Crossing the rip wasn't really as bad as it seemed; then again, to Sinclaire, not many things seemed like too big of a problem anyway. In his mind, he was physically, mentally, and emotionally prepared for anything that anyone could throw at him. And so far, that had proven to be true. He'd gotten his life set up on this side pretty well so far; alias, a place to live--which wasn't too bad a living arrangement, to be honest--and of course, money.

This side of the rip was different, and yet...parts of it were exactly the same. He walked into the bar, wearing a tight black tee shirt that said Army and was so old that the fabric had been washed thin enough to see the outline of his dark green muscle shirt underneath. His pants were a khaki pair of cargo-pants, and he wore his usual pair of combat boots. His hair was cut short, and his eyes were a cold, steel shade of blue.

No matter where he was, one thing remained constant: Sinclaire always had to check out the local bars first, and this one wasn't far from his apartment. Sitting at the bar, he ordered a bourbon on the rocks, lounging in the stool as he took as sip from his drink, his trained eyes scanning the bar.

It was quiet enough, and that was okay with him. Honestly, he hoped it would stay that way.

Seleste knew she had to get in on the untapped action of the MROverse. Sure, she had done all sorts of wreckage on the AV side. What she needed on this side was the same thing - after all, the Syndicate wanted to expand into the this 'uncharted' world.

Seleste had gotten a small apartment, had already gotten some connections to wealthy "patrons" and gotten in on the illegal drug trade in the area. It was turning out pretty nicely. It was even a little easier than on the AV side with no major SUPER establishments harassing their every turn.

In either case, her superiors had arranged a very formal dinner with a very rich businessman - except, that businessman actually ended up getting arrested this afternoon for insider trading. She had chosen to wear a short dress, primarily black with lighter shades of grey. Her hair mostly pulled into a small bun. With her evening free and already dressed up for the night, she decided on a local bar.

She walked into the bar, looking slightly out of place. She was confident as she walked towards the bartender, "Shot of tequila, please." She muttered as she sat down on a bar stool. She needed a shot to be this dressed up and with her entire evening plans messed up. Once settled, she scanned the bar and quickly noticed a man with an army shirt with - very nice muscles. The rest of him was nice too, it seemed.

She stuck out like a sore thumb, and as such his eyes were quickly drawn to the young woman that walked in. He drank pretty steadily on his drink, not too fast, but not sipping like a pansy either, as his eyes continued to scan the room. She was rather easy on the eyes, to be honest, but she was really dressed up to be in a place like this. The dress, though rather stunning, was the reason she stuck out so obviously.

However, sticking out wasn't always a bad thing. After all, sometimes, the best way for people to overlook you, was to look so outlandish that you couldn't possibly be up to anything. And yet, he still eyed her from across the room. He knocked back the rest of his bourbon before ordering another one. Once he had it, he picked it up, walking all the way across the room and sitting next to the young woman.

"If I had to guess," he said with a neutral expression, "I'd say you were stood up. Care for a little company?" He took a sip of his bourbon as he looked at her. Sure, she was pretty to look at, and his mutation usually meant he was restricted to looking, because touching wouldn't do any good.

But sometimes, it was just the principle of the thing. And who didn't enjoy a little company now and then? "Geoffrey. Geoffrey Winchester," he said as he took another drink.

She eyed the man and it seemed like he might be eyeing her. Perfect, Seleste thought. Maybe she would at least get some kind of option by the end of the night. Plus, it wouldn't be some rich prick who was no fun. This guy looked like he'd enjoy a night.

She tried to read him from afar - would he be an easy conquest? Should she play a little difficult or would it matter? After debating for a few seconds, she decided she'd just wing it. If he bailed on her for whatever reason, she could easily get a different f*ck boy in this bar.

Luckily, she didn't have to move. He took a sip of his drink and was walking towards her. She took her shot. She closed her eyes, enjoying the burn as it went down her throat. She crossed her legs and asked the bartender for another shot of tequila.

She perked a brow as he sat beside her, only a slight hunger in her eyes. She shrugged, "You could say that." Yep... Considering the guy was in jail with probably several years of prison time ahead of him, definitely could presume she was stood up. She grinned a little playfully, "I'd love some company." She let her eyes clearly define his body close up. Yep. He'd be perfect. Hopefully, the main part she needs from him wouldn't be a disappointment...

"Hiroshima. Nice to meet ya, Geoffrey." Geoffrey. Like Game of Thrones. He didn't look like a Geoffrey, but whatever. She was a bit paranoid - in her line of work, no one looks like there name.

"He was probably a dick, anyway," Sinclaire stated dryly as he looked at her. Sometimes, he wished he could cut off his mutation for a moment, but sometimes you just had to learn how to make things work for you. Though while he wasn't exactly well versed in where this was likely going....he was trained to adapt, so to speak.

