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[themanclion]

He'd been expecting this. He hasn't been able to go home (again) because of the state of his face (almost better but not quite) and he hasn't paid any cash money for his room and food...or drinks, which total more than the first two put together. So he just sighs when he gets the note and asks,

'Will this make us even?'

No reply from Bar. He could

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[ggollymissmolly]

The top of a pink hat appears above the bar. It has a face on it.

And then Molly clambers onto a barstool, flipping back one ear of her bunnyhat.

"Can I get a milkshake, please?"

[themanclion]

Gene has his chin resting on his hand, leaning over his paper. The emergence of a pink hat draws raised eyebrows, then they go higher at the request.

'Depends. D'you know 'ow to make one?'

[ggollymissmolly]

"You put milk and ice cream in a blender and make 'em go whizz," says Molly helpfully. "I dunno what they use for the flavours. Real fruit, I guess?"

[themanclion]

'A blender.'

He's never seen a blender. For that matter, it's been a while since he saw fruit.

'Well. OK then, swee'heart, we can give it a try I s'pose. What fruit d'you want in it?'

[ggollymissmolly]

"Anything but banana," Molly says. "But strawberry'd be nice!" She peers at the stuff behind the bar.

"You want a hand, mister?"

[themanclion]

'Name's Gene.'

He looks behind him at the various appliances. To be fair, some of them probably do exist in 1973 but he rarely sees the inside of a kitchen, let alone knows how to cook in one.

'Prob'ly best if you come an' lend a hand, yeah. Jus' don' touch any of the booze or I'll be forced to arrest you an' chuck you in a cell.'

He's teasing. Though he does sound quite serious.

[ggollymissmolly]

Molly giggles. "You could try, anyway."

She is completely fearless, as would be any small girl who knows perfectly well that she could break Gene with one hand. She hops neatly over the bar counter and joins in the hunt for milkshake-making utensils.

"I'm Molly!"

[themanclion]

He gives her a strange sort of look and neatly removes a knife on the counter behind in case she cuts herself by accident.

'Oh yeah? You think you coul' stop me?'

He's looking for strawberries. There's bound to be some around here somewhere.

[ggollymissmolly]

She beams up at him agreeably.

"Yup!"

[themanclion]

'How's tha' then. You're jus' a little 'un.'

He sounds rather like he's humouring her, but not in a really patronising way.

He also has strawberries, now. He even eats one (the fried foos in his system may start a revolt).

[ggollymissmolly]

"Gotcha!" Her voice is muffled: Molly has been burrowing beneath the bar, but emerges with a rather battered and slightly old-fashioned blender.

She straightens up and puts the blender on the counter before snagging a strawberry for herself. "I'm crazy strong and stuff," she tells him cheerfully. "It's kinda hard to arrest someone who could throw you across the bar."

[themanclion]

'What're you, an alien?'

Entirely possible, he supposes, though she looks normal enough.

'Well then, go an' find some alien ice cream an' I'll get the milk.'

[ggollymissmolly]

"Nah, but I got two sisters who are." Molly's eyes glow bright pink as she grins at him. "I'm a mutant!"

She switches her powers off and goes to find the fridge.

[themanclion]

He's taken aback by that and quite obviously so.

Hmmm.

'Like X?' he asks, rummaging for milk.

'I met 'er, once. She's a mutant; got claws an' everythin'.'

[ggollymissmolly]

"Yup!" Molly is (mostly) oblivious to his reaction as she rummages in the freezer for strawberry ice cream. (Like you can have too many strawberries.)

"She's on Security like me. She's got different powers, though. Like my, my," a fraction of hesitation, "My mom and dad were psychics, and Emma Frost turns into diamond, and Shadowcat walks through walls, and stuff."

[themanclion]

'You're on Security?'

He straighten up and eyes her again, a pint of milk dangling from one hand.

'No offence swee'heart, 'cos I'm sure you're jus' as strong as you say you are, bu' aren' you a bit young?'

How would any criminals take her seriously? And more importantly, there are some things kids just shouldn't see.