Nikola was in a foul mood. It seemed the island had decided in a fit of whim to give most of the islanders a superpower. Excellent, something he could take advantage of? No, of course not because it had seemed fit to give him... spitting venom. And a stupid frilly neck that grew when he felt threatened. A frilly neck? With his features. It was absurd. What Nikola needed was drink.
"Wine or whatever it is you lot drink around here," Nikola demanded staring sullenly at Tricksy. "So, what wonderful abilities did the island give you today?"
Trixa had wine, she'd brought a little of her Rapture stash to the bar, but for today, she poured the strong stuff. Especially since Tesla looked like he could use it.
"Don't know, don't care. I'm just here to work." She slid the glass over with her characteristic grace and a smile.
"And not drink with me? Shame, I could have done with some decent company and not the company of braindead sheep marvelling in their own ineptitude to handle their powers." Nikola said. If Nikola wasn't so pissed at his own ridiculous powers, he would've been the first to set up a station to observe and monitor the powers. Fluctations, control, power, strength... anything that might help him gain a foothold of power here but no, he was a human-dinosaur and a ridiculous one at that.
"I'm on duty, buddy, no can do. But I take offense at the fact you think I can't be decent company without a drink in my hand."
She looked down her nose at him, mock anger playing across her features. He must have gotten something awful with the look on his face. So, because she was a little bored, she decided to poke. Wouldn't harm anything, would it?
"How much ineptitude have you been showing? Assuming you got a dose of something, that is?"
Normally Lex went to the Catscratch for his drinking needs but he really didn't want to face Helen like this. Half the furniture in his and Anatoly's hut was broken or on it's last legs. He was just lucky he hadn't broken Anatoly, though the man had a few new bruises that made Lex wince.
Lex took back ever wanting Clark's powers. Not that he'd admit it out loud, but he'd thought it more then once that day.
When he saw Trixa behind the bar, he sighed with relief. She was used to super natural things, at least this wouldn't be too weird for her. "I need something strong and keep it coming."
"Okay, then..." Like a good bartender, she poured the drink and slid it across the bar. And after a second thought she put the bottle there, too. If he wanted to keep it coming, she might as well enable self-service in case she had to take care of another customer.
"I take it someone woke up with a crap set of powers this morning?"
Lex managed to catch the drink, mostly just by letting it stop by bouncing off his hand before he picked it up and took a long drink, emptying the glass. The burn of the alcohol down his throat felt wonderful.
Then he went to put the glass down on the bar...and ended up smashing the glass to pieces. He closed his eyes and groaned. "Oh it's a perfectly wonderful powers, with more uses then I can imagine. I'm just finding out that it's not as easy to control as I thought."
Trixa managed not to jump, but it was a close thing as her eyes widened at the glass carnage. Not even trying to be subtle, she grabbed the bottle back. No self-service for Lex tonight.
She reached for her rag to start sweeping up the shards and looked at Lex, wondering what he was going to destroy next and how she was spinning it to Neil. We needed new glasses anyway, right? "So... should I improvise a straw for the next round?" Either way, he was getting one of the clay mugs this time as she poured out the next shot. Clay was easier to replace on the island than glass was.
Well, well, well. Look who it was, sliding into her bar. It did save her the trouble of digging a pit for him to fall into. The IPD would probably appreciate it, too, since her idea of justice probably didn't synch up with theirs. Such sticklers cops were. But since she'd wanted to talk to him, might as well get it out of the way. She could suss him out, get a feel for how deep the con went and how much she'd have to make him pay for it.
"Sawyer."
She poured him a drink, sliding it over with a neutral gaze. If he thought she was pissed, well, having him on edge wouldn't hurt anything.
"Trixa," he greeted with a slightly raised brow, feeling out her mood, one which seemed to lick at the air like a fire blazing sky-high. Or no- not quite. It was too controlled, burning carefully with smoldering embers that glowed red-hot in the dark. Knowing that Neil was only some distance away, Sawyer did his best not to let his countenance show too much a deviation from the norm. There was no need to involve perfectly decent people, no need to disturb the peace- as much of it as there still was in the first place that weekend.
He took the drink, mind vaguely wondering if she'd dropped anything inside. If he'd pay for trusting her with a sharp ache in his gut later.
Trixa wasn't a poisoner. Don't get her wrong, she'd been tempted, more than tempted, but she never quite went that route. It was too impersonal, anyone could slip a little extra into someone's beer, but it took a trickster to really tailor the pain and frankly, where was the challenge in poison. She had a reputation to maintain, not to mention a boss to not implicate. She'd rather keep her extra curriculars, well, extra curricular
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"Wine or whatever it is you lot drink around here," Nikola demanded staring sullenly at Tricksy. "So, what wonderful abilities did the island give you today?"
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"Don't know, don't care. I'm just here to work." She slid the glass over with her characteristic grace and a smile.
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She looked down her nose at him, mock anger playing across her features. He must have gotten something awful with the look on his face. So, because she was a little bored, she decided to poke. Wouldn't harm anything, would it?
"How much ineptitude have you been showing? Assuming you got a dose of something, that is?"
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Lex took back ever wanting Clark's powers. Not that he'd admit it out loud, but he'd thought it more then once that day.
When he saw Trixa behind the bar, he sighed with relief. She was used to super natural things, at least this wouldn't be too weird for her. "I need something strong and keep it coming."
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"I take it someone woke up with a crap set of powers this morning?"
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Then he went to put the glass down on the bar...and ended up smashing the glass to pieces. He closed his eyes and groaned. "Oh it's a perfectly wonderful powers, with more uses then I can imagine. I'm just finding out that it's not as easy to control as I thought."
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She reached for her rag to start sweeping up the shards and looked at Lex, wondering what he was going to destroy next and how she was spinning it to Neil. We needed new glasses anyway, right? "So... should I improvise a straw for the next round?" Either way, he was getting one of the clay mugs this time as she poured out the next shot. Clay was easier to replace on the island than glass was.
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"Sawyer."
She poured him a drink, sliding it over with a neutral gaze. If he thought she was pissed, well, having him on edge wouldn't hurt anything.
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He took the drink, mind vaguely wondering if she'd dropped anything inside. If he'd pay for trusting her with a sharp ache in his gut later.
Didn't matter.
He downed half of it in one go.
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