"Well, I hope I'd make for a fitting substitute," he said with a slight smile, still nursing his drink. "Hiroshima, you said? It's nice to meet you too," he answered, taking yet another drink. If he was going to do what he thought he was going to do, a little more booze wouldn't hurt. "I mean, I may be a little...under dressed," he said with a shrug, winking at her slightly. This was the part of the game he wasn't necessarily good at. Hell, it was part of the reason he wasn't as experienced as he'd like to be past this. It was hard to get to third when you kept getting tagged out at second.

Still, it would seem odd that he'd even want to do this since he couldn't feel, but as was mentioned before, sometimes it was just the principle of the thing.

She nodded and kind of bobbed her head a little, "Yep, you're right. Probably was a dick." There was no denying that he was a dick, to be honest. Treated his employees like sh*t, cared about no one, had a wife who had cancer... He was a pretty bad guy. None of those things were things that the cute, hunk of a guy in front of her needed to know. She took her shot and let her elbow lean on the counter top as she looked at him intrigued.

"I think you will make a great substitute," she murmurer as she looked towards his torso. A perfect one, in fact. She chuckled, "Nice to meet ya too, Mr. Winchester." She motioned for the bartender to pour her another shot, although she paused for a moment to think. "Are you going to buy me a drink?" She asked. Most guys would be - why hadn't he offered yet? She only expected to pay the first couple herself - the rest were going to be on him if he wanted her for the night.

She giggled, "You're dressed just fine... Fine, indeed." She winked. She wasn't too concerned with crappy flirting lines. There was only a couple things that mattered in this kind of situation - how he looks and his ship. The rest was all just talk. She wanted the action, not the talk. While her legs were crossed, she let them swing towards him, letting one rub against the side of his.

She licked her lips slowly, "What brings a guy like you down here?"

He grinned more at her answer, though it wasn't the usual grin he'd sport while he was on the job. This was softer, almost awkward because he'd rarely used this one. But it wasn't so bad when you were relying solely on muscle memory. "Geoff is fine. Or Winchester; that's what they called me in the Army." Not that he needed to throw out that he was in the Army, it was written plain as day on his shirt in big, faded, cracked, white letters.

Oh. Right. Buying drinks was something men did for women. ****. "Oh, I'll buy you as many as you want," he attempted the save, hoping it would work. Maybe it wasn't too obvious that this was largely uncharted territory. He wasn't a virgin but he wasn't out with a woman every weekend, either. It was...an odd thing for him.

"Well, I just blew into town for work. Finally settled into my apartment, my first paycheck cleared, so I figured why not celebrate, right? Not quite military anymore; I mean I still work for the government, but now it's a lot more paperwork and a lot less....action." He gave a slight shrug as he took another sip of his drink. Though the way it was looking, this one would probably be his last, so he slowed down a bit.

She gave him a smirk. He was a soldier. Geoff or Winchester. She'd probably call him Geoff. Maybe she'd make a nickname up for him later. She smiled, "Oh? A soldier? Thank you for your service, it's not often I can thank a soldier up front." She winked. She leaned onto the counter top a little more. She liked soldiers. She wondered what level in the army he was - sergeant? Colonel? Hell, she didn't even know but it sounded hotter and hotter the more she thought about it.

She laughed. She motioned towards the bartender who brought them both a tequila shot. He was a cute guy. She wondered if he knew what he was getting himself into, trying to take her home. She wasn't an easy to please kinda gal. He had a lot of the check marks already checked off, but still. Luckily, she didn't want to be totally drunk when she was with him. This would probably be her last shot. Probably, at least.

She nodded as she listened, "Government worker, eh? Sounds a little boring." That wasn't as hot as an Army soldier, but he still had the body. Maybe the money, too, if he can buy her 'as many as she wanted.' She nodded, "Well... We all go different paths in life... I'm just glad I might be able to put some action back into your life." She winked.

"Yeah. I joined the Army fresh out of high school, not long after that I was chosen for a Special Forces team. Then eight years ago, the government decided they had a better idea for someone like me. Every now and then I get to have a little fun, at least," he said as he saw the bartender set a shot down in front of both of them. With a shrug, he finished his bourbon, then took the tequila shot like a champ. He was going to feel that in the morning, though. Wait...no he wasn't.

On that note, a part of him wondered how much he should reveal. Most women heard his mutation and decided they didn't want to bother with that. And this one actually seemed like a decent score, so he decided to keep that little secret in his back pocket. At least for now. Besides, where he was from, it wasn't ever a good idea to go blabbering that you were a mutant. So...she'd just have to wait and see.

"Yeah. Sometimes I wonder why I don't just re-enlist. And then I see the paycheck," he said with a light chuckle. "Don't get it wrong though. Just because my special forces days are gone doesn't mean I can't beat somebody's ass if I need to." He laughed again, then looked her over one good time.

"I'm glad too. In fact, I'm looking forward to it." It wasn't a lie, but for him, it was just about the brief companionship. He didn't want commitment because emotions were a no-go in his line of work. And being alone all the time was no fun. It was all about finding a healthy balance.

