The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Being a politician in America was exhausting. Not that Zselyke worked harder than anyone else; she did not, but it was draining to constantly run your head into a wall of bureaucracy and bad faith arguments from spineless men trying to appeal to their wingnuttiest of their right-wing base. The only silver lining to her endless petitioning and backroom dealing over the past months came from the organization backing her in the background. Zselyke was as good at negotiating as any politician, but Haven's research team made sure she was equipped for every meeting with a few silver bullets in her holster.
Sveta had held up her end of the bargain and Zselyke was doing her part by championing efforts that would benefit mutantkind and Haven-favored initiatives. There were initial concerns over spending too much time publicly involved with one another, but politicians in America were constantly courting the attention of corporation owners and special interest leaders. If her colleagues could speak at events for the gun lobby, she could take Sveta out to a business dinner.
Or, more realistically, swing by Sveta's high-rise apartment for beers and Binge. Sveta, her amazing colleague, was in a rut. She had the Haven workload on her plate after the founder went on an extended hiatus, but that was compounded by a dating drought Zselyke was politely not saying anything about. Through their conversations, it was clear Sveta had a... track record with men. Sveta would call it a curse and Zselyke would call it being into men, which was a curse she was unfortunately also burdened with some days.
Wanting to believe they were becoming friends, Zselyke decided a good friend would push Sveta out of her comfort zone. Tonight... well, she was definitely going to do that. "Okay, I want you to remember that this is going to be fun. I had my assistant call ahead; this place is big on discretion, has entertainers of multiple genders, and I carefully finagled a request for possible mutant staff to give us space without making us sound like bigots." Zselyke kept her explanation vague, but the owner seemed understanding when she explained that someone in their party had an adverse effect on mutants.
"You need to do something exciting and sexy, which does not mean a movie with handsome shirtless men." Not that she would typically oppose those films, but Sveta's situation called for extreme measures-- that she somehow agreed to, against better judgement. "Plus, come on; it's a witchy-themed strip club. How could we have not fun?"
Sveta had never had much in terms of female friendships, so it was new territory to hang out with Zselyke so often. Often, compared to both their busy schedules and Zselyke's busy social life, anyway. Running Haven was still pretty much consuming her entire life, and she had given up on dating a while ago. So when Zselyke put her foot down, and announced she needed to get out and have some fun, she found Sveta too tired to resist. And now, they were sitting in a private car, dressed for a party. Sveta had almost forgotten how to dress for parties that did not involve important donors.
>>"Okay, I want you to remember that this is going to be fun. I had my assistant call ahead; this place is big on discretion, has entertainers of multiple genders, and I carefully finagled a request for possible mutant staff to give us space without making us sound like bigots."
"Entertainers?" Sveta arched an eyebrow at her friend. A place known for discretion and entertainers sounded a lot like... "Zselyke, what have you done?"
>>"You need to do something exciting and sexy, which does not mean a movie with handsome shirtless men.cPlus, come on; it's a witchy-themed strip club. How could we have not fun?"
"It's a what now?" Sveta's eyes widened. She knew Zselyke was pretty laid back when it came to her image as a politician, but that... was not something she had expected. "... I hope you are paying your PR team overtime."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
It was interesting having straight friends. Sveta was not a "token" straight by any means; Zselyke had associations and friendships with plenty of people in her political sphere ranging from debatably to unfortunately straight. Zselyke made sure to pick a club where Sveta could appreciate some eye candy, but there would still be half-naked women around and how straight women reacted to that revealed a lot about their comfort zones and lived experiences. It was also entertaining.
Sveta had every opportunity to ask Zselyke for details. She put her foot down and told Sveta they were having a night on the town. They would take in a show, appreciate the New York nightlife, and Sveta had to be mentally prepared to experience new things with an open mind. All the dots were there, but Sveta was too tired to put them together.
Zselyke touched up her lipstick in a pocket mirror, not that it would matter all that much in the lowlight of a club. "First of all, male politicians go to strip clubs all the time and do a lot worse than I intend to do tonight. I will not be shamed for my sexuality in the face of a double standard." That said, she did still confirm Hexes and Hos had a policy against photography in the club to limit the possible backlash. "If this blows back on me, I'll absolutely get on my pedestal about heteronormativity and giving men free passes to indulge in their sexuality."
