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[sassyqueermage]

WHO: sassyqueermage, OPEN
WHERE: Outside the Tower.
WHEN: Today, early evening.
WARNINGS: Sassiness.
SUMMARY: Anders wants a drink. Badly. However, he has no idea where to look.
FORMAT: Prose.

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[jadedsidekick]

Suffice to say Shego was rarely in a good mood when alternate dimensions came into play. She was in a bad mood the first time she stepped foot into this dimension, and she will remain in a bad mood for her second time around. However, the fact that she actually had a job offer within the first hour of her arrival made things a bit more manageable...even if the guy was a total creep who wanted her to sign in blood.

But hey, a jobs a job, and a somewhat celebratory drink was in order. That, or a drink to calm down that headache she just so happened to get as soon as she realized she was in the same stupid City as last time.

So here she was, headed out to be as far away from the Tower when she spies a rather... peculiar individual wearing what looks like some kind of dress talking to a cat. He was obviously another imPort, and Shego figured she could take the time to harass a newbie.

She pauses somewhere next to him, and cocks her hip to the side as she crosses her arms, an eyebrow raised with a sort of amusement at how bizarre this dress-clad fellow looked.

"Or they just don't want to talk to some weirdo wearing a dress talking to his cat." She pauses, and flicks her wrists nonchalantly. "But it's not like this City's seen weirder."

[sassyqueermage]

Anders looked around, trying to find the source of that delectable voice and found it not too far off.

My, did all women wear skintight outfits in this world (not that he was complaining, mind you)?

"Correction, a mage talking to his cat who might as well pass as my familiar or you could call me Anders," he smirked.

[jadedsidekick]

She rolls her eyes a little, but her face is still amused as he basically introduces himself. "Mage, weirdo, same thing. So what, do all mages in your little fantasy world wear ridiculous dresses and carry around cats? Or are you just a special case?"

Weren't owls their stupid "familiars" or something? Whatever. Shego never paid attention to those stupid fantasy movies to care.

Her arms were crossed once again, and she strolled a little closer to him. Sheesh that outfit was ridiculous. She didn't see any reason to introduce herself just yet.

[sassyqueermage]

"This ridiculous dress is a robe, thank you." She was feisty just like Velanna. Oh, that brought back memories. It was so long ago (no, it wasn't) that he had laid eyes on that buxom blond elf.

"And this cat is very special indeed." He held up Ser Pounce-a-lot, hands hooked under his front paws. "Say hello, Pounce."

[jadedsidekick]

"Again, that doesn't stop it from looking ridiculous, dress or not." Shego snorts a little, but her eyes trail down to look at the cat as he holds him up. Luckily for Ser Pounce (man, what a ridiculous name to go along with his ridiculous-looking owner) Shego was more of a cat person than a dog person.

She shrugs. "Looks like a normal cat to me. Despite its really...unique name." Having owned a cat previously in the City, she feels the temptation to scritch under its chin, but her reputation as a mean, green badass prevented her from doing so in front of a stranger. Instead her face goes from a smirk to her usual slight scowl and her arms remain crossed.

"But what was this I heard about you and drinks?"

[sassyqueermage]

"I desperately want to get drunk. As you can see by my not ridiculous robes and extraordinary cat, I'm new. And I emphasize the extraordinary part. This cat could take down Darkspawn." Anders cradled the cat in his arms once again, smiling down at it like it was his baby.

[jadedsidekick]

Oh man the way he was cradling his cat was getting alarmingly more weird by the second. "Dark...spawn..."

She shakes her head and considers her options for a second. Either leave this weirdo and head off and drink alone, or see what would happen if she brought a wizard...mage...whatever to one of the local dives she used to wander off to when life in the City was just too crazy or dull for her to handle. Magic could do some much needed damage and chaos, but the way he was coddling that cat...

Shego rolls her eyes for the umpteenth time and shakes her head. "Small world. See, I'm not exactly new but being dragged back to this lame City makes me want to get drunk. And drinking alone isn't exactly exciting...though the more you coo over that cat, the more I think you wouldn't be able to handle the kind of bars I go to."

[sassyqueermage]

Anders smirked at Shego's invitation, mistaking it for something else entirely. Of course, with Anders, it would eventually get around to him making lewd comments.

"You, me, drunk. Are you propositioning me? I'm flattered, but you don't need to get me drunk first."

[jadedsidekick]

Aaaaand her face falls. Of course Shego, find yourself a newly imPorted pervert and ask him to join you for drinks. And here she thought he was playing for the other team by wearing that ridiculous outfit. Go figure.

"Yeaaaaah well I'd have to get really drunk first, and unfortunately for you, dress-wearing wizards aren't exactly my type. So no, I'm not."

[sassyqueermage]

"Aw, c'mon. Give me a chance. They say once you go mage, you never go back." Yes, definitely reminiscent of Velanna which only made him want to try all the more to be obnoxiously lewd.

[jadedsidekick]

And now she is instantly regretting stopping to talk to him. Her face remains harsh, and her frown deepens. His attitude reminds her of someone she knew who used to be in the City, but the name of the loser escaped her. He's not quite as bad as Cousin Eddie, she'd give him that. But still, there's a familiar twitchy feeling in her fingers and a flicker of green as the urge to kick his ass grows.

"Do you want to get drunk or not?"

[sassyqueermage]

"Alright, we'll skip the pleasantries. Right down to business. Let's go get drunk." This woman was certainly eager to get him drunk which only made Anders grin lecherously more. Behind that mean, frightening exterior laid a woman who clearly wanted him.

[OOC: I am so sorry, lmfao.]

[jadedsidekick]

Or a woman who was fighting the urge to punch him in the face. Already. Wow, this guy hit the "annoying" bell in record time...go figure. But again, was desperate for some kind of excitement, and bringing a wide-eyed (albeit lecherous) newb to a bar with her would probably prove to be far more exciting than going on her own and seeing what'll happen.

....ooooor it was probably a horrible idea but whatever. If he tried anything on her she knew for a fact she could probable take him out. She turned around on her heel and started heading towards the nearest bar she knew of.

"You're probably going to want to find someplace to hide your cat. I don't know where you came from, but most places don't allow pets."

((ooc : oh g-d don't apologize. awakening!anders is so much fun.))

[sassyqueermage]

"Noted." He slipped Ser Pounce-a-lot back into his bag where he mewed happily. He had made quite a home there, able to sleep through all their running around in dark dangerous places back in Fereldon. A bar would be nothing for Ser Pounce, slayer of Darkspawn.

"So, lead the way, my new fine-formed friend."

[jadedsidekick]

Fine...formed...friend....

Again there was a twitch in her fingers and a crackle of energy at her fingers, but this made the want for a nice tall glass of something alcoholic even stronger.

So she lead the way, and in about ten minutes she was leading him into a...stereotypical seedy-looking joint that served thugs and the like. And from the look that some of the regulars gave her and her acquaintance when they entered the bar, it seemed as though it were the kind where fights broke out. Frequently.

"Here we are."

[sassyqueermage]

The place smelled nearly like the old pubs his companions pulled him into. It was comforting, almost like home except the men looked a bit more frightening with their leather armor (jackets) and facial hair. Maker, they almost looked like dwarves except for the tall and human part.

"Charming," he responded in deadpan, looking around carefully. If anyone tried hiring him here... "Looks like there's no room at the bar."