She was dressed to go out, Cree had on a nice pair of jeans, ones that were actually meant for women which was very rare for her. Rather than her usual grease stained tank top Cree was wearing a nice flowy red shirt, and even some make up. This was not usual for Cree she felt so, girly and uncomfortable. But she read somewhere that going out was how you met new people and she was still pretty low on friends having only made two previous encounters with people she actually liked in this city. The bar around the corner from her apartment was usually pretty busy in Friday nights, mostly she saw old rugged drunkards coming out of the place but every now and then she would see people of quality mosey in and out.

She took one last look at the stranger in the mirror before walking out of the house, just to make sure she still saw some resemblance to herself. She grabbed the key off the counter, shut the door and walked down the many flights of stairs to hit the streets. As she reached the final floor of the building Cree was out of breath, she needed to quit smoking if this was going to be everyday for her. She walked out of the building and as she reached the sidewalk she could already see the drunkards coming from around the corner, smelling of pure booze, it was both nauseating and comforting; Ron always had a beer in his hand. Cree followed the scent around the corner and found herself at the entrance to the bar, Hot Shotz. She always found the name pretty cheesy but she didn’t want to have to walk more than a block home if she was going to be drinking so this place would have to do, she hadn’t figured out how to get a taxi in this town yet.

Cree took a deep breath in and let it out fast as she reached for the handle, preparing herself for the social torture she was about to endure. Socializing and making friends was not one of her favorite past times nor was it something she was very good at, but it had to be done if she wanted to survive in such a large city. She opened the door and stepped inside, followed by an annoying bell attached to the door so the bartender would know when someone came in or went out. The bartender looked over at her and gave slight nod and wave, he even offered a friendly smile. Cree returned the favor awkwardly and began surveying her options if people to talk to. She didn’t have much choice, everyone looked the same to her…human and drunk. So she walked up to the bar to for a drink, maybe once her judgment was swayed she’d be more willing to talk to people.

“I’ll take two shots of Jack.” Cree said as she slapped a twenty on the counter for the bartender, hoping he wouldn’t ask for I.D. and if he did hoping he wouldn’t notice hers was a fake.

An empty glass sat in front of him at the bar. Drew stared at it. As much as he wanted to ask the bartender for a beer there was no one here he trusted. So he abstained from liquor of any sort. He was drinking water.

Why come into a bar if he wasn't going to drink?

That came down to the fact that a certain group of humans that Drew had had to beat down several time came to this place. They were loud mouths and rowdy and more often than not Drew found them giving some mutant or another a hard time. So he'd tracked them back here. They didn't seem to learn no matter how often he warned them off, with words and fists, they still did it. Drew had been hoping to find something useful to stop them altogether. Though it was distasteful he'd consider threatening families if they had them. If that was what it took. The hope was that it wouldn't come to that. That if he showed them he could find them they'd finally take his warnings to heart and stop their hatefulness. Or at least confine it to quiet grumblings into their beer.

As of yet he didn't see any of them. That left Drew sitting on his stool at the bar, bent over an empty glass, and not even a whiff of alcohol in him. All in all a poor state to be in at a bar. Distraction came the form of a woman that could have been twenty one...but probably wasn't. Especially if the slight nervousness he noticed when she slapped her ID down on the bar was any indication. It wasn't any of his affair if she wanted to drink underage. Drew didn't own the bar so he didn't have to worry about being dragged in front of a judge for serving someone underage. So he kept his mouth shut, nodded to the girl, and went back to staring at his glass and surveying the room from time to time.

He rarely had anything worthwhile to do as of late. There was the occasional bit of excitement when he was running from the cops or someone else he had managed to piss off - which, to be honest, weren't in short supply. But he really needed something more to do with his day-to-day existence than what he currently had going on. Maybe what he needed to turn the humdrum around was a night in a bar where he could mingle with the seedy underbelly of the city and that would change things for him. But that was just too far of a walk for him to go find a place like that, so, the first bar he came across would just have to do for now. Being lazy, he was beginning to discover, had its major draw backs. Perhaps it was time to change that too? Eh, maybe later. Finding himself outside of Hot Shotz seemed a good omen. He'd never been there before which meant he had no connections to the place - no one likely to recognize him and chase him off, and even if it did happen, it wouldn't be any great loss. Plenty of places elsewhere to move on to in those circumstances.

It had taken him less than an hour of arriving at the bar to begin chatting up one of the regular patrons; a pretty young blonde with a great pair of.. eyes. Nearly cobalt blue in color; he almost couldn't help himself in approaching her, and damn if he couldn't talk a good game when it really mattered. The pair of them were getting on well enough she was comfortable enough sitting close enough for him to lean in, his arm drapping over the edge of the table they were were occupying, his left hand dangling down neat her right hip where she kept her purse protectively placed. Even in a bar where she knew a number of names to go with faces she wasn't taking many chances, she'd have to be plain stupid otherwise. Givng her his best charming smile he leaned all the more close to whisper into her ear. Coyly biting her lip at first, her look of amusement shifted first to confusion, then skipped directly into anger as her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. There was a more than audible 'pop' as one hand came up swiftly to slap Brody across the face. She apparently hadn't liked what she heard.

