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I'm not spending any fucking money on a bracelet, so, just as a warning, don't tag me or you will regret it. [ She may not look particularly intimidating but what she lacks in physical prowess, she more than makes up for by being filled with rage and an impressive amount of teenage passive aggressiveness. She gives a rough shake of her head, annoyed, rolling her eyes. ] This shit just seems like a good way to get punched.

[ Huff puff. Debbie Downer here is not into this shit, ok.

She may or may not be bored at work, as well, so if you're in the neighborhood for some alcohol in a dimly lit dingy bar (that didn't bother with getting a sign, so markers away), please come annoy the new bartender. She can be found leaning on the scuffed counter, scrolling through her phone with a perpetual sour expression on her face. Please don't ask for anything too complicated because she'll just make it up and you won't be happy. ]

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Logan can be very tedious. [Don't find him interesting. He's problematic, like all your favorite X-Men are. Except Ororo. Storm is just a blessing. A queen. Literally and figuratively.]

First rule of bartending? Don't let the guy with the psychology degree do it. Or he really does turn into a cheap therapist. That and, well, there was a job fair when I arrived. Put in your qualifications, the system spit out a job you were given. That was what I got.

Whoever runs those things? Doesn't like me. Clearly.

[He strains the fluid through the mixer and there, a nice, slightly amber, martini.]

This should taste a bit better.

[ She lives and breathes problematic, sadly. ]

Ah, see, that's where you went wrong: you answer for the job you want on those things. [ The advice of a girl who lies habitually and one who knows how to work the system—most systems—to her advantage. It feels strange that they'd stick someone like him in such a position but, maybe he's right, maybe someone doesn't like him.

She takes the drink and gives it a sip. She doesn't mean to but she smiles—small but genuine. ]

All right, doesn't taste as much like cheap liquor as I thought it would. [ Warm, impressed. It still burns on the way down and settles oddly on her empty stomach but it's better than anything she could have whipped up. He's going to waste away his talents where they've stuck him. ]

You might want to consider opening up a boozy therapy lounge. Charge a shit ton and then you're not a cheap therapist. [ You're an expensive one who fuels bad habits! She's a genius, obviously. ]

See, that's the thing. I did. I did everything I could to answer for not what I'm going.

[David knows how to construct computer systems and filters. No, there was something else up there. Something complicated. He's a better doctor on paper. And yet here he was.]

It would taste better if there was better liquor. And I'll say this right now, alcohol is the wrong way to handle mental health and therapy issues. Chemical depressants are inhibitants to the process.

[ As fascinating the effect of alcohol is on mental health, Heather finds his earlier statement a little more interesting. She frowns. ]

What job were you going for? [ Maybe his particular skillset isn't needed here, though she really doubts it. ]

Anything other than what I am. I hate tech support.

[Too much abuse of the agents.]

[ She feels a touch of sympathy for him. It's one thing to be kidnapped for some greater good or what the fuck ever but to then be saddled with a job you hated? That's a lot. ]

That's shitty. [ No, really. ] Maybe there's a way to get out of it? A little bit of customer trolling?

[ Though, she knows just how impossible that just might be. Contracts or something else. Everything here rubs her the wrong way. Or is she just not used to having to make her own decisions? ] Play dumb?

Looked at the contract. Those are damn tight. I’ll live with my personal hell. But I never learned how to play dumb.

[And he is damn smart. Already he is whipping up another drink from materials behind the bar and no alcohol. He could do this.]

[ She raises a brow as he makes another drink but says nothing, taking a sip of the last one he'd made. It's a good thing she doesn't care much for rules. ]

It's never too late to learn. [ But what does she know? If he's fine with it, good on him. Hopefully, the pay isn't too bad. ]

[When he's done he circles back to his stool on the other side of the bar and he slips some money into the tip jar.]

Perhaps, but I'd probably need someone to teach me how. I'll have to manage it.

[ She only acknowledges the tip with a slight tilt of her head. ...good man. ]

You ever want to learn, I'm pretty easy to find. [ That was fucking lame, Sharon. ]

[Well now David chuckles, because that's pretty hilarious.]

I don't know, you've struck me as rather bright. In a different sort of way.

[ She flushes. Someone please take away her ability to talk to other people. ]

"In a different sort of way", huh? [ Finger quotes and all. She even pitches her voice as if offended.

She's not.

Sort of. ]

Practical intelligence. Common sense, as most people call it.

[Which is a different way from what he has. And it's probably more valuable.]

[ She smiles, amused. Ok, she'll take it. ] I'm gonna put that on all my job applications now.

Ah, but you've got a good thing going here. And a practical person doesn't mess with that if it works. I don't think a job application is needed right now.

[He continues sipping at the fruity, and non-alcoholic, thing that he'd made for himself.]

Hey, it's important to have options. I can never know when I'll do something stupid, like let a customer mix me a drink, and lose my job. [ She leans forward against the counter, elbows planted, a smile still on her lips. Even that's practical of her. She knows it's better safe than sorry and she also knows she can be thoughtless and mouthy. ]

[Thing is, David tends to make friends with mouthy and occasionally thoughtless. Seemed he had a type of person he enjoyed the company of. The thoughtful ones never seemed to keep caring.]

Do you really think you’ll get into trouble?

I definitely broke a few rules. [ But isn't that why rules exist? It'd definitely be smart of them to get rid of her early, she's trouble. ]

I'll just play it safe the rest of the day. [ No worries. ]

[Don't tell David that, because he's used to people telling him that exact thing. Then he just smiles.]

Will it help if I tip extra?

I don't think it would hurt. [ But the way she grins indicates it's not really necessary. ] Or you could just save it for the next time you come in. I bet a repeat customer will help more.

[He's not the repeat customer type. But he nods.]

I'll teach you something else next time. Think about what you want.

All right, cool. [ It looks like she's got something to look forward to, maybe. ] I'll hold you to that.

[If he improved her night, it’s worth it. He puts payment on the counter and smiles.]

It’s been fun. I should head out. Name’s David by the way.

Heather Mason. [ a beat and then: ] See ya later, David, and good luck with that job.

[ He's definitely made her day a little brighter. ]

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