Zselyke tilted her champagne flute toward Sveta. "It'll be a harmless night. We'll enjoy some excellent drinks and hors d'oeuvres, be thoroughly impressed by some very sexy pole dancers, and... yep, absolutely no other plans. No other surprises for you to worry about," she lied. Like a liar. She raised her flute for a toast as the car arrived. "So here's one chance to back out. But I'll remind you that you've been in a rut and deserve to spend a night unabashedly ogling pretty people who have enthusiastically consented to be ogled. So what do you say; shall we?"
Sveta was not entirely surprised that Zselyke was comfortable with visiting a strip club. She had the opportunity to pick a high end one and arrange for discretion, but even so, she was not the kind of conservative politician who would get overly anxious about clean family reputation. Whatever that meant.
>> "First of all, male politicians go to strip clubs all the time and do a lot worse than I intend to do tonight. I will not be shamed for my sexuality in the face of a double standard. If this blows back on me, I'll absolutely get on my pedestal about heteronormativity and giving men free passes to indulge in their sexuality."
"To be fair, it blows back on the men too" Sveta pointed out. People usually at least went through the motions of clutching pearls about it. Unless they were in opposition, in which case the media would never hear the end of it.
>>"It'll be a harmless night. We'll enjoy some excellent drinks and hors d'oeuvres, be thoroughly impressed by some very sexy pole dancers, and... yep, absolutely no other plans. No other surprises for you to worry about,"
Sveta quirked and eyebrow. No surprises. Other than the very sexy witchy themed pole dancers. She wanted to believe Zselyke.
>>"So here's one chance to back out. But I'll remind you that you've been in a rut and deserve to spend a night unabashedly ogling pretty people who have enthusiastically consented to be ogled. So what do you say; shall we?"
She considered her answer. She would have never gone out to a strip club on her own; not that Sveta was prudish or anything, it was just not a place that she usually found herself drawn to. She did worry about reputation, barely hanging on as Haven CEO. But Zselyke was right; she had been in a rut. All work an no fun, and not much of a social life. And Zselyke had dutifully kept her company while she played recluse. So, she kind of owed her a night out for that.
"Whatever" she sighed, as the car stopped. "But if I get glitter in my hair, I'm suing you."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Zselyke laughed sharply at the implication there. "Correction; It blows back on men if they kill or impregnate a stripper. Nine times out of ten, if they're caught sleeping with one, it's swept under the rug." People saw politicians get into scandals and assumed there were consequences for their actions. They only saw a fraction of the situations where politicians misbehaved, and even then, most of them dealt with two weeks of bad PR and somehow managed to stay in the political sphere.
Ultimately, Zselyke would never force her friend to do anything she was completely uncomfortable with. There were backup plans for the night if Sveta backed out, but Zselyke hoped the intrigue of a new experience would tempt Sveta. Something about the magic of a place like Hexes and Hoes calling her to peek out of her shell. Sveta relented, accepting the plan, which was enough for the Senator to clink their flutes and down her champagne. "Accept life and the glitter it occasionally comes with," she beamed back. Victory looked good on Zselyke.
Stepping out of their private car and being led in by the woman leading security at the club, Zselyke was impressed by her first look at the space in full swing. The club was kept in low light, with strategic colored lighting in place so people still saw each other and what they were doing. All the attention, however, was drawn to the stages. The main stage was clearly repurposed from the theater the club was born from, but there were two secondary stages in the wings of the club. All three stages had dancers performing tonight, which likely was not the case during the weekdays. The two women and one man on their respective stages still had tops on, so the song was clearly still beginning, letting them show off their elaborate twirling around their polls. There had to be some urge to be competitive, right? Three people dancing and showing off must have the desire to put on a sexier, more acrobatic display than the others. Zselyke liked that idea.
Led to a VIP table of their own, a dancer in lacy pastel canary yellow lingerie and thigh highs flashed the pair a winning smile as they passed her. "That's why I love places like this. Not the half-naked women; well, partially that," she admitted, matter-of-factly. "Just the willingness to fly in the face of shame. I've made it my own personal mantra that Twenty-Twenty-One is a year to say no to shame."
Zselyke slid into her seat, pleased to see a house cocktail waiting for her. "That's why I joined your band of misfits," she teased.
>>"Accept life and the glitter it occasionally comes with,"
Sveta was still not sure about the glitter, but Zselyke's confidence was overwhelming. They clinked glasses, like two rich and powerful women heading to a strip club to blow off some steam and risk their professional images. Sveta had to admit, she was a little bit curious.
The club was definitely a sight to behold. Dancers on multiple stages, elegant (and well placed) lighting, and a VIP table with a booth that offered comfort and privacy. The dancers moving around the patrons were dressed in expensive-looking lace and satin outfits. And Zselyke was definitely enjoying the sight.
