Multipup / In various bars

[mm_adiva]

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call it a New York bar

[eversomuchfun]

Andy might have some trouble figuring out this particular customer.

Sherlock walks in the door with his hands tucked into the pockets of a slightly-too-large black leather motorcycle jacket and makes his way across the room to the bar, but doesn't order anything immediately; he seems content to lean against the wall and observe the human traffic for a while.

[self_espresso]

Things are pretty busy, but during a lull, Andy glances over at the stranger. She's been trying to get a read off him since she first noticed him -- and failing.

Last time she couldn't get a read off a stranger in her bar, he turned out to be a vampire. She's not looking to repeat that particular experience again.

"Hey," she calls, "you planning on ordering anything, pal?"

[eversomuchfun]

He meets her eyes and smiles disarmingly.

"Yes," he says, coming closer so he won't have to raise his (soft, English) voice. "I just can't think what. Any recommendations?"

[self_espresso]

"Depends on what you like. House speciality is the mojito."

[eversomuchfun]

"I'm reasonably fond of those. Thank you, that will do nicely."

Flashing another smile, he takes a seat.

[self_espresso]

"Yeah, you got it."

Unfriendly bartender is unfriendly!

She moves down the bar to mix his drink, returning fairly quickly.

"Here you go. Want me to open a tab for you?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Yes, please."

Regardless of her friendliness, he is still polite. Polite, mind you. Not flirtatious. There is a difference.

[self_espresso]

She holds out a hand. "Credit card?"

[eversomuchfun]

He extracts one from his pocket and hands it over without letting their fingers touch.

[self_espresso]

"Thanks."

Off she goes to run the card. When she returns, she slides it across the bar. "Here you go, Mr. Stark. Anything else I can get you?"

[eversomuchfun]

He chuckles. It's a friendly enough sound, but it's not clear what he's laughing at.

"Not just now, thanks."

[self_espresso]

Her eyebrows go up.

"Cool." She cocks her head. "Where are you in from? London?"

[eversomuchfun]

Cheerfully: "Oh, no. I've never been there. I am, believe it or not, a native of this very state."

Or at least of a New York.

[self_espresso]

". . . With aspirations towards British citizenship?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Not a bit of it. I like America just fine."

Teasing her with unlikely truths is far too much fun.

[self_espresso]

"So . . . with aspirations towards confusing people for the fun of it?"