Evil...bar...doors...

[futures_of_ash]

Rachel stumbles through the entrance with her hand bleeding, fingers in her mouth and broken bits of glass in her other hand. Then her eyes widen in annoyance or anger as she turns to glare at the bar door. Removingg her fingers from her mouth she growls at the offending thing "I wasn't looking for a first aid kit in the BAR!"

She contemplates kicking the doorframe for good measure but decides to grab a handful of napkins instead and sink into a chair.

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[sabinrenefigaro.livejournal.com]

Sabin notices her, and wanders over. "hey. Rachel?"

[futures_of_ash]

Aha, someone she knew. Great, wonderful, just what she needed when after losing her temper with a door. Yet, somehow she grins a welcome as she looks up "Hey"

[sabinrenefigaro.livejournal.com]

"what happened?"

[futures_of_ash]

And of course he wanted to know. "Juice glass exploded. Kind of hurt..."

[sabinrenefigaro.livejournal.com]

(and mun apologizes for last night. at work, no messangers)

"ouch... may I help you with that?"

[futures_of_ash]

((It's alright, I'm on break myself, be on later tonight))

She carefully uncurled her hand and showed it to him with a wince "I think I got most of teh glass out..."

[futures_of_ash]

Her fingers twitch slightly as the odd sensation combined with sudden lack of pain sinks in. Definately weird. "Bar hopping pilot...priest?" she asked, a hint of teasing in her tone, but grateful none the less.

[sabinrenefigaro.livejournal.com]

He smiles, but keeps the mantra going. The small wounds close, from the inside out, expelling the remaining glass. After a moment or two, her hand is fully healed. "there... good as new."

[futures_of_ash]

She flexes her fingers and grins "Well, as long as I can manage to keep them in one piece now...thanks." She scoops the remaining glass shards into an ash tray.

"Well, now that I'm not bleeding...how's your day been?"

[sabinrenefigaro.livejournal.com]

"well, rather slow. and yours?" A grin...

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim glances over, then sighs. He brushes off his hawaiian gear, and underneath he somehow was wearing a floor length duster, a white shirt, black pants, and from somewhere, a black fedora. Gotta love that magic. Tim approaches the girl with a smile.*

Are you alright?

[futures_of_ash]

Rachel's cheeks flush in momentary embarassment after her mild temper tantrum as she looks up from her seat to eye the person before her "Yeah, actually, I'm fine really. Nothing majors bleeding. Honest."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim steps closer, smiling friendly like.*

Would you like some help with that?

[futures_of_ash]

She contemplates retreating. She had honestly been hoping to get herself fixed up on her own, in the bathroom at the institute instead of in a public bar. It would have caused less embarassment. But...he looked friendly. Damn. "Well..do you have band aids? I already got the glass out..."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim gestures, and there are bandaids. Is bandaids? I know they're plural, but is one more correct?*

Here you are miss.

[futures_of_ash]

"Umm, thanks." The red headed telepath has a fun few moments of using her left hand and teeth to get bandaids unwrapped and set on her bleeding right hand before returning her attention to the helpful bar patron. "I'm Rachel, sir."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim declines offering a hand in this case, merely bowing.*

Sir Timothy Hunter, Milliways Deputy chief of security, at your service.

*He straightens, his eyes twinkling.*

You wouldn't happen to be related to Jean grey, would you? Only you smell very similar, genetically.

[futures_of_ash]

...guess it was a good thing to refrain from kicking the door. "Actually, yeah. Rachel Grey. You knew my mom?" she flexes her fingers slightly to grow accustomed to the bandages and eyes him curiously.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim nods, thinking back.*

Yes, shes been in here a couple of times.

[futures_of_ash]

What was Sabin saying about dead people? Wake up Red, it's not just dead enemies you have to worry about.

"Oh. Maybe...I could catch her sometimes. Thanks for telling me."

[prydeful]

"Morning, Red." Kitty does not have coffee yet, and thus, does not notice anything odd about the situation.

...

Then again, Kitty, like Rachel, is one of the People of X.

It's possible she wouldn't notice anything odd anyway.

[futures_of_ash]

"Morning Pryde" she called, dumping the glass shards into a nearby ash tray and smiling at her. "You look...awake."

[prydeful]

"Awake. Yes. Right." Sleepy nod as she gets a large mug of coffee and beings drinking it. "Morning. I said that, yes?"

[futures_of_ash]

"Yeah you said that" she said with a grin. "Isn't it kind of against the point of a bar to be drinking coffee?"