>>"That's why I love places like this. Not the half-naked women; well, partially that. Just the willingness to fly in the face of shame. I've made it my own personal mantra that Twenty-Twenty-One is a year to say no to shame... That's why I joined your band of misfits,"
"Excuse you, we are a highly professional organization." Sveta smirked, taking a seat as well. They had a good view of the main stage from their table, and also the closer one to the side. Zselyke had chosen well. The dancers on the poles were nothing short of amazingly acrobatic. "I have to admit though, this place looks fancier than I thought."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Politics was a game of personality more than intelligence. You could always surround yourself with smart people to help you make good decisions, but it meant nothing to be smart of you could not lead. Zselyke was lucky to have that charisma along with enough smarts to use it effectively. She usually even used it for good. Today, she was using it to lead her friend and colleague confidently into a strip club. She would chalk that up as a Chaotic Neutral decision for now.
Dancers were walking the floors between their dances, chatting up guests and sweet-talking their way into backrooms for lap dances where they could make a big chunk of their change for the night. It was not missed that many dancers, male and female, noticed the pair walking through the club. They were VIPs, which meant they should be spoiled and they came with big wallets. They were also women Zselyke was confident calling beautiful. (Once again, a year without shame.) They must have been a nice change of pace from the lion's share of the crowd. One tall brunette with olive skin definitely called Sveta a cutie as they passed, which Zselyke had to bite her tongue from commenting on.
Taking a sip of her drink once they were at the table, Zselyke raised an eyebrow at the assumption made by her companion. "Did you expect anything less from me?" She smirked, setting down the drink that she was sure had some kind of passionfruit liqueur in it. "I picked this place because it impressed me. There are definitely sleezy clubs out there, even on the high end. This place is female-owned, it contracts its dancers so they're paid an actual wage on top of the tips they earn. According to Geneva, the main owner, each employee even has partial ownership when club decisions are made." This was Zselyke's socialist paradise; of course it would be a strip club. If only she could find a way to sell the club as a microcosm for an effective economic plan.
Looking up to the main stage, the female dancer was down on the stage after sliding gracefully back down the poll. Zslyke watched with interest and, yes, attraction, as the dancer flipped the clasps holding her corset together. Props to her for even dancing in a corset, though it was inevitably a set piece meant to fall to the floor. "Sexuality is so often either demonized or exploitative. It's nice being somewhere where people can get past those ingrained hang-ups and own their sexuality, literally and figuratively." It certainly made it easier to watch the shimmy of exposed skin with less guilt knowing the dancers were the ones in charge of the experience.
Zselyke looked about as pleased with the club as if she owned the place. Sveta decided quietly that it had been worth coming here just to see that. They had a professional and also a friendly relationship, but she rarely saw Zselyke so much in her element.
>>"Did you expect anything less from me? I picked this place because it impressed me. There are definitely sleezy clubs out there, even on the high end. This place is female-owned, it contracts its dancers so they're paid an actual wage on top of the tips they earn. According to Geneva, the main owner, each employee even has partial ownership when club decisions are made."
Sveta arched an eyebrow, sipping a drink that was decidedly too sweet for her taste. And probably way stronger than it felt, but she'd ind out later on. Drinking on top of her general caffeine buzz was always tricky business, but she had built up an acoholo tolerance over the years. The club was not only fancy, it was also woke as hell. She smiled, her eyes wandering to the dancers and back.
>>"Sexuality is so often either demonized or exploitative. It's nice being somewhere where people can get past those ingrained hang-ups and own their sexuality, literally and figuratively."
"So, if some of these dancers are also mutants, you've got your entire platform right here" she grinned ad Zselyke "I'm surprised you have not moved in yet."
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Like any politician, Zselyke could go off and talk for hours on any topic, but it was different when she was passionate about one. Luckily, Zselyke was a passionate person who had a hill to die on in every conversation. Her friends in college loved pumping drinks into Zselyke, making a divisive statement, and enjoy their drinks and an intense rant from their opinionated foreign classmate.
Knowing what the rest of her night had in store, Zselyke downed the sweet and sour cocktail for some liquid courage. She was going to have a lot to explain to Sveta.
A new office, thankfully, was not on the list. "I may be progressive, but moving my campaign into a strip club would be a hard sell. More than that, I don't want to ruin this place with the scent of Congress." Zselyke shuddered, as though she was not an active part of Congress. "Though I haven't given up on the idea of hosting a campaign event here. I can't believe I'm saying this, but this is basically like an embodiment of my worldviews."
