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[andproud]

This time, Raven marches into the Bar, sans her brother.

A napkin appears to greet her moments later.

"Really?" Beat. "Sure I will."


Specials
Mai Tai
Manhattan
Margarita

(And then a little further down - )

Blue Colada

It is her favorite color, after all.

[ tiny tags: charles xavier, raven darkholme ]

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[andproud]

It takes a little more concentration to hold anything steady, least of which the illusion that she presents to the world, but she knows how to balance it all. She's been forced to. And yet she frowns, eyes narrowing as one of his eyes start to glow.

(Her own flicker to gold, however briefly, before switching back, as she regains a little more composure.)

"You - your eye, it's - "

[nathansummers]

He nods, and smiles a little, watching her. "I'm a mutant, to top everything off, second generation. The eye thing comes along with the rest."

He offers his hand to her, a strong firm hand with it's share of scars and callouses, a hand that has seen war and peace both.

"Welcome to Milliways."

[andproud]

I'm a mutant too, she wants to say, wants to shout it almost as loud as she can, to give these people something to really stare at - and in the end, she stares rather dumbly before reaching out to take his hand, letting his grip hers.

"So if you're second," she finally manages, "where's the first?"

[nathansummers]

He shook her hand, then nodded and went back to his drink.

"Hmmm? My father and mother are back in our world, actually. Or else, I haven't seen them here. My sort of aunt is here, somewhere, though." His lips twisted in a sigh as he cast a glance around, then looked back to her.

"Sorry for dropping things on you like that. You okay?"