(no subject)

[howling_laugh]

Coyote sits at a table in the bar. She's reading a recent copy of the Bisbee Observer with her feet up on the chair next to her.

She's wearing a red dress that does great things for her legs. And chest. And waist. And everything, really.

Apparently the Farmer's Market is open this weekend. You could also 'ENJOY A MORNING BIRD WALK' were you so inclined.

Her bracelets click together musically as she turns the pages, apparently enthralled.

Comments

[mjolnir_retriever]

There's an extremely large fellow, just returning from the bar with a proportionately large mug of coffee. (Generously spiked.) He's wearing a draped sort of poncho-type outfit of a dark blue subtly shot through with metallic threads, over dark trousers and boots; the only visible armor is his vambraces, but there's still a general impression of warrior. Mjölnir is resting on the floor over by a table, some distance away.

He gives Coyote a curious (and idly appreciative) look.

[howling_laugh]

AS HE SHOULD.

Coyote grins at him. The only impression she gives off at the moment is 'lazy'. "Hello, big boy. Where did the bar dig you up?"

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor looks amused, and entirely willing to play this game. "Asgard."

"And you, lady?"

There's power in her. Not a sort he knows, and he's never had much talent at precision with this kind of thing, even without all of Milliways's worlds and strangenesses. Still, not human, and not what he would call mortal.

[howling_laugh]

She flourishes the newspaper at him. "Sunny Arizona. Currently, anyway. You smell like a thunderstorm."

In case he didn't notice.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Yeah, that's fair, says Thor's face.

Arizona, Arizona. He's heard of that.

"That's on Earth, is it not?"

[howling_laugh]

"Yes it is. Have you been? To Earth, I mean."

Asgard is familiar too.

Oh good grief. Please don't tell her he knows Loki. Well. The specific one she dislikes. There are apparently more than a few in Milliways.

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor grins a little.

"Until recently, not for some time."

Like, you know. Some centuries.

"But yes. I have seen New Mexico, and San Francisco, and journeyed across that continent on a motorcycle." He pronounces the word as if it's an interesting foreign terms, which is precisely what it is. "It's a fascinating place."

[howling_laugh]

"You like motorcycles?" Coyote asks, immediately interested. Alien blah blah, god from Asagard. WHATEVER.

Road trip? She's there.

[mjolnir_retriever]

"They're slow," he says cheerfully.

Fightin' words, Odinson.

"But fun. A friend introduce me to them."

Sip of coffee. Tasty caffeine-and-booze! (Earth whiskey, so it's really just for the taste, so far as Thor's concerned.)

[gotham_knocking]

Knox notices the woman in the red dress. Hard not to.

He also notices the newspaper.

"Where's Bisbee?"

[howling_laugh]

"Arizona, near the border into Mexico," she says without tearing her attention away from the paper. "Hot. Dry. Hilly. Surprisingly liberal."

Coyote looks up and smiles at him with a lot of shiny white teeth. "Not as much nightlife as there could be."

[gotham_knocking]

That, he thinks, is a dazzling smile. Ah, to be single. Oh well.

"I never thought of there being any nightlife in Arizona. Even the bigger cities. Isn't it all retirees and Mormons and border cops there?" He hasn't been out that way ever.

[howling_laugh]

"Mormons?" Coyotes says, rearing back a little. "You have obviously never been West of the Mississippi." She sniffs. "Retirees I will give you. And certainly border cops."

"Though there are a surprising number of them in Las Vegas."

[gotham_knocking]

"I've been to Vegas. And LA. And Seattle. So definitely been west of the Mississippi. Just not to Bisbee, Arizona.

"And my apologies to your state if I goofed." He remembers something about the owners of the Arizona Republic being Mormons. Maybe they are an outlier.

[howling_laugh]

"Well, I will not take credit for the rest of the state. Bisbee isn't all that bad, though."

It's small. But it has easy access to the wilderness. And while everyone knows their neighbors and gossips, people don't ask too many questions.

[gotham_knocking]

"I don't think I could last long in a place like that. I've spent my whole life surrounded by millions. You get used to that." Quiet would be too quiet.

[howling_laugh]

"That much...humanity at all times gets tiring. Vegas has pretty lights. Phoenix has interesting things to do. But I need to be able to drive not too far away and not see a single person for miles."

[cook_the_rude]

There is an elegant gentleman in suit and tie, smiling at her as he passes.

"Good evening," he says. "I do think we have other people from Bisbee here as well."

He politely inclines his head.

[howling_laugh]

Coyote slowly looks up, taking in the suit, the tie, and the smile.

"Do we?" she says, all benign interest. "It is rather a small town."

[cook_the_rude]

"I take it the young cowboy is from there," the gentleman says. "William Evans."

[howling_laugh]

"Evans," Coyote says, digging back in her memory.

Oh right. The kid she got to smoke up with her his second time in the bar. Whoops.

"So he is! I haven't seen him in years, though I have not been a regular recently. Are you well acquainted?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Not really," the gentleman says. "I met him once or twice. But the name Bisbee caught my eye."

[howling_laugh]

"Very reasonable," she says. "Have you visited before? It is a small town, but does have a very vibrant artistic streak."

And bird walks.

[cook_the_rude]

"Unfortunately not," he says. "I mostly keep to the East Coast, with occasional visits to the West coast for conventions and the like."

[howling_laugh]

Coyote tsks gently. "West coast is the best coast," she says, with perfect diction and apparently no irony.

"What sort of conventions?"