1964-03-17 - St. Patty's At Eight Ball
Summary: St. Patty's at Eight Ball!
Related: None
Theme Song: None
julie michael ne sofia 


A mutant bar, a mutant celebration in its own way. Even here in the depths of the 8-Ball in mutant town there was a little revelry. While Ne was hardly going to be singing and rabble-rousing, even she was enjoying the atmosphere as she rested by a pooltable, her parasol tucked away in the corner while she stands on the tips of her toes to make her shot.

With such company, there was no need for her to disguise her features. Those odd-colored eyes and that pink-and-brown hair freely visible. It was nice to be yourself now and then. (re for newbies)

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Mutant bar, mutant people everywhere. If Sofia belongs she is one of those who are lucky enough to avoid the rigors of a physical mutation. The brunette is wearing a black cocktail dress, short sleeved, long skirt, with a collar that just barely manages to show skin past hte hollow of her throat. Her waved, dark hair is parted so it hangs on the left, framing her face in the classic bob style. She's tied a green ribbon into it, just in case there's any question which side of the fence she's on. The Filipina is is a new face her and for now she keeps to herself, purse in hand, red lips lightly pressed together to form a line.

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Julie comes wandering in, a few moments after the sound of some throaty V-8 outside quiets amid parking. She's …well, not Irish by any means, but has traded her usual checkered-flag neckerchief for a green one (to avoid getting pinched, clearly,) and wanders on in, with a glance and a few waves about the place, where it seems she's known to some, making her way toward the taps, where the beer may be dyed green.

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"So-o-o-o-o, how about we call it even all arou-u-u-nd!" sings a man high stepping his way past the bouncer. With a cheerful, if indecipherable, something said to the bouncer as he breezes past. Okay. He's not going to rain on any parade with the dull details but, with so many picking up on his accent and mode of speech today, it's been an event all by itself so far. Spinning up to the bar, he orders a double… with a double in it. Aye, I know, if there was a day for a Guinness then you'd think it's today but, after drinking the real stuff… anything outside of Dublin's not quite the same.

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Pinching Ne probably wouldn't be advised, but today at least she'd tied a simple green ribbon around her wrist to avoid any such confrontations. Violence on St Paddy's day? That won't do at all! Looking up as she hits the cue ball, making a decent but not all that amazing shot, her eyes are drawn to the new arrivals into the bar. One at least, she'd seen before. The short ice-cream colored mutant gives Julie a lazy wave of greeting before her eyes glance towards the singing man and the latina.

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Julie waves over when she spots Ne's wave. "Ay, Ne, how you doin!" She'd never pass for Irish, but seems to think green food coloring in her beer is sufficient for the occasion, once she's made her way to the bar for a cup. Michael, on the other hand, has arrived, indirectly from County Wherever.

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Sofia purses her lips slightly for a second, adjusting her bag where it hangs from her clasped hands, and taking a deep breath as she turns to survey the room. She finally takes a deep breath and starts toward the bar with long strides, heels clicking lightly against the bar floor. She'd never pass for Irish. She only just passes for Hispanic. Still, the bartender responds to a sweet smile and she soon has a a large green beer.

"…Hmm." Sofia blinks at it, raising an eyebrow, and turns to look over the room. Primary objects of investigation? Ne and Michael. The latter because she seems to recognize him than anything. She doesn't announce herself, however, and sips her stout. Then coughs, throatily. "…Hm."

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Upon getting the order Michael orders another off the back of a thought that strikes him. Messing about with a few things, aye, but it's all good craic. Once the second, very dyed green drink, arrives, he tapkes a small sip, swirling it about his mouth, and, after swallowing, lights up a cigarette. Taking a very shallow draw from it he exhales deeply… with the resultant smoke having a greenish hue.

Fair do's, he's not a fan of the interloping power he's picked up but, it turns out he could aerate the liquid to some degree, suspending some of it, and its colour, in the smoke he made which, added to the draw from his ciggie, poses as a passable party trick. Many looks seem to have been shot his way since he entered and, so, he waves to the onlooking faces, familiar or otherwise, "I'd say top of the morning t'ye… but I'd no want to be too stereotypical there. So, instead, how's it going?" he cheerily chirps.

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Guessing Ne's nationality was…probably difficult. Her lack of speech doesn't really help matters if one was to just ask her either. Instead she just gives a lazy shrug in answer to Julie's question. 'Good enough' it seems. Unlike most, she didn't have a drink in her hand yet. She'd stuck with her game of pool until the crowds had swollen. Sofia's eyes on her? Ne seems to eerily meet them at that moment, a silent tilt of her head and she blinks. Did her heterochomic eyes just switch colors?

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Julie hehs to Michael, as she collects a beer from the bar, seeing his smoke-colors. Says, "Well, I was kinda wondering what you can do. That part of it?" She looks back toward where Ne is, briefly, then to the barkeep, "I forget what she likes, but how bout something for Ne, too."