She nodded as she listened. Ooh, a special forces? Maybe Spec Ops, then? That was super hot. Still sucked they moved him into... Paperwork? That was pretty vague. Not that she really cared - she didn't give a rats ass about the guy. She had already identified what she wanted from him. Hopefully, he wasn't going to be the lovey dovey want to cuddle on all night. She didn't get that vibe from him, but no one could ever really know.

She chuckled, "The pay must be great, then." And she was right. He had money. 100+ points in his pockets. When she realized he was checking her out again, she deliberately pushed her breasts a little more forward. "Beat somebodies ass, eh?" She grinned devilishly.

She chuckled and took her last shot of the night. The other ones were hitting her pretty good - she was relaxed, a little hot, and ready for what the night had to offer. "Good, good. Well, I assure you, I can give you a good time." He probably wouldn't see her again, but hey. A fun night is great.

"Hey, something's gotta keep me from going insane," he said as he looked at his empty glasses. Yeah, he should call it there. Just in case. He figured it best to keep her thinking he had a boring desk job, and secrets were harder to keep the more alcohol one added.

Shamelessly, he took in the view that had been offered to him. Usually he wasn't nearly this smooth. Either the booze helped or he was on a roll. Or both. "Hey, this build ain't just for show," he said with a wink. Then, he leaned in real close.

"I think I'll be showing you the good time," he whispered. Given his mutation, that was probably the truth, though they'd probably never see each other after tonight, so what did it matter?

She grinned as she let one of her fingers twirl around the top of the shot glass. She scanned his face as she did so, looking at every line. What was his story? She may not care, but she was curious. It was the history, the mystery of it all that fascinated her. Maybe she could peel him like an onion this night. Too bad he didn't seem like he'd drink more.

She grinned so bad as he took her bait. He didn't even hide it. Seleste liked a guy like that - one that didn't hide what he wanted. She smirked, leaning back. She got another reaction she was looking for out of him.

She perked a brow as he leaned in, "Oh? You think so?" She whispered back to him, leaning in as well. She whispered it right along his ears, "I'm a tough gal to please, you sure you're up for the challenge?"

Though he didn't play often, this was a game Sinclaire sort of enjoyed, in a sick, twisted sort of way. Thanks to his mutation, his background, and other factors, his mind didn't quite work like everyone else's. She leaned in as well, and he gave a wicked smirk. "Think? I'm pretty sure," he said, his voice more of a light murmur. It wasn't necessarily laced with charm, but his voice kind of helped with that. "I do love a good challenge..."

With that, he let his lips linger teasingly in front of hers, but stood up without closing the distance between them. He looked back to make sure he was following, but as he did, he heard something a dull thud coming from the other side. And when he turned, he saw a stunned looking guy holding a chair. Apparently the guy'd had a few drinks and was eyeing the soldier's prize, and took a swing at him. But the big man didn't even flinch. With a smile, he looked back at Hiroshima, flashing her a wink before grabbing the chair and setting it down before stepping forward and landing a stiff kick to the guy's gut, and then followed up with an uppercut. The guy hit the ground without so much as a struggle, and then he pulled out his wallet and put money for the drinks on the counter.

"Well, I guess I'm all warmed up now," he said with a dry chuckle. "Now, the question is...where to?"

She grinned, still beside his ear, "We'll see how well you hold up." She chuckled, but he was already right in front of her - the smell of bourbon and tequila on his mouth as he breathed in front of her. She held back, even though her primal instincts told her to pounce. They had plenty of time, at least. They were still in the bar, after all.

She turned to leave with him. It was time. She liked that - he was to the point. Her expectations of him kept improving. When she saw the other guy tried to him with a chair, he didn't flinch - he didn't even see it. Did he feel it? She knew something was up there. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew something was up.

Needless to say, he was right about being in the army/special ops or whatever it was. He took the guy down without a flinch. He even winked her. It nearly made Seleste drool, watching him practically take him down without a single issue. She took a deep breath, feeling herself get off. This was the kind of man she wanted in her bed. All the time, every night.

She nodded and motioned for him to leave the place, "My place is just a block down the street. We can go there." She smiled, "We'll see how warm you can get."

Part of him wished the guy had been a little less flimsy; at least then he could have showed what he could really do. But alas, after those two hits, he was done, and he'd even left the bartender a few bucks extra for the trouble. With a slight shrug, he walked with her out the door. He was ultimately disappointed at what had transpired just then. The guy went down way too easily, and that made it hard to show off. But from what he could tell, it at least worked.

"Good; at least it's not far. I mean, my patience is pretty long-suffering, but...let's say I'd rather not." He smirked down at her as they walked. "Maybe you can do better. I didn't even break a sweat with that ***hole..." he grumbled, though really he was only slightly teasing, seeing how much more of a reaction he could get out of her before they got there.

Sure, he was torturing her a bit, but she wouldn't be complaining.