Icarus | X-Men AU | The Bar
"Look, Ah told y'all it ain't all dat simple - if he says it cain't be removed den Ah'm jus' gonna hafta put up with it-"
The New Orleans bayou accent cuts off as a figure steps through a door. Jay's not all that tall, but the wings - the left of which is mechanical - kinda make up for it.
"Oh mési. Bar, y'all turn up at d' best of times, Ah swear." Jay sighs, after checking that the person following him has actually gone. He makes his way to the bar, putting a schoolbag in it and sitting on a stool. "Absinthe, Bar. Y' know how Ah like it, right?" A glass appears, a bottle next to it, and he picks it up, taking a sip.
It should be noted that his hands are shaking, and the black and yellow tribal patterns up his arms and across his chest are shifting slowly.
The New Orleans bayou accent cuts off as a figure steps through a door. Jay's not all that tall, but the wings - the left of which is mechanical - kinda make up for it.
"Oh mési. Bar, y'all turn up at d' best of times, Ah swear." Jay sighs, after checking that the person following him has actually gone. He makes his way to the bar, putting a schoolbag in it and sitting on a stool. "Absinthe, Bar. Y' know how Ah like it, right?" A glass appears, a bottle next to it, and he picks it up, taking a sip.
It should be noted that his hands are shaking, and the black and yellow tribal patterns up his arms and across his chest are shifting slowly.