Hilton Hotel : New York City

::BEEP:: ::BEEP:: ::BEEP::
The alarm sounds echoing through out the penthouse suite. David reaches over to the alarm clock, knocking over a couple nips of vodka on the night stand. His hands slowly feels around for the alarm clock's SNOOZE button, but seems like its an impossible task without looking. Unfortunately for him, he pokes his head up from under his pillow mumbling all sorts of vulgar remarks. At this point Dave's just too annoyed with the sound so he decides to reach over and pull the cord from the wall, and pushing the clock to the floor, then pulling the pillow over his head and rolls over toward the other direction. "Wait a minuet..." He ponders to himself for a moment.. "Why would I set my alarm?" David quickly threw the covers half back as he sat up startled. A quick scan of the room made it seem to appear that he was alone. David turned over to his night stand where the alarm clock once resided, and grabbed his watch to look at the time. 6:42... "And why would my alarm go off at 6:42?" He uttered to him self. "PM!? I slept the whole day?"

David moved over toward the edge of the bed, "ah!" , their was pain shooting through his ribs and abdomen. "ah!" He had another pain shooting through his head. David grabbed his side and stood up. Another look around the room and David notices quite a few more empty bottles on the floor. "What happened last night" was the only thought running through his head.

David would pop some aspirin, take a shower and dress him self before heading out of his Hotel room. He was wearing a nice pair of black dress pants, and a white button shirt, covered by a black vest and a straight black tie.


Hamster Tune: Bar

After running a few errins of the day, David made his way toward the Hamster Tune bar, across the street, where he was the night before. There was some people inside, but it was too early for it to be packed. David looked around and saw some familiar faces, but no one he really cared to chat with. He took a seat at the bar, facing the door, with his back toward the wall. This was becoming his usual seat, and David was becoming a regular. "Hows it going Dave? Benedictine and Brandy?" The bartender shouted in David's direction. "Yeah, and gimmie a cup of coffee with it will yeah? The bartender hopped right on it. Its been a long week and David was thrilled it was over, writing about forty eight pages fifteen times each. His fingers were ready to fall off from all the typing, and his head was just done with thinking. He just wanted to drink...

As David sat alone in the bar, the place began to fill up with all sorts of people. From tall to short, fat to skinny and everything in between. The lights in the bar began to change to set with the night life mood, and a live band was beginning to set up their equipment on the small stage in the far back of the bar.

The bartenders were now doubled and the eye candy was getting sweeter by the drink. David was running a tab, most likely over 60 dollars thus far. He switched from B&B to shots, with a beer to chase them. His eyes were focused on the television watching the latest on baseball news. If things didn't pick up around here he might just have to start some trouble.

After a long night's walk, Animas decided to retire to the Hamster Tune Bar. It was a small place, just off a main street and it offered the somewhat low profile atmosphere that Animas currently needed. He was in a bad mood and needed a bit to relax and calm down. He had come fairly close to stupidity on multiple accounts the last couple of days and he needed to start over and get his head back on the right track. There was no better place to get this start.

As he entered through the door, he looked around, taking stock of the current inhabitants. The place was fairly busy, but the staff seemed capable of keeping up with the demand that the customers were placing on the business. This was one human institution of which Animas was not sorry to take advantage. It was an easy place to melt into a crowd and have no fear of being noticed. It was a good place for Animas. Besides, the intoxicated attributed a lot more to alcohol than to much more obvious causes, say, mutants, for instance.

Animas approached the bar and ordered himself a soft-drink. Alcohol was one thing that Animas did not partake in. With relaxed inhibitions and an altered state of mind, his more primal side took control over his body and bad things happened to people around him. This wasn't nessecarily a bad thing in Animas' point of view, but it was a lot harder to stay concealed when three to four people around you all began writhing on the floor in pain.

Just as he turned to grab his drink and retire to a quieter side of the bar, a larger man approached. In the process of walking by, the man bumped into Animas and continued walking, causing soda and all other manner of drinks that occupied the bar to spill in every which direction. Animas straightened quickly and spun to face the man who had run into him. The man was already edging his way to the restroom and this night it was not worth it to pursue him.

The Hamster Tune bar was known for its share of fights and brawls, but sense the Mutant Registration Act set in, everyone in the city has been keeping a low profile. Sure, their will always be your average loud mouth drunks and your cocky beat necks, but not many people are caught starting fights. That doesn't mean that their isn't your usual S.O.B trying to tick off everyone around him, or that the occasional stumbler doesn't knock over your drink. Which is where one douche was categorized so early in the night.


As the bartender had just placed a fresh shot of petrone in front of a still fairly sober David, some jerk bumps the man next to him spilling what looked to be coke or maybe Jack and Coke, causing a domino effect of spilled drinks on to the bar. David instantly stood from his stool hoping not to get any thing on his suit. "What the!.." He looked around but didn't see a face as the incident was already over. The bartender came over to the, 'bar river' of alcohol and started wiping it up with a dish towel, "Don't worry about it, he's always in here causing some sort of scene". David took the dish towel and cleaned up the area in front of him the bartender couldn't reach, then offered it to the man next to him, who initially got bumped. "You get anything on you?"

The man seemed a little pissed, tho he hadn't done anything about it. David figured he was just not a confrontational kind of guy, or maybe he was too drunk to care... maybe he wasn't drunk at all. Maybe he didn't want to be noticed, or maybe. David's thoughts were just a result of the buzz he was catching. He didn't know the first thing about the man next to him.

