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[thelittlestbub]

Who: thelittlestbub and coldestshoulder
When: June 7th, evening
Where: Lion's Gate
Summary: An Ice Guy and a Mutant walk into a bar...
Warnings: Shouldn't be, not even violence.

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[coldestshoulder]

Sub-Zero had been staring out over the floor, eyes narrowed at an argument that involved a lot of violent gestures. There was a closer security person, but both young men involved looked very close to throwing punches.

He didn't respond immediately to the question, waiting until he saw that yes, someone else had spotted the potential problem and moved to make sure it didn't become one. He really missed having a job where all his problems could be punched in the face. Or whatever they had that passed for a face.

"Ice water," He answered, looking over the bar tender again. She was around a foot shorter than he was and had to be around half his weight.

[thelittlestbub]

"Sure thing."

She got into the fridge where they kept the frosted glasses and expertly delivered up a glass of ice water. Setting it down, she ignored the fight, just because if she ended up having to jump over the bar to take care of it? She'd be taking out some female frustrations on someone's head.

"New here?"

[coldestshoulder]

The glass was comfortably cold when Sub-Zero picked it up, and he nodded in acknowledgement.

"Since May," He answered. It was too difficult to fake something like that, and he didn't see a point in lying. "How about you?"

[thelittlestbub]

She sighed and leaned on the bar, resting her chin on her hand. She smiled and waggled her fingers at an older gentleman across the way. He just tilted his whiskey glass at her.

"Since January." She glanced at him. "Of last year." Over a year. It didn't seem that long. sometimes it felt longer.

"I'm Jubilee, by the way."