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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

[jadedsidekick]

Shego gave a little shrug at his deadpan comment. She did know nicer establishments that were a bit more welcoming and that were around the same distance as this one, but she was newly rePorted in and she wasn't exactly looking for nice. That might have been one of the reasons why she actually decided not to ditch Anders as soon as he started to act like a lech. She needed the excuse for some kind of excitement, and while she hated pervs they made the perfect punching bag.

She cracked her knuckles absentmindedly, and threw her head back to look at Anders. "Well, look at that. We could just make room, or take a seat at one of those booths over there." She motions to some raggedy looking booths by a grouping of pool tables that were currently being played by even hairier looking men.

[sassyqueermage]

"Let's go with the option least likely to have me on the floor with a black eye, shall we?" Not that Anders couldn't pull his own in a fight, but he'd rather not fight if given the choice. Besides, who knew what powers, James so aptly described it, these people had.

[jadedsidekick]

There's a shrug, and while she didn't even take a moment to consider which seating arrangement would help him avoid getting that dreaded black eye, she did figure that sitting in a booth was at least better than having to rough it for a seat at the bar.

She wanted to get drunk before she got into a fight, after all.

"The booth then. Fine. Should've known that a dress-wearing mage would wind up being a wimp too."

She elbows her way pass some men grouped together staring up at some game on a small television, and settles herself in one of the booths overlooking the men playing pool. It was the kind of booth that had absolutely no cushion due to years of heavy men sitting on it and idly tearing out whatever used to be inside the cushions.

[sassyqueermage]

Anders narrowed his eyes at Shego's back and against his better judgment, follower her to the booth. The seats were no problem as he has had so much worse.

"Robe-wearing mage who is smart, please. I don't know anyone who'd actively search for someone to punch them out." He paused for a second, considering that last statement. "Well, except you."

[jadedsidekick]

"I've yet to see the smart." She smirked, tapping her nails against the table as she waited for the waitress to make her way over here. The tips on her gloves add to the multiple pock marks on the table. Shego feigns surprise at his additional statement.

"So you noticed? And here I was trying to hide that," at least the banter she could possible get out of him would be worth his lecherous comments earlier. She needed someone who could keep up with her snark.

"We just met. And you already know me so well." Nevermind the fact that she still hadn't given him her name.

[sassyqueermage]

"In my life, you learn how to read people well. Sharp teeth means it's most likely going to eat you. Shiny armor means either run far away or flirt your way out of a scuffle. I like to think I mastered both." Anders eyed her gloves warily. He would not want those anywhere indescribable. "So, you really did come here looking for trouble, then?"

[jadedsidekick]

Shego chuckled, the smirk remaining on her face. "Nothing like getting drunk and getting into a fight to make you feel right at home." Her statement seemed to catch the attention of some of the fine gentlemen playing pool, but at that moment the waitress (one of those trashy 'hot chicks' they hire to give a mostly male populated bar something to look at) approached, looking impatient and expectant.

Shego placed her order for some generic beer brand, continuing to pick at the tabletop with her claws.

[sassyqueermage]

Nothing like conversations on violence to make a woman laugh--wait, what?

Anders gave the waitress a look that was mostly confused on whether he should be happy about scantily clad women serving him or find it mildly strange. He'd seen similarly dressed women outside and the unnamed woman was seated across from him was definitely not wearing anything they had back in Fereldon.

He picked up what looked like a menu from a side tray on the table and looked through the drinks. His mouth hanged open at some of the artful names listed.

"Did you take me to a brothel?" He exclaimed. "Give a man a warning next time."

[jadedsidekick]

She gives him a look. "...no. I didn't." And while she looks amused and perplexed at the same time, the waitress looks downright offended.

"Are you trying to be funny, or are you actually being serious?"

[sassyqueermage]

"Look at this!" Anders hissed, turning the menu over and pointing to some of the cocktails listed. "Hairy virgin? One Night Stand?"

[jadedsidekick]

"They get stupidly creative with the drink names. So?" She leans back in her booth and there's an agitated sigh. "Are you going to get a drink or are the names scaring you off?"

[sassyqueermage]

"As long as their drinks are hairy virgin free..." Anders sighed, looking back at the menu. Why did they need fancy drinks that clearly were attempting to be enticing invitations? He generally liked brothels, but they never gave him a menu.

"I will...have what she, whoever she is, is having," he motioned to the waitress

[jadedsidekick]

"Maybe they'll throw one hairy virgin in just for you." She snorted and glanced over at the men playing pool, sizing them up as though to make mental notes about how tough the crowd at the bar was tonight. The waitress seemed to be in a hurry so as soon as he placed his drink order she offered him a rather forced half-smile and went on ahead to entertain a rowdier group of men some ways off who had just entered the bar.

Shego crossed her arms and remained leaning back, still looking at the men playing pool. "It's Shego, by the way."

[sassyqueermage]

Anders wrinkled his nose in disgust at the suggestion of hairy virgin liquor, fresh from the cellar. Maker, he would not take a regularly hairy drink. This is why he never took mugs from dwarves.

"She. Go." He enunciated, leaning back against his seat, relaxing. "You've already met Ser Pounce-a-lot which just leaves me--the name is Anders."

[jadedsidekick]

She had half expected him to find something to comment on regarding her name, but instead she turns her head back towards him to stare at him impatiently as he sounds it out and introduces himself.

"Anders." She says it simply. "That's...an underwhelming name for a wizard."