As David stood at the bar holding the dish towel out to the stranger, he looked at the bartender, "let me get two of what ever he was drinking".

Wow. A kind human. This was a red-letter day for Animas. The man sitting next to him was holding out a hand towel, offering to allow Animas to clean himself up. Animas reached out, taking the hand towel and wiping the area right in front of himself. "Thank you." He said, simply in a somewhat quiet voice. "That would be Coke." he then said to the bartender, who was waiting to fulfill the drink order of the man sitting next to Animas.

Animas decided that he would make a slight attempt at a kind response. He turned to the man and said "My name is Lorenzo. What is yours?" his voice a little awkward sounding, even to himself. It had been a while since he had made any attempt at pleasantries toward anyone. "And to answer your question, I think I evaded the great spill. That guy does these things a lot?" he asked, ideas tumbling around in his head. He was in a rather dangerous mood tonight and it would not do to cause himself unnecessary suffering. For himself.

"So what do you do?" Animas asked, considering the man's attire. He seemed moderately wealthy, or at least he was good at pulling off the look. "A hu-" Animas cut himself off. That was a costly mistake. This man would run off and call the Stalkers right off. "humanitarian like yourself has to be involved in some kind of charity work, unlike our friend over there.." Animas said, gesturing toward the brute that had just come out of the bathroom. Animas grabbed his glass and took a healthy drink. This was going to be a long night.

Coke, David thought to himself. Did he just say Coke? No Jack and Coke, no Rum and Coke...just regular Coke, as in fountain soda. David just went along with it to be nice, it didn't mean he had to drink coke the rest of the night, he was just being polite. Then the stranger offered his share of courtesy, "My name is Lorenzo. What is yours?" Their was a slight pause. "My name is David" He extended his hand out to shake Lorenzo's.

"I think I evaded the great spill." Lucky for him. "Good stuff" David replied as he threw the hand towel back onto the bar." That guy does these things a lot?" Lorenzo inquired. "Every time I'm in here, something minuscule goes down. And every time I just want to punch his face in. Its all the little annoying things that add up weekly that makes me just want to... ya know? " David then held his hands up as if he were strangling a neck.

"So what do you do?" Lorenzo asked, "A hu-" Lorenzo paused, maybe just indigestion from the soda. "humanitarian like yourself has to be involved in some kind of charity work, unlike our friend over there.." David chuckled from his comment.

"Humanitarian, hardly. Only if you conceder writers great givers of charity. Its hard enough to get by, but I've had a few screenplays that have been picked up and had an advance on a few I'm writing, so I'm not doing bad. How bout your self?" If David were to guess, he would say that Lorenzo was a nice family man, making a hearty living for him and his family. He obviously doest drink, but the atmosphere of a bar still unwinds his day, weird.

David noticed Lorenzo's gesture toward the unruly drink spiller. He was playing pool with some buddies causing an abundance of trouble. They would harass the waitresses, bang on the tables and shout derogatory comments across the room at any women in ear shot. David clinched his glass and shook his head in disgust. "Can you believe those guys? Who gave them the right to act like jerks? If this was a different world, I swear..." David didn't finish his sentence, instead he narrowed his eyes in on the cowards playing billiards. His thoughts ran through his head on how easy it would be to embarrass those jackasses. A small smirk grew on his face as he sipped his non-alcoholic glass of coke.

(My apologies for the major delay... I hit an impossibly busy streak..)

"Nice to meet you, David." Lorenzo replied. He reached out and shook David's hand, withdrawing his own somewhat quickly. Lorenzo did not enjoy touching people. It was probably some deep seeded issue from his childhood, revolving around the fact that he had some type of detachment issue based upon his lack of parents. Lorenzo knew of what his problems consisted. But, if humanity wouldn't change to accept him, why should he conform to accept it? There was no point behind it.

Lorenzo caught on to the fact that David was a writer. "Ah, intersting.. A writer." he commented, continuing his thought. Writers and actors were two types of people that deserved very little trust. Both types of people made a living off of making people believe things that weren't true. Such gifted liars must have some aspect of that in their normal lives, as well. This arroused suspicion in Animas. Although he didn't work, Animas' mind quickly churned up a reply to the man's question "I'm in stocks" he said, only being partially dishonest. Truly, Animas' money had come from the stock market.. That didn't mean he was a broker, though.

Animas looked up when he realized that David's attention remained elsewhere. Following the man's gaze, he realized that David had been describing the man's actions in detail. The smirk on David's face lead Animas to believe that he had a notion of doing something about it. That kind of trouble was not what Animas needed, even though these guys were horrible. Humans really were a pathetic species.

As he was looking over, Animas felt a familiar chill. The man across the room leaned forward suddenly, clutching his head. A scream penetrated his lips and Animas winced. That was an accident. Unintentionally, Animas' powers had gotten the best of him. The rage that had been building inside of him needed an outlet and it conveniently sought out the source of the feelings. Quickly, Animas severed the mental link between the man and himself. Hopefully, no one had noticed. The man was drunk and it was more likely that he had hit his head in a drunken stupor than an attack by a mutant.

David was eying the billiard bullies as if he were trying to burn a hole in their heads. The bartender came over to the side where David and Lorenzo had been standing and asked them if they wanted another drink. David just starred at the men and shook his head yes, "make it stronger than the last" he insisted, referring to the non alcoholic beverage he drank moments ago.

Suddenly David's peripheral vision caught