Jazz looked over New York at night, the entire cityscape lit up in the darkness. She slipped her hands into her peacoat, walking slowly through the streets. Sometimes Jazz forgot how beautiful her city was. She loved this place and was glad to have it all to herself for a while.

People were everywhere. Humans were everywhere. Jazz wondered how many of the people around were like here, were mutants. Jazz had never felt any connection with the common man, and even though her reason had changed (she always felt it was from her background, but now she saw that it was from her powers), the contempted was still there.

Rolling her eyes as she passed a group of teenagers giggling about something idiotic no doubt, Jazz continued walking. Homo Sapians...please.

Walking into a dive bar on the corner, Jazz approached the bar, not looking at anyone around but the bartender. "Can I get a vodka martini with a lemon twist please?" she asked, flashing a brilliant smile.

"ID?" he asked. Jazz leaned in and stroked a finger down the man's fat face.

"Can't you just give me the drink?" she asked.

"ID?" he asked again. Jazz clenched her jaw and leaned up, grabbing a bulb. She rechannelled the electicity and blew the bulb out.

"I tried to be nice" she smiled as she lowered herself back down and smiled sweetly again. "Now, give me the drink, or I'll make that happen on a very large scale" she winked a little and plopped her face down into her hand. The bartender quickly made the martini and handed it to her. "Thanks" she smiled and sat down, sipping the drink.

It hadn't been long since he had talked to Hunter, a day or two, maybe three. Kaz wasn't sure. He had lost track of time as of late. He was a bit lost, not sure where his life was heading. KP, The Order, The Kabal, Xmen, what was the point of it all. His brain hurt when he began to think of it all, over analyzing all of it, going through recent events over and over and over again. <Is this what getting old feels like?> Kaz wondered as he headed towards the bar.

The drink did nothing to or for him, though at times like this, he wished it did. At least he could still enjoy the taste. And the burn. The burn always told him he wasn't just walking in a dream fabricated by his mind.

As he looked up to the bartender, he saw a woman touch a light bulb and blow it out. The bartender gave her a drink. He hadn't been actively listening, but as he looked on for another moment as he walked slowly he realized he had heard the short conversation. Leaning his back against the bar next to the woman he spoke, "A little rough aren't ya." He set his empty glass on the counter top, which the bartender took and refilled it, remembering what Kaz had gotten when he had been up there 15 or 20 minutes before. Whiskey on the rocks. "Strangling him woulda done it, as well as release some frustration." Kaz took a sip from his glass, his gaze out towards the middle of the room.

Jazz looked over to the man who mentioned strangulation. Flashing on her pearly white smile, she looked him over. He was attractive. Not in the way she usually went for, but definitely a cutie. She could get into it.

"You assume I'm frustrated honey, but I'm not. I just wanted a drink" she tipped her glass in his direction. "Now you baby, you seem frustrated"

Kaz looked at the girl out of the corner of his eye. Taking another sip, he brought his arm up, which also brought up a small throwing dagger. Flicking it backwards towards the rack of liquor bottles. The small blade, less than five inches long, wrapped?, around a bottles neck. Pulling on a small metal cord, the bottle came off the shelf and into Kaz's waiting hand. Not once had he looked behind him, remembering where the bottle had been from when he had walked to the bar. Popping the top he chugged the bottle half way.

Looking at the woman. "Only frustration I feel right now, is that it does absolutely nothing for me." He held the bottle at the woman next to him. "On the house." Kaz glanced at the bartender who looked about ready to say something before he met Kaz's gaze. The man shut his mouth and turned a way nodding. "Everyone's frustrated about something."

Jazz smiled as the man gave her a bottle. She looked at the label and shrugged slightly, smiling. "That's definitely one way of buying a girl a drink" she bit her lip slightly.

"And it looks to me like that gentleman is quiet frustrated with us, wouldn't you agree?" she asked, smiling and winking over to the bartender. Jazz crossed her legs in Kaz's direction and adjusted the scoop neck on her tight top.

"So do all of your daggers come with such handylittel contraptions or do you have to pay extra for that?" she asked, smiling.