Setting down her drink, Zselyke pulled a few bills, including a few higher denominations from her purse. Whoever the dancer on stage was, she was putting in work and Zselyke did not come to the club to be stingy. While she grabbed some of her money, she recalled the past. "I remember being in denial of being queer until my late teens. We're taught conservative and, honestly, prudish ideas of who we're supposed to be and rules we have to follow, and we associate everything else with shame. And then eventually you realize you're not the good Christian girl you were told to be and you either bury it in shame or you decide shame is bullshit."
Standing from the cushioned seat, Zselyke gestured to the nearby side stage. "So a place where no one is feeling shame, everyone's empowered to explore and embrace themselves, and no one is being exploited for it really is my dream. As such, care to join me as I try offer a topless dancer a hundred dollars? Ideally in her waistband, if she's fine with that."
The drinks were well done. Sweet, yes, but Sveta could feel herself slowly relaxing despite the sheer novelty of the whole situation. She watched the dancers through new eyes. Were they really as free and content as Zselyke claimed? And where had this mentality been ten years before, when she signed up to be a mail order bride?...
>>"I may be progressive, but moving my campaign into a strip club would be a hard sell. More than that, I don't want to ruin this place with the scent of Congress. Though I haven't given up on the idea of hosting a campaign event here. I can't believe I'm saying this, but this is basically like an embodiment of my worldviews."
"You are right, why ruin a perfectly good strip club with ugly politics" Sveta grinned. Many had bene ruined already, if she could believe the gossip all over the city.
The dancing continued, and Zselyke broke out the big bills. Sveta arched an eyebrow. Even with all the fancy trappings, a strip club was still a strip club. There was no reason the dancers should not make money the old-fashioned way.
>>"I remember being in denial of being queer until my late teens. We're taught conservative and, honestly, prudish ideas of who we're supposed to be and rules we have to follow, and we associate everything else with shame. And then eventually you realize you're not the good Christian girl you were told to be and you either bury it in shame or you decide shame is bullshit."
"So... kind of like being a mutant" Sveta smirked. She had no experience with being queer, but it did take her some time to come to terms with her powers. Which was also a thing she was born with. Did this mean Zselyke had to do the processing twice?... "Shame is bullshit." She had learned it the hard way. Maybe she was still learning it.
>>"So a place where no one is feeling shame, everyone's empowered to explore and embrace themselves, and no one is being exploited for it really is my dream. As such, care to join me as I try offer a topless dancer a hundred dollars? Ideally in her waistband, if she's fine with that."
"I have a feeling she will be fine with that" Sveta grinned. Hell, she'd have allowed Zselyke to give her a hundred dollars in any clothing article. "I think I'll pass, though." she added, holding up her hands and wiggling her gloved fingers. She was not going to risk blowing up the whole place. "This place is too nice for an accident."
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Being queer and being a mutant were life experiences that came with a lot of overlaps. Judgement. Hiding. The journey of personal acceptance. Eventually, Zselyke would come out as a mutant publicly; it was something she concealed not due to shame, but so she could do as much political good for mutants before every pro-mutant bill was bashed by her opponents as self-serving. "Yep, and even though it's bullshit, we let it slow us down. It was annoying living in the world sometimes.
Sveta passed on coming up to the stage, still not big on the idea of getting too close to others. To her credit, that hang-up was understandable given her long history of misfortune in that department. "Fair enough, but I'm making a note to recommend they find an adapted dancer somewhere for next time." There was that nice new girl on Broadway; maybe she was looking for a side-job. Tucking away the mischievous idea to make introductions, Zselyke walked to the stage, almost immediately catching the eye of the dancer. There were benefits to being a woman at a club like this.
Abi might have teased her for going the extra mile with her garter belt and stockings, but Madison always trusted her instincts. How else were the fates supposed to guide her? She wanted an ensemble to look fancy in for the night, and as fate would have it, the club had some big name VIPs for the night! Madison had "political" opinions in the sense that she believed systems designed to support people in need were good and systems meant to exploit people or make the rich richer were immoral. Still, she at least knew her Senator, because Leah talked about her a lot, and she seemed to live firmly in the side of supporting "good systems." She knew less about her CEO friend, but an online search had her very curious about a woman who on paper should be the immoral rich, spent her night with a progressive politician, and was, by all online accounts, a mystery.