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Sofia blinks a couple times, slowly. She furrows her brows faintly and nods once, tilting her head. Nope. Sofia still looks completely normal, even when confronted with Ne's unusual, shifting eyes. She takes a deep breath and then turns slightly, moving toward where Michael is standing. She takes a couple steps and quietly slides her drink down onto the table nearest him. "There. A second one for you. In all fairness, I did take a sip." Her voice bears all the undertones of amusement… And there IS lipstick on the glass. Well, proof enough really. "This is quite the gathering. A lot of Catholics in one place for New York." Perhaps the Filipino tragically misunderstood something.

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"More the beginning, middle and end of it, t'be fair to myself." Michael says to Julie, taking another sip, then slight draw from the cigarette, to complete the effect, this time getting a brighter, lighter green on his exhale. "Thought there are days for drawing on the past, looking forward or enjoying the here and now. Doesnae take a genius to guess what it is the day."

Turning his attention to the glass, lipstick and all, then who and where it came from, Michael says to Sofia, "Well now. I cannae just leave such a good deed unpunished there. Can I, at least, get you something so you're not hard done by?" He takes a sip from the newest glass before continuing, "As for religion… after seeing it first hand north and south of the border… no offense to the big man upstairs… I'll no talk churches on a day I'm having a wee bit of fun."

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Into the mix Ne finally moves, her game abandoned as she approaches Diz. Maybe she'd heard her offer for a freebie? First rule of survival is to take what you can get after all. A tilt of her head, there's a questioning glance to make it obvious she's inquiring if Julie knows Sofia and Michael, but her eyes mostly remain on the pair whatever the answer.

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Julie rather glances in a random direction when churches are mentioned: that's not exactly a place where mutant acceptance ever ran very strong, but smiles to Ne. "Hey, Ne. Care for a beer? Or what did we have last time, martinis? This is… I think it's Michael, and,"…She indicates Sofia, "Someone we're about to meet." She smiles that way.

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"Sofia," the brunette responds quietly, her eyes casting to Ne and then to Julie, in turn. She offers a beatific smile, fingertips lightly smoothing her skirt as she does so. "No, you… Don't need to get me anything. I think I've had quite enough forf the moment." For all that it's just a sip that was taken. She sahrugs her shoulders then and shifts her weight slightly from left to right. Soon Sofia's gaze is on the people in front of her once more. "Alright, so not a church-related… Oh. I see. I, mmm. It's…" She has the grace to flush a fairly distinct red. At least it matches her skin well.

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Michael says to Sofia, hand slightly raised in surrender at the blush, "Ach, now, dinnae fash yourself there. Mixing the drink and the divine only ends one way though back home. All the nun and the bishop jokes come out." He chuckles and shakes his head softly, "… and if I start telling those they might no let me back in." pausing for another drink and a moment to think he adds, "Well, whatever your wee indulgence, whether drinking, smoking, even hearing a tune or two… while I can still fair finger the frets… say so and it shall be. I cannae let a kindness go without paying in kind."

Looking over to Julie and her friend Michael says to them, "Nice to see you again there Julie" To Ne he adds, "Hello to you too. No need to be shy on my part. I'm an eejit… but a good kindae eejit. What's your name, if you don't mind my asking?"

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Julie smiles to Sofia a little. "Dizzy."

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Shy? Easy enough to understand why one would think that when they meet Ne. Her whole lack of introducing herself does tend to give that impression. Frowning a little for a moment she cocks her head to one side with a blink and then glances to Julie. Hopefully she'll make the introduction, otherwise Ne's going to have to write it down. To the pair she at the very least nods her head, a hand coming to her chest in a faux-formal greeting.

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Julie smiles to Sofia a little. "Dizzy." She indicates Ne, and says, "This is Ne, she don't talk, but looks like she could use a drink, here."

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"Ne. Dizzy." Sofia gives a firm nod at this and then ofers that bright smile of hers to each, in turn and at once. She takes another deep breath and then banishes the blush. At least the embarrassment isn't in linger "Would you like a beer?" Sofia asks of Ne, quietly. "I can go retrieve a couple more drinks." She then mimics her words in deft American Sign Language. Just in case.

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Julie has left.

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Well, he's outclassed. As useful as it could have been he never picked up the power of languages. Signed or otherwise. Still. Michael copies the same greeting Ne gave and gives a friendly nod. "Aye, if you want anything, then just point it out there. Nae bother."

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Ne wasn't deaf, that much was clear. Sofia's sign language however gets a little purse of her lips before she waves a hand. Seems she doesn't understand it, although learning it? Might not be a terrible idea. So far she has to stick with writing things down! Michael's offer earns a smile and a nod, but she shrugs her shoulders and waves a hand. Anything's good it seems!

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Sofia nods when Ne waves her off and then tilts her head slightly. "I'll go get you a drink," she murmurs then. "And one for me, of course. Maybe less green." She doesn't really behave like she thinks Ne might have been deaf. It was probably a signal- that she would understand if Ne knows how to speak that way. Sofia adjusts her black evening gloves carefully and starts toward the bar with careful steps. It won't take her long to come back- with a beer- and a coca-cola, judging by the different cup and lack of green.

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Well, too late to get a drink in. In fact… there's a point. Michael turns, looking first to the bar, then to his wrist, then to the others. "Sorry. Time flies and so must I. Take it easy." Making a swift move for the door Michael wonders if it's not too late to get home without having to worry about having to use the access at the side gate. Thing's a pain to get working.

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Michael has left.

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