"Creep!" She was out of her seat in a flash, purse cluched tightly in hand as she stormed her way towards the door. Okay, so she really didn't like what he had said to her. He was probably lucky to get off as easy as he did with pepper spray and stun guns being so prevalent these days. Brody sat there in utter confusion jos face already turning red from the stinging slap that had been dealt out. Stymied at the womans reaction he could only offer up a meager defense against her actions. "What'd I say?" That innocence after having done something intentional came easy after so much practice. He watched as she neared the door, every thudding-clicking step of her stilleto heals emphasizing her outrage. His right hand raised up to signal her, even though she wouldn't look back in his direction if her life depended on it, his left hand cupped against the top of the table. "Call me?" He actually looked hopeful for the briefest of seconds before he spoke offhandedly, and rather dismissively with a shake of his head at the current goings on, to anyone nearby actually paying attention to the theatrics. It was all part of the necessity of amusing himself. "She won't call."

“Got an i.d. kid? I’ve never seen you in here before, you new in town? “ The bartender asked waiting for the proof before he provided the alcohol.

Cree involuntarily shuddered when he asked for the i.d., she hadn’t used it yet and wasn’t sure if it was good or not. She never had one before, never really had a reason to use one until now. Cree reached in her pocket once more to grab the i.d. hoping it would prove sufficient.

“Yea, just got in a few weeks ago from Washington. Figured some socializing and a couple drinks would do me some good.” She said handing over the fake piece of plastic.

The bartender studied the i.d. for a moment and looked up at her with an intimidating curious look on his face.

“Soo when did you live in Florida? Anywhere near the Ocean?” He asked still not reaching for that bottle of Jack sitting tauntingly behind him on the counter. Cree knew this was it, if her drink wasn’t poured by now then what was he waiting for? She was caught and she knew it for sure.

She managed to stutter out a half assed response hoping to save her whole own. “Umm I lived there for a few months last year, I I move around a lot. D-d-don’t see the point in paying to get it transferred if I’m only gonna be around a month or so…. Sooo yea about that Jack?”

The bartender waived over three thugs that lingered near the door. “Good try kid, now get outta here” He said pulling a pair of scissors from under the bar to destroy her only booze pass.

Big Ugly Guy #1 took Cree by the arm and began leading her to the door, followed by the other two nasties. He was the smallest, he wouldn’t be an issue. But Igor and Ivan were twice the size of her and didn’t look like the type’s to be afraid to hit a woman. But she was fuming, this guy could’ve let her walk out on her own and depart with a peaceful shrug and “Well it was a worth a shot”. But no he had to lay his hands on her, his grimy, big, ugly not evolved hands wrapped around her well sculpted little arm.

Cree let loose, touch was her first instinct, the contact was already made. Step one, a little shaky; step two, wobbling; and step three, Cree had her arm back and Big Ugly #1 was on the floor not feeling a thing. Once the first guy was down she turned around to the other two who looked more confused than a chameleon in a bag of skittles. Their confusion didn’t matter for long however, both men started at her. Cree braced herself for a losing battle, and ran after the one on the left (the biggest one) delivering a punch to the face, knowing it could be the last she got to give out in this affair.

Sipping at his water Drew watched the little ID drama unfold before him with little interest. It was the only thing in here worth paying attention to since his marks hadn't deigned to show up. That it was the only thing worth paying attention to didn't negate the fact that it was fairly dull anyway. Just another underage kid trying to get booze on a fact ID. Yawn.

At least until the bouncers got involved.

Drew wasn't inclined to get in the way even though they were being rougher than he thought was necessary. Frankly the fact that the barkeep was throwing her out was a little odd to him. She could still by non-alcoholic drinks after all. Not a money minded barkeep. Maybe he just didn't want the trouble having someone underage in a bar full of drunk or nearly drunk men was bound to cause. His policy of non-interference went out the window when the guy getting rough with the girl hit the floor.

Mutant.

It was the first conclusion Drew jumped to when something unexplained happened anymore. Mostly because it was usually right. Well it wasn't the fight he was looking for but it'd do. Drew drained his water and slapped a few bills on the counter quick like before walking over to the situation that had become the bar's focal point. He arrived as the girl landed a punch on the big one's face. Spying the other one starting forward Drew lashed out with a kick to the back of the guy's knee that sent him tumbling to the floor. Not feeling particularly quippish Drew refrained from making a smart comment and settled for nodding to the girl and focusing his attention back to the guy he'd sent staggering. She'd picked out the big one for herself so he was going to trust her to handle him. Not because he thought she could but because she'd decided it for herself.

No sooner than he thought to look through the random bills he had slipped from the woman's purse did a fight break out over at the bar; a girl who was handling herself with surprising expertise and a guy who wasn't afraid of seriously hurting people - DAMN! Why was it everywhere he went, people started fighting? When you're out looking for a little entertainment people really come through for you these days. It was a blur of commotion and two men were on the floor in a matter of seconds, now the pair of them only had the last of the bouncers to deal with - he almost felt sorry for the guy.

The bar's regulars probably weren't going to settle for people screwing with their home away from home. Even if they were normally unwilling to join in on something like this, liquor tended to loosen peoples inhibitions so that the smallest spark ignited a fire where anything goes. A few drinks in his own system would probably explain why he was up out of his seat and heading for the fighting when he would more than likely just continued to sit there to watch how it played out. The girl was also beautiful so that may have been another deciding factor.

"Hey hey, can't we all just get along?" A half-assed attempt at playing mediator as he approached the three left standing. He hadn't the first clue on how to lay somebody out with fists and feet like the other pair did - so this was as good as he had to give. If he had a few more drinks in him before this happened he would've been likely to tackle somebody at he knees. Maybe next time?