There was an unexpected request that heightened the witch's curiosity: no mutants. Leah would not elaborate, but did promise they were not suddenly catering to bigots. Thanks to her status as a ray of sunshine and an all-around people pleaser, Bubbles was tapped to be one of the girls to give their VIP table some special attention. Dressed in her lacy canary yellow lingerie, along with a (very removable) black-and-yellow plaid skirt and necktie, yellow heels, and yes, her matching garter belt, she felt confident and up to the task.
After passing by them on their way in and a quick trip to the bar, Bubbles strode in her high heels gracefully to find the VIP table one gorgeous woman short. It could have been bad timing, but maybe this was her chance to explore the mysteries of the Haven CEO. With two shot glasses in hand, Bubbles slid herself into the booth beside Svetlana.
"Evening, Miss Sergeyeva. I'm Bubbles and I wanted to thank you personally for joining us here tonight. I was going to thank you and the Senator, but it seems she's already enjoying the show. Bubbles' gaze shifted to the well-dressed brunette at the edge of the stage and the bronze-skinned dancer keeping the Senator between her knees as she gyrated and draped her arm over the woman's shoulder. "I don't blame her. Demi is an eye-catcher." Sometimes being bi and working at the club just meant harboring tiny crushes on all your coworkers.
Bubbles returned her attention to Svetlana and smiled, nibbling at her painted lower lip on instinct. Thank God for quality lipstick, because her good impression did not account for a pink splotch on her teeth. "How about you, Miss? First time at Hexes and Hoes? How are you liking our little coven?"
Yeah, alright, even though Sveta was settling into the whole "progressive strip club" vibe, she still blinked in surprise as she was joined in the booth by a dancer who looked very young and on top of that was dressed as a sexy schoolgirl.
Oh for f*** sake.
This was a bad moment for Zselyke to leave her alone. What was she even supposed to do?...
>>"Evening, Miss Sergeyeva. I'm Bubbles and I wanted to thank you personally for joining us here tonight. I was going to thank you and the Senator, but it seems she's already enjoying the show. I don't blame her. Demi is an eye-catcher."
Aaaaand she was called Bubbles. And Bubbles knew her name. Zselyke was going to pay dearly for this. More than she was apparently already paying, in cash, to the other dancer.
>>"How about you, Miss? First time at Hexes and Hoes? How are you liking our little coven?"
"I'm... getting used to it." Sveta stated cautiously. Zselyke had said everyone was all empowered and free and whatnot here, but she was still having a bit of a hard time trusting the girl actually wanted to chat with her. She glanced at the shot glasses. After the super sweet cocktail, a shot felt like a good thing. But she turned her attention back to the dancer. "I'm okay just watching, thank you."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Some people were easier to read than others, especially when they came to a strip club and there demeanor spoke volumes of their intentions. Svetlana was not used to a setting like this. She was one of those women who probably never visited a strip club before, which made sense. It wasn't something women were expected to do, and the strip club experience was wildly different from club to club unfortunately.
It was a good thing that bubbles had a reputation for making people feel welcomed and comfortable in an unfamiliar or self-conscious situation.
Quickly, Svetlana preemptively dismissed "services" Bubbles might offer. The dancer giggled. "Of course. Consent goes two ways; thank you for setting clear boundaries, and if you decide to change your mind tonight, let me know. I'm told I'm a good first time," she joked. Well, the tone was joking; she knew damn well she was an amazing dancer for someone's first time. "Oh, and not a mutant," she added, leaning in to whisper over the music. "If that's important."
Bubbles nudged a shot glass closer to the customer with her perfectly manicured and painted nails. "But I thought you'd like a shot to ease into things. When you passed by, you gave me whiskey vibes." It was totally possible that was a spell at work, but she wasn't lying. "And if I'm here chatting you up, then you aren't even drinking alone. Win-win, right?"
Bubbles seemed unfazed by her statement. Sveta had kind of expected her to see this as a waste of her time.
>>"Of course. Consent goes two ways; thank you for setting clear boundaries, and if you decide to change your mind tonight, let me know. I'm told I'm a good first time,"
... okay, yeah, Zselyke had not been kidding about this place being super woke.
>>"Oh, and not a mutant. If that's important."
Sveta arched an eyebrow. Well, at least she did not have to worry about accidentally touching the girl's hand or something. She accepted the shot glass.
>>"But I thought you'd like a shot to ease into things. When you passed by, you gave me whiskey vibes. And if I'm here chatting you up, then you aren't even drinking alone. Win-win, right?"
"Cheers." Sveta raised her shot glass then downed it. She would have been fine drinking alone, but now she was a bit more relaxed, having a real drink and knowing the dancer was not a mutant... "... I'm not a bigot. For the record."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!