Ty didn't often drink in public, but when she did, she tended to go for the places off the beaten path, the hole-in-the-wall type of establishments. Sure, they were a little shadier, and a little more iffy than the more mainstream places, but those places had too many people. People had clothes and possessions, and the fewer objects around, the less whispers she heard.

The redhead woman didn't sit at the bar, no, that was too close for comfort. That's where all the people were, and she liked to keep the voices in her head to a minimum, even if she could never have total silence. Not that she'd know what to do with that if she did manage to get it. Instead, she sat at a table in the back corner, her blue eyes scanning the sparsely occupied room as she sipped her bright blue drink. It looked girly, yes, but it was mostly rum.

Her black gloved hands gripped the glass as she ignored the murmurs of the few objects around her. It was the same in every bar. Fights, arguments....drunken antics...it was all the same.

She took a sip of her drink, enjoying the feel of the alcohol sliding down her throat; she didn't drink often, but it felt like a good day to loosen up and relieve some stress.

The prawn could see just fine in the low light of the bar. She sat away from the main bar, at a small table close-ish to the corner. A petite redhead with a bob had swooped in and snatched Jack's preferred seat-- the corner-- so the prawn had settled for something else, a couple tables away and against the wall. Jack hunched over the table, a well-worn paperback pinched between a thumb and forefinger of her primary hand. Her other primary hand idly swirled a bottle of beer, which she occasionally took a swig from.

Not only was the back corner a practical vantage point for the rest of the bar, but it was also a bit darker then the rest of the bar. Jack could unhook her surgical mask and nurse her beer in peace. The prawn hundred to herself, a smile on her tone.

Over the top of her paperback, she could see the redheaded neighbor rather clearly. A nervous thing, perhaps, or fastidious. She drank some fruity cocktail with gloves on. Pretty, though. Rather pretty. Jack dropped her timid gaze back to the book, and realized she lost her place in the page. Maybe if you weren't so busy thirsting after random chicks...

Her phone gave a churlish buzz against the laminated pub table. And, with a squeak of alarm, the prawn released her hold on the book, tossing it involuntarily in the direction of the redhead.

"Sh*t," the prawn muttered, pocketing her phone and getting to get feet to retrieve the felled book.

The mutant's eyes scanned the bar as she sipped the drink in her glove-protected hand. The bar itself wasn't too crowded, though there wasn't really much of interest, aside from the stray whisper she picked up from occasionally passerby--well, from their hat, jacket, cell phone, or whatever else. When everything spoke, nothing knew how to shut up, but she'd learned to cope with it; she had no choice, honestly.

However, one particular patron caught her attention, a visible mutant, sitting not far from her at another table. A rather large individual reading a book. Now that's something you don't see everyday, she mused to herself, though not at the visible mutant; where she was from, she'd learned to sympathize with them. Not that being mistaken for being some sort of crazy person was any better. No, she very rarely saw people in bars reading an actual book. That in itself warranted the girl's attention.

And then, something startled the object of her attention, and the larger mutant jumped, throwing her book near Ty's vicinity. With a slight giggle, the redhead took another sip of her drink, before calmly setting it down and standing up to retrieve the fallen book. After all, it was right there. Ty met the prawn half-way, bending down to retrieve the book with a gloved hand and holding it out to them. "There you go," she said politely, her blue eyes darting down to the title of the book. "Is it any good?" she asked, curious. "Or is it so horrible you just had to throw it?" the woman teased lightly, her tone and sly smirk indicating that she was joking and meant absolutely no harm.

The prawn was slowed-down by the closely-bunched pub tables. She had to turn sideways to squeeze through, despite the fact that most of the seats were unoccupied. The last thing she wanted was to up-end a stool or a table. By the time she hefted a glance towards the vicinity of where the book had fallen, she had noticed that the redhead near whom the book had landed was getting to her feet, and had retrieved the paperback from the floor.

The woman was a conventionally attractiv lady, very slender and of middling height.

"Ah-" Jack began to say something as the woman retrieved the book. Something to the persuasion of, "That's mine," but the protest died in her throat. She was very pretty... and very pretty. The woman didn't miss a beat, extending the book towards Jack in her gloved hand.

>> "There you go. Is it any good? Or is it so horrible you just had to throw it?"

Jack looked sheepishly aside, a smile tinging her lavender eyes. Behind her surgical mask, mouthparts seemed to chew on her words.

"Sorry," the word slipped out of her mouth in a tone honeyed with humor. A careful primary hand plucked the paperback from the other woman's grasp, and the book was then hugged close to the prawn's sternum, "Ny sone scared nee. It 'uzzed on duh ta'le, lots louder dan ex'ected."

She knew the girl was teasing, but... attractive ladies seemed to make her more chatty. The girl asked if "it was any good" and it took another few moments for the prawn to address that question. Was what any good? Oh, the book? Jack glanced at the cover.

"Don't know," Jack replied. It was a book that was new to her-- one about a wizard and his misadventures with a tourist and their enchanted luggage. It was her first venture into this series and, since she was still in the midst of the first book, it was difficult to say whether or not it was good, "I just, uh, al'ays intended on reading it, is all."

Timidly, the prawn lifted her gaze from the book.

"Do you read oss-ten?"

Ty had met her share of visible mutants on the other side, and as such she wasn't taken aback by the prawn's appearance. In fact, she'd come to learn that the nicest people on the planet didn't really look like people at all.

When the other mutant spoke, she had to focus a little to make out the words, but she smiled, nodding slightly as she got the explanation. "Heh, I understand. That's why I keep my phone in my purse or my pocket, personally."

The larger mutant was nice, if she seemed a bit jumpy, or even a bit shy. "Well, it looks interesting; you'll have to let me know when you finish."

Her eyes glanced around the bar, wondering how strange it must look for two women to be talking on the floor instead of at a table. "I read when I can. I'm in the midst of a fantasy series right now. It follows a young woman who aspires to be a feared pirate." She paused, looking up at the mutant. "I have room at the table over there if you want to sit and talk," she offered.

The prawn nodded dutifully. "Let her know" when she finished. As if they'd see each other again after this happenstance meeting at a bar. Riiight. The prawn did as she was told, taking her seat at the table with the redhead. If she sat with someone else, the likelihood of some wacko joining them was narrowed by one.

"I'n Jack," the prawn offered, briefly.

If they were going to sit together, the lady might as well know her name.

"I work at a nightclu'," the prawn explained, "Not dis one... hence how I can read wiss all duh noise. I'n used to it. Nake sense?"