Melissa's bar was open, but their was barely a soul in it. Wendesday's tended to be slow and Melissa had picked today for that reason. She had called Jupiter and asked him if he knew someone who could make some legitimate looking labels for her. The Colored ribbons while pretty had grown distinct from the other bottles and she needed a way to make them blend in more. Jupiter had called her back with a possible solution and they had with Jupiter's contact arranged a time. She had not heard of this Lily before but then for all she knew it could have been the actual name for any number of her patrons.

She glanced back into the Kitchen, Jose was mulling about, dragging a trash can behind him. His usual fowl mouth trailing him, even as he had seemingly nothing to be annoyed with. Melissa knew the truth however and that was why she tolerated it. The five foot tall racoon chef was a very good cook and Melsisa was pretty sure their low food sales were do to him being a furry animal. As she waited she took a rag and started cleaning the bar, though it did not need it, it had become very common for her to do.

She was glad the city was calming down and the normal level of chaos had returned to her bar. She slid someone a shot when they asked for it, this early in the day the only people who usually showed up were people much to blasted to remember more then their name and what they wanted to drink. It was the perfect time to conduct some business that was less then legal. She fidgeted with her deep blue nails, tapping nervously on the bar. She could hope thing's went well.

Allison wasn’t used to being asked to forge things; it had happened occasionally, but not very often. And she was a little wary, based on the form the last ‘request’ had come in, but this seemed… fairly reliable, considering the source. Well, the direct source, anyway; it was probably possible to fool the Abyssi, but certainly not a wise thing to do. So that gave her some confidence in heading out to the bar she was supposed to go to.

That particular meeting place was a bit amusing to her; she didn’t really have much opinion on bars either way, they were just kind of there most of the time. But it was fortunate the request had come now, and not in a few months. Allison had gained some weight, which the Dusk PR people had had a fit about and she’d had to yell at them several times for--honestly, she was still thinner than the vast majority of women, even if they didn’t know why she’d gained weight--and which was mildly annoying in itself, mostly due to the battle that clothing was starting to become. It wasn’t too bad yet, but it was only going to get worse. Regardless, she didn’t look pregnant yet, so no one would look too oddly at her walking into a bar.

Though, once she actually got to the bar, that looked like… slightly less of a concern. The few… customers… that were there didn’t really seem to be… very aware. Well, that would make things easier. Allison ignored them as she made her way over to the bar, sat down, and smiled at the bartender. “Hello, are you Melissa? A friend suggested I should come here.”

He loved these lazy Saturday mornings. At least, he thought it was Saturday. Time had a habit of getting away from him. For now, though, he contented himself with the idea that it was, in fact, the weekend. Not that it mattered to Effigy. For him, every day was a weekend, and no day was the weekend. Hobo time ran differently than regular time.

It felt like a Saturday.

The riots, it seemed, were finally dying down. The streets were once again becoming inhabitable for vagrants like himself. Still, that hadn't stopped Mat from coming across to what he had been assured was mutant friendly territory. After all, it was better safe than sorry. Besides, he hadn't stayed in this part of the city before. His face wasn't recognised around here. He couldn't remember much of what had happened during the riots, his memories of the time fogged and clouded. But the scrapes, bruises, and pockets full of mystery cash had indicated....something.

It seemed a prudent idea to lay low, in the likely event his body had decided to be naughty during his mind's absence.

So he found himself...here. Sitting at a bar on a Thursday morning, ordering a shot from the pretty barkeep. Knocking it back with a smooth, practiced hand he gave a manly wince and set his attention back onto his beer.

>>>“Hello, are you Melissa? A friend suggested I should come here.”

Speaking of pretty things, another had somehow snuck her way into the bar. He wasn't sure when. Possibly when he was staring at his drink. Or maybe the micro-naps were kicking in. Either way, she looked interesting enough. Being the gentleman he was, he didn't stare like a lecher. He may have been a hobo, but he still had principles.

Principles that allowed him to watch out of the corner of his eye, and listen in on the two lovely ladies.

"I am, and you must be Lily?" she said venturing a guess. She matched the description that Jupiter had given to her. Still what she had said was a fairly stranded greeting she got in the bar. Word of mouth was a powerful thing in the business and more so with her bar.

Their were few people in the bar who seemed to have enough mentality about them to care if the place was on fire. Moving down the bar a few yards she served the other patron in the bar who seemed to not be gone from the world. She poured him a shot before moving back to Lily. She grabbed another bottle from the back row and set it down in front of her.

"You drink at all?" she asked the girl, though she had brought out the bottle for other reasons. If this was the girl she thought it was, she could use the bottle to show what she wanted her to do. SHe needed somone like her not so much to forge as to create something and not ask questions or to see documentation.

Someone could hear. Well, whatever; Melissa didn't seem to be bothered, and she was the one who knew what she wanted. Allison's eyes flicked over to the man in hearing range (and consciousness) to be sure before answering. "Yeah, I am." And smiling, and leaning on the bar to casually, and prior to potential suspicious conversation, get closer to Melissa, so that the volume could drop before anything that needed to be secret was said.

Allison shook her head at the offered bottle. "No, not today anyway. I have to meet someone later." She didn't, of course, though it was possible that something would pop up; but it seemed like a less likely excuse to attract attention than being pregnant. As close to not attracting attention as walking into a bar by herself without planning to drink could be, anyway.

Lily.

Of all the names, why that one?

Effigy caught himself staring, and quickly focused his attention back onto his drink. Not without his eyes quickly sneaking another glance. It was probably considered rude to eavesdrop on the conversation down the bar. But honestly, what else was he going to do? Everyone else in this place was either asleep, or in worse shape than him.

The so-called 'Lily' leaned closer to the barmaid, which meant that she was either paranoid about other people listening in. Which was entirely understandably. Or, something clandestine was about to be discussed. Effigy knew. He had had more than his own fair share of shady deals to know a potential one in the making.

Rapping his knuckles onto the glass of his bottle, Effigy shaped a small, featureless golem. On his whim, the little glass man began to dance. Hopefully, to anyone who saw him, it would look like his attention was focused on the dancing statue. Might put any people who suspected him of prying at ease. Let them think he was too busy playing mental puppet master to listen in.

Truth was, controlling this little guy was as simple to him as drinking a beer.

He could do two things at once.

She leaned in closer as well. Most people here were to drunk to recall their names. "Well what im looking for is to have labels made for some of my bottles. As our....friend may have mentioned i can make booze simply bu touching water, however it is unlikely the FDA would approve...." she said knowing in fact they likely would not. Humans feared many thing's consuming the results of a mutant's power seemed largely amoung the kind of thing that would scare them.

"The idea is to make them look like other bottles, so they wont draw to much attention, yet the labels must be diffrent enough for people to be able top select it from behind me" she said gesturing to the booze shelfs behind her, which held a good number of bottles on them.

SHe had a feeling this might work out better then she thought, but she kept her hopes down and looked around checking if anyone needed anything. It appeared they did not, though she caught site of a small glass creaturte ina nearby patron's hand. She considerd the abillity a moment, then decided to maybe talk to him later.