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Summary: Johnny checks out Nowhere and has a convo with the bartender, Danny.
Date: August 27, 2010
Log Title: Fire Roasted Chips
Rating:PG
NYC - Nowhere
Nowhere is a community bar, with a slightly old world feel. All of the tables and chairs are made of wood, though there are some couches in a slightly offset room with green fabric. The music varies, depending upon the Owner's music taste for the day. Beer and Liquor are both served, but are both carded for as well.
//At the front of the bar, right as one walks in,is a large sign. "Superhuman friendly establishment. There will be no tolerance for disparaging remarks based on one's genetic status. Any fights will not be tolerated within the bar. The management holds no responsibility for where combatants are teleported." //
Afternoons are usually dead at Nowhere but that doesn't bother Danny in the least. The music playing is a mix of soft rock, techno and pop at the moment. It just means an easier shift for the bartender. At the moment he's leaning over the bar flipping through a catalouge. There's a cowboy hat resing on the bar next to the Japanese bartender wearing a sleevless shirt over a pair of jeans.
The door swings open from the outside, and a man in his mid thirties enters. Clad in a pair of loose fitting jeans and a T-shirt, dark red mirrored sunglasses coverng his eyes. He stops just inside the door and looks around, a faint smile on his lips. One hand comes up and pulls the shades to the top of his head and he approaches the bar. "Hey man, how's it goin.." He calls out to the bartender.
Danny closes the catelogue as Johnny walks up and the cover shows it's a martial arts catelouge. "Heya, what can Ah get for ya today?" He says in a surprisingly thick Southern accent. He scoops up his hat in one hand and puts it on his head and and looks up and down the bar. "So what brings ya in on a dead Friday afternoon?"
Johnny shrugs at the question. "Boredom mostly.. Freind told me about this place. Thought I'd stop by, check it out." He answers, taking a seat on one of the stools. "Uh.. lets do.. big coke and a start with some chicken strips if you've got em." He says smiling.
Danny smiles at Johnny and shakes his head. "We're a bar, we got coke but we ain't got much for food here. Ah might be able tah dig up some pretzels or chips or something but we ain't got chicken strips." There's a polite chuckle from Danny as he starts to fill a pint glass with some ice and coke from the tap. "Thus why it's dead this afternoon, usually the crowd picks up later tahnight."
Johnny frowns and shrugs, "Hit me with whatever man. I'm easy." He tells the other man, extending a hand. "Johnny, pleasure to meet you.. uh.. Sorry didn't catch your name." He says easily.
Danny shakes his hand and offers a friendly smile. "Ah'm Danny. Or they also tend tah call me Cowboy 'round here. Mainly for mah accent." He says looking behind the bar to see what kinda bar snacks they might have. He eventually pulls out a bag of tortilla chips and a small bowl and pours some in. "Sorry we can't be much help to yer stomach today but Ah will say the coke here is good." He jokes.
Johnny grins and nods to the bowl of chips. "Got any salsa in there?" He asks shorty, waving a hand over the bowl. Flames erupt from his palm and sear the chips as he passes it, heating the chips and browning them as well. The flames die the next moment, with no damage to anything, least of all Johnny. A smirk crosses his lips at the joking and he takes a chip and munches on it. "Damn.. maybe not.. those are good as is.."
Since the place is in mutant town and is a superpower friendly bar, the display of powers isn't anything new to Danny. "Well Ah guess that's a good thing cause we ain't got any Salsa. Just usually somethin' with a little salt in it for the afternoon crowds. My old job didn't even have that." He's been a bar tender at a few places in the city, it's decent money. "Well Ah gotta say the flame retardant clothing tah that degree must be nice."
Johnny shakes his head, pulling aside his collar to reveal the dark blue leotard looking uniform, a small part of an large silver 4 can be seen. He replaces the T-shirt and shows Danny his sleeves, revealing the dark blue material rolled up neatly under his sleeves. "Uniform.. I have to wear it under everything or my clothes combust. Was a pain when I first started out. " He adds with a small smile. "So what do people do here, except drink? Watch the game? Party?" He asks, looking around at the otherwise empty room.
"Well then, Ah shoulda guessed, name's Johnny ya got fire powers, it seems obvious now." Danny comments of the Fantastic Four member. "Ah used tah do a bit of superheroin' mahself but nothin' major. The team kinda feel apart, was some government thing, so now Ah'm studyin' tah be teachin' at some school for kids with super powers." Danny explains. "Ah understand the uniform bit, Ah don't always gotta wear mine but Ah shift when Ah used mah powers."
Johnny smiles, and eats another chip, savoring the fire seared flavor. He listens to Danny, nodding a few times, then answers once the chip is gone. "Oh yeah? I just put in my resume to work with the Avengers.. Iron Man and all those guys. I get bored just sittin around. I can't really see myself doing anything else. I've been a hero too long. So how's the teaching thing going? Do you have to take courses or whatever?"
"Ah ain't a teacher yet but so far it ain't so bad. Better than workin' at a book store." Danny says in a light manner as he did work at a book store for quite a few years. "Ah ain't really been one that long, though it was pretty good while it lasted. Ah woudln't turn down bein' a super hero again. It wasn't bad while it lasted. Ah wished it lasted longer but oh well, whatcha gonna do? That's how Ah ended up with the job Ah got…not the bartendin' one but the teachin' one."
Johnny nods, sipping down some coke. "Oh.. never saw much fun in Teaching. Hero work is fun, dangerous…. but fun. I'm a mechanic as well, I've taught that a few times. Been a firefighter for a while. But that was based on my powers. Didn't have to worry about getting burned." He says shrugging, reaching for another chip.
Danny is still fairly young so he's still very nonchalant about the future. "Well sometimes ya gotta scrafice a little bit of fun for a job tah get by but at least this job is the fun one. Ah get tah talk to customers, flirt with customers, dance, pick the music that plays, Ah love bein' a bartender. Ah think Ah'll be keepin' this occupation for as long as Ah can even if mah folks weren't to happy 'bout it, but that ain't matterin' much anymore."
Johnny raises an eyebrow, munching still. "Oh? Sorry to hear that." He says simply, washing down his chips with a gulp of coke. "I dunno. I'm all about the partying, but it's no fun if I gotta serve people booze while I'm drinkin. Ruins the buzz." He jokes.
"Ah like it and tah each their own. And you'd be surprise at how many people like tah 'party with the bartender' so tah speak." Danny says with a grin as he gets several customers getting him to do shots with them and such. "Well Johnny it was nice meetin' ya but Ah gotta help these guys who just walked in and mah shift ends in a bit. Kady will be here tah cover for me so she'll be happy tah help ya out."
Johnny shakes his head, and takes the last chip from the bowl, leaving only a few crumbs. "Nah I'm good. I'd be very tempted to hit on her and distract her from her job. Don't wanna get anyone in trouble." He teases, finishing off the coke, just before the point where it starts to slurp through the straw. He slides off the bar stool, and digs in his pocket for a small wad of cash, peeling off a five and a couple ones, tossing it on the bar. " I 'preciate the chat Danny. Catch you later." He says turning towards the door. "Change is yours."
