Happy Hour!

[x5_493_ben]

When the kitten comes down and asks Bar for a glass of milk, he gets a note along with it. That has him scrunching his nose a bit. He's never bartended before. Not for a mission... nothing. Then again he's the broken one. Of course he hasn't. She provides him with a book of drinks that he goes through and memorizes. So he turns and writes the

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[mr_v_and_mr_c]

"A Fox Poison, please?" asks a man who is, it must be said, rather foxlike already.

"Two," adds his companion, who is tall and wolfish.

[x5_493_ben]

The soldier gives a nod before making two and setting it before the two men. He's broken but right now that's not even remotely showing. Not with how these men look.

[mr_v_and_mr_c]

"I don't believe we've met," says the foxlike one, cheerily. "My name is Mr. Croup, and this is Mr. Vandemar. It's a pleasure."

He smiles. It's horrific.

[x5_493_ben]

He was a nomalie. That's exactly what he was but he doesn't voice it. Just gives them a grin.

"Ben."

There might be a bit of a purr in that voice. Its just whom he is considering his DNA and all. After all, he smells more cat than human.

[loyaltyinmotion]

Jason wanders towards the Bar, studying the specials. He's going out tonight, but a pre-clubbing drink never hurt anyone.

"A Zombie? God I'm glad Anita can't hear me order this. OK, gimme a Zombie."

He freezes when he notices who the bartender is; or rather, senses what he is.

[x5_493_ben]

Except to be honest, there's really not much to sense. Yeah, he'll sense that he's a cat. But that's about it. After all, he doesn't smell like Micah or any of the other cats even if his feline DNA is a black panther and it isn't his fault who made him. Not his fault he's Manticore's little broken toy soldier. But that drink is made (though when he turns his back to make it Jason might notice the barcode on the back of his neck) and then he turns placing the drink down in front of Jason.

"One Zombie."

Even that sounds weird to Ben.

[loyaltyinmotion]

It's the barcode that moves him from unease to all out panic. He doesn't think this guy is What's-His-Face psycho from a few years back, but Max did say she had siblings.

Well fuck. Great timing.

His mouth is dry as he begins scenting for a gun.

[x5_493_ben]

He can smell the panic and frowns. There's no gun on Ben. In fact, he carries no weapons whatsoever. Its just him and his abilities. There's also facts that Jason doesn't know. Like how he's meant to be dead.

"Are you alright?"

As he'd done before he's putting up a charade. He can't let anyone know that he's truly broken. No one that isn't Demeter anyway. And Maxie. But Maxie knows he's broken. And he almost automatically pulls his shirt collar up a bit to cover the barcode not that he knows Jason saw.