mogget_cat]

Yrael leans over, sniffing. "You even use the same soap. Dead giveaway."

"Those who don't have that good a sense of smell won't be tipped off by your appearance, at least. I get recognized whatever shape I take," he says.

[scots_wolf]

"All white, with bright green eyes," she says. "No mistaking you!"

[mogget_cat]

There is a momentary bright light, engulfing Yrael's figure.

"None at all, alas alas," she says, grinning as the light dims to nothing.

[scots_wolf]

"You're very pretty in female shape!" Urquhart says, grinning. "In your other shapes, too."

[yosafbridge]

There's something all too familiar about the blonde at the bar.

She can't put her finger on it, and that's annoying.

She'll be watching her until she figures it out.

[scots_wolf]

The blonde is sipping coffee, looking around, and noticing Saffron.

Only giving the briefest of indications that she's noticing Saffron at all.

They don't know each other, after all, do they?

[yosafbridge]

Apparently not.

After another moment, she sidles up to the bar and orders a coffee of her own, giving no indication - for now, at least - that she intends on pursuing a conversation.

Until she speaks.

"You're new."

[scots_wolf]

"You're right," she says. "I haven't been here all that long. Great place, though."

She looks at Saffron.

"You get the most interesting people here."

The blonde is still taller than Saffron, but nothing near as tall as Urquhart. But tall, for a woman.

[yosafbridge]

"That you do," she agrees, pursing her lips slowly to blow over the surface of her coffee.

"Have you met anyone specifically who piques your interest?"

[scots_wolf]

"Several people," she says, sipping her own coffee. "Some of them live up to their first appearances, others show weaknesses, and some are delightfully surprising."

Beat.

"Of course, enough start out boring and never get any better."

[yosafbridge]

"Don't I know it," she murmurs.

"Some prove to be nothing but disappointments."

[scots_wolf]

"To disappoint, they'll have to have woken a certain expectation," she says. "They are the most annoying, of course. I have no time for them."