"I came for the game and the beer, food is a bonus."  Takes a bite of the burger and nods in approval. Its not over done, still pinkish in the middle and everything is right.  Its a good burger, better than some places anyways.   "You look like you still a teenager, but no worries.  Like I am no cop."  No Rayne would never be a cop, she doesn't have the temperament.  Someone would piss her off to show her animal side and just like that she would be persecuted and probably fired.   



Rayne nods when he explains a bit more and is about to ask how he can be so calm about telling her about who he is and what he can do before he explains again that this bar is mutant friendly.  Rayne shakes her head no before sipping her beer again.  "No, no problem with mutants at all."  She pauses a for a few moments then sighs.  "Really cant have a problem with extended family now can you?"  Lets her eyes go back to emerald green, leopard like for a few moments before releasing her eyes sight to human again and taking a few bites of her burger.   She hopes she didn't just expose herself to a liar. 

”Technically I am.” Sam shrugged but all his information said otherwise now and he could always just freeze the evidence and shatter it without much thought. Glass was easy enough to freeze and if he had to beer as well.

”Nothing wrong with cops. Some of my best friends are one.” he said with another shrug. Now he was hoping she didn’t have a problem with police either. Sam for the most part ran his bar like his life. Everyone was welcome from all walks until they start making trouble. That’s when he became more trouble than anyone else was dishing off. He liked to think he was pretty easy going.

”Well, that’s good!” he said grinning, ”I’m glad I don’t have to be offended then.” he said raising an eyebrow when he noticed her eyes they were different for a moment before shifting almost cat-like. He grinned. ”Now, extended family? I know a lot of people with a lot of family issues. I like to imagine everyone is a more of a ‘potential friend’". Sam said other wise it made it weird when he dated other mutants. His current sorta/kinda girlfriend Cora was a mutant, not family.

”How is everything? Want another?” he asked finishing off his own beer and rinsing it before tossing it in with the other empties.

His words confuse Rayne and have her head tilting slightly again.  "Tactically you are?  How are you technically a teenager?  You are or you aren't.  Or am I missing something here."   Rayne shakes her head slightly. "No I have nothing against cops and like I said, I'm a tattoo artist."  Shes had a few run ins with a cop or two, but nothing that would warrant her anger or hatred towards them.   Plus she has had a few come in for tattoos.  The only thing that bothers her is when they flash their badge and expect to get a discount or something.   Yeah no, everyone gets the same price no matter your job or station in this world.    


When Sam calls other mutants potential friends, Rayne nods slightly.  "That is also true.  Friends would be better than extended family, specially if you are dating another mutant.  Can't date your family."  For her though, she hasn't dated a mutant before, let alone a human.  Shes been way to busy to do any of that.  She doesn't care though, she just wants to learn more about different animals and tattoo.   That's good enough for her. 


Rayne finishes her beer then nods.  "Sure I'll take another beer."  While he is grabbing one of those, her eyes flick to her game while she eats some of her burger and an onion ring or two.  This bar food wasn't bad.  

”De-aged.” Sam said finally pulling out two forms of ID. One was his older thirty-year-old self and the other was who he was now. Both looked pretty similar except his older self had a beard and an eye patch covering up his left eye. One that was removed violently in the Romanian camps a few years ago.

”Apparently someone was messing with some kind of weapon or drug and boom. Bunch of people got a few years removed.” Sam said snapping his fingers not sure how else to describe the situation.

”I was thirty now I’m…. me.” he said smirking. Sam agreed, ”Can’t date family.” he smirked and cracked a beer and set it in front of her. ”So, how much you normally charge for a session.” he said afraid of needles but really wanted to commit to a tattoo.

Rayne had her eyes on her game since her team was on defense but when Sam says something about De-aging she looks back at him with her eyebrows raised.  "De-aging?  That's an actual thing?"  Her question is answered when he brings out his younger ID and the older one side by side.  Leaning forward Rayne looks between them.  The only thing going through her mind is...the heck?  Seriously? 



Rayne looks between the ID's then at him when he explains how it happened.  "I remember when this happened.  Came across a store that was in total chaos."  Her mind goes to Shelby who was having memory issues when she found her at the store.   Now everything makes sense. Rayne shakes her head some.  "Anyone you know go back to their original age or get memories back yet?"  She wonders why she didn't de-age or whatever people are calling it, though her theory is that because of her mutation that it wouldn't have worked on her.


Sam brings a beer over and slides it over to her.  Finishes her first one with the last sip, slides it out of the way and nods to him in thanks.   "Ah, well it really depends on the tattoo itself, black and white or color, body placement, how much time it takes to create the sketch and how much time in the chair you need."   Takes a bit of her food and sip of beer before grinning at him.  "Why?  Thinking of getting a tattoo soon?"

Shrugging, ”Apparently, New York. What are you gonna do?” again he didn’t know any more than she did now. He was older one day and now he was younger and way better looking. Once she was done looking at it he put it back into his wallet. Not wanting to discuss the rift, which was a whole other thing. She probably knew more of two. Sam felt behind on a lot of things lately.

”Not really. Not yet at least, I know a few of the deaged. None went back to normal yet. Thankfully not everyone was affected by it.” he said glad he hadn’t he felt like his older self wasted his time. That many years not having to run or hide.

”Maybe, hate needles but I kind have been looking for something permanent, you know? Constant reminder.” he returned the grin and turned to his arm and lifted his sleeve. ”Something tasteful, classic. A name in a heart.” Sam laughed knowing it was probably the most cliché thing he could think of. Maybe an anchor?

”Not thinking of anything too colorful.”

Rayne shakes her head slightly and sips her drink.  "New York is crazy."  That's all there is to it.   So many people and so many things happening here...why she came here from Australia is something she is still questioning herself on, but it drew her here.  She looks back at the game and frowns when the opposing team scores first.  Catch up time it is, luckily its still the first half so there is still time.   


When Sam replies that he doesn't know of anyone who has gone back to their original age, it makes Rayne wonder if it would even happen or if what did happen to the people in New York is permanent.   One again Rayne is glad that whatever happened to him, didn't happen to her.   She does not want to go back to being a teenager.  Nope!  She likes being an adult thanks.  


"Most of my clients, the big guys anyways, are the ones who hate needles.  If you really want something done though, call the shop and set up an appointment to at least let me draw something for you, see if you want it or not."   Rayne wipes her hands down on the napkin and pulls out a card with the shop name on it, her name, days and hours she is working and the number of the shop before sliding it across the bar top to him.  "There are other guys there if you feel like you want more experience or don't want a girls hand," at this she rolls her eyes.  She has had guys come in expecting her to be a guy with her name and then see shes a girl and want someone else.  "Think on it."  

”Healthy fear.” Sam said agreeing with her. His reasons might be different from the other ‘big guys’ but he didn’t think much on it. She didn’t have any needles on her and he wasn’t about to get poked so he tried to not worry about it even though he was thinking about the tattoo. Ah the burden of a practical joke on yourself.

”Might take you up on that.” Sam said as he grabbed the card and looked at the name of the place then stood it up on the keyboard behind him. ”I think a few of those bigger guys are regulars here. Part of a bikers club. Heard the name before at least.” Sam smirked and leaned back and faced her.

”Be a bad business owner if I didn’t take my business to you. You did promote the product, and you know I’m a sissy when it to needles. Won’t have to explain it twice.” he smirked and sipped his beer and then waved to a regular that just walked in and sat at the far end of the bar where the other regulars converge.