Ch. 41 Greed (Sasha and Sierra)

[dakota]

" Yeah, I suppose." the man replied with a shrug. " Sorry to interrupt you. "

[jeflint]

"Thinking nothing about it," she says with a smile. "What was the girls name?"

[dakota]

Starting his fresh drink, the man shrugged. " Never knew her name, just that she was SFPD. think she was a detective since she was in street clothes."

[jeflint]

"Well," Sasha says. "If you recall her name, please come back and let me know," she smiles. "It's not a secret to my faithful patron's and employees that I used to work SFPD, I retired to open this bar."

[dakota]

" Then I guess she isn't you." The drinker said, his words slurring a bit under the alcohol's effect " she was too die hard to retire. Besides, metas don't become cops in the first place." He corrected himself, " Err mutants don't," but it was too late, he had already used the term metas referred to each other with, rather than the publicly accepted mutant reference.

[jeflint]

"She would if she had no other choice," Sasha said glossing over the alcohol. "What makes you think she was anything other then ordinary?"

[dakota]

The big guy rolled his eyes. " Besides she took two slugs without a vest and never slowed down? Or that she somehow got on a roof with no other way to do it?"

[jeflint]

"Do you remember Richard Ramirez the Night Stalker?" she asks pointedly. "He shot one of his victims seven times and the man still kept coming, like an enraged bear, every shot only managed to piss him off." She was quiet for a moment. "Humanity is capable of great things, you needn't start calling them superhuman to explain it."

[dakota]

" Lady, are you calling me a liar?" He melancholy seemed to fade a bit as he stood, revealing just what a monster he really was. He suddenly sat back down after thinking twice, and his mood ebbed back in. " Look, I'm sorry I wasted your time."

[jeflint]

"Of course not, sir," Sasha says easily sitting down next to the man. "And it's not a waste of your time. If it was, I'd be upset, but right now you and I are just reminiscing about a time that's past that you are around for.” She smiles and puts her hand on his shoulder. “I’m a bartender now; I’ve always listened to what everyone says. Just the facts, and I only make the call when someone’s had too much.”

She stands up and offers her hand. “Would you prefer to continue this conversation elsewhere? Perhaps give yourself some time to freshen up some? Hasty words can be said when there is alcohol involved.” Taking the man's hand she shakes it. "My name is Sasha, Sasha Jones."

[dakota]

Shaking the hand, he gives a carefree chuckle," Ryne Malloy. That sounds good, but I'm not sure it's an option." Despite his tone, his eyes are far more serious, almost disturbing. Sasha had seen the same look before, usually when someone had a gun to thier head, or when threatening to jump.

[jeflint]

"I'd hate to have to catch you again," Sasha says. "Why don't you join me for that drink and we can talk in private?"

[dakota]

" I.... uh, I don't think that's such a good idea." Ryne replied. " I soon have to get go..., catch me aagin?" He perked up a bit," What do you mean, again?"

[jeflint]

"You've got the look of a man ready to jump," Sasha said without batting an eye. "I would be remiss in my duties if I let you out of here while in that frame of mind." She looks at whichever bartender's at the bar. "An order of food for my friend here," she says.

[dakota]

" I'm sorry Miss Jones," Ryne replied politely yet insolent," But i don't see where my problems are any of your business. Not to mention that you are only delaying the inevitable." He did, however, retake his seat.