Bartending with a Blackhawk!

[zerocharliexray]

Things are a little... strange on the Aerie One.

Maybe strange isn't the right word. Maybe it's more like strained. Helena's taken her belongings and run off God only knows where, and Dinah's on her way to Asia, traveling with Zinda's old bar buddy, Wildcat, and the Skipper...

Well, suffice it to say even Zinda's ever-present cheer has gotten a little dinged, so once she's bedded the Aerie One down for the night and brought the Skipper a sandwich – more out of optimism than realistic expectation – she pats the door to the cockpit and murmurs a few soft and encouraging words.

The door rewards her with the bustle and warmth of Milliways, and Zinda pushes her hand back through her hair and grins and grins and grins.

"Sis," she tells the bar once she makes her way there, "you sure have swell timing."

A napkin appears along with Zinda's cold bottle of beer, and she reads the note on it before laughing. "Whatever you say," she says, and parks her pert bottom on the bartop so she can swing her legs up and over, landing on the other side. She grabs a marker and writes:

Specials

Champers
Diablo
Gin Fizz
Betsy Ross
American Beauty
Ice-cold beer + shot of whiskey

She can be found behind the bar for the rest of the night, cleaning glasses and whistling Andrews Sisters' classics to herself. 

C'mon, Milliways. Tell Zinda your troubles. What the heck else is a bartender for?

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[zerocharliexray]

"Time war," she says, easily. "Rifts in reality 'n all the rest. One second I was flyin' in my own place and time, next I was in the middle of a battle with just about every time period crammed into the same bubble."

It was a little chaotic. "Then I spent some time in a place a whole lot like this, only on the other side of the galaxy, before comin' back to where'n when I am now."

[onceaviking]

He shakes his head.

"That sounds - annoying," he says. "And inconvenient. Was it just you that got trapped?"

[zerocharliexray]

For just a second, something sad flits across her face. "Yeah," she says.

She smiles again, but this time it's rueful. "That's me. Zinda Blake, last of the Blackhawks."

[onceaviking]

He nods.

"We can't go back," he tells her. "Once you're turned, you have to leave. Before people start asking questions. And sometimes, young vampires go infant. Not everyone is cut out to leave the world they knew behind."

He had been.
It do it seems, in a different way, had she.

[zerocharliexray]

"Well, it could be a lot worse," she says, reasonably. "I could still be bouncin' at Warrior's, dealin' with all the ne'er-do-wells comin' to make trouble for Guy Gardner. Lord knows the man was trouble enough just on his own."

Her sunny smile is back; she draws a glass of water for herself and lifts it to him in a loose toast. "And then I wouldn't have been able to meet such fine company here, now would I?"

[onceaviking]

His smile widens a little as he answers the toast.

He has nice, even teeth. Impressively so for someone who'd grown up without a toothbrush.
No hint of fangs either.

"That is true. Personally, I've never regretted becoming a vampire, but then again, I had a choice. That does make a difference."

He drinks and licks his lips

[zerocharliexray]

"Sure," she says. "Maybe I didn't have a choice about gettin' pulled outta my time, but I can chose to make the best of it or to mope. 'Course, some days I choose the mopin'."

Zinda glances at his bottle, then lifts her eyebrows. "How you doin' on that, sugar? Want another round?"

[onceaviking]

"Well, to be quite honest," he says, leaning in a little, "it holds about the same appeal as morning piss. Pardon my French. But as I haven't spotted any of the people I have an arrangement with, it will have to do."

The tragedy of his life.
He is being pretty stoic about it though.

[zerocharliexray]

She'd really rather not think about the kind of 'arrangement' he must mean, but... well, so long as everybody involved is willing – ?

"So that's a 'no' on a second round, huh?"

[onceaviking]

He shakes his head. "I'd better have another. It's not good, but it's better than going hungry."

There's a small pause and then he says, as if he'd picked up on her mental sidestepping, "And don't worry. All biting is strictly consensual."

Here anyway. Mostly.

[zerocharliexray]

"Well, I'd hope so," she tells him, heading back to the fridge to get another bottle of O Negative TruBlood and stick it into the microwave.

"I get the feelin' anything else would kinda cause some problems."

[onceaviking]

"Some people rather enjoy it," he tells her as they wait for the 'ding'.

"Like all other potentially dangerous activities, it's got its fans."