Kaz looked at the bartender absently and shrugged. "He'll get use to it. They always do. They are only human after all." A lock of silver hair fell into Kaz's face as he watched the woman adjust herself. Setting his glass down, Kaz pulled his hair back and tied it with a small white band. His tipped ears showed clearly now that his mid-back length hair was pulled back.

"So do all of your daggers come with such handy little contraptions or do you have to pay extra for that?"

Kaz looked at her for a moment. "Unless you're willing to fight, or somehow figure out how to do a strip search, you'll never know." He picked his glass up again, and took a large sip, moving the liquid around his mouth before swallowing it slowly, savoring the burn.

"Well, I'm glad we're on the same page with the likes of...those" Jazz smiled and finished off her martini. She looked over at the bottle Kaz had given her before reaching over the bar and grabbing a shotglass. She filled it up and threw back the shot.

"And I hardly want to fight you. I left my sabre at my apartment so I don't think I could beat you in an arms battle" Jazz started as she turned her body closer to Kaz. "But the strip search offer kinda sounds like fun" she smiled again, winking.

Kaz half scoffed half huffed when the woman spoke of leaving her blade home. Kaz was never without a weapon. "But the strip search offer kinda sounds like fun" Kaz raised an eyebrow at the woman, leaning forward, centering his weight evenly between his feet. "You misunderstand. It isn't an offer." In less than a millisecond, Kaz was gone from where he had stood, to end sitting three stools down from her, his feet propped up on another stool."It was challenge"

"Awww, is that supposed to be speed?" Jazz giggled, pouring another shot and throwing it back. "That's cute baby, really cute" Jazz smiled.

Before Kaz could respond, Jazz was on her feet. If he blinked he would have missed her being gone, but he probably still would have felt the snap of his waistband. "You're boxers are too by the way. Match your hair" she smiled, pouring another shot and this time deciding to nurse it a little. She shot a quick look to the mystified bartender and winked.

Kaz raised an eyebrow at the woman at her question and then how she kept calling him baby/honey, and cute. It was a bit annoying, but in his current mood, Kaz could care less. The snap of his waistband caught him off guard slightly, but he didn't show it. "Excessive. No finesse. No style." Kaz ignored her comment about his boxers and her winks.

"You sound a little bitter to me. Back to that frustration thing?" Jazz laughed, sipping this shot. "Alright now, you be nice and I'll be nice okay? I won't be patronizing and you won't be insulting. Deal?" she asked, her face honest as she extended her hand to the man. "So what's your name darling?" she asked

"Bitter? Hardly. Back to the frustration thing? When did I stop?" Kaz looked at the woman. Yes she was annoying he decided. But not to the point he wanted to sever her head from her body. Put a gag in her mouth, maybe, that could also be fun. A smirk nearly appeared on his face at the thought. "Not trying to insult. Just speaking the truth as I see it." Leaning forward lightly, he shook her hand <Frail.> "Kaz. Yours." He had made it a habit recently it seems, to not ask questions, but make statements.

"Truces imply we stop insulting one another darling," she smiled and shooks his hand. "Jasmine, call me Jazz" she smiled. "So is it just speed or uis there something else that makes you different than our friend behind the bar besides a better body and looks?" Jazz slipped some of her red hair behind her ear and flashed a coy smiled.

Kaz chuckled slightly, "I don't like to repeat myself." Looking directly into Jazz's eyes, "Not insulting, just speaking the truth as I see it. If you're being insulted, that's a fault on your part, not mine." Kaz couldn't help but smirk. "..is it just speed or is there something else that makes you different...." Kaz looked at her and was silent for a long moment as his thoughts went inward to Sarrus the Dragon, the Beast, lying within him. "You don't want to know."

Taking a sip of his drink, "Is there a point to the flattery?"

"I don't ask questions to which I don't want to know the answers" Jazz sipped the harsh liquor as she turned more towards Kaz. "But if you don't want to tell that's your prerogative" Jazz shrugged a little.

"I'm just a nice person" she smiled in regard to the flattery comment. "Besides, flattery implies that it is not true and somehow I don't see you denying you're attractive anytime soon" she smiled. "So are you just not used to being flirted with? I don't usually get questioned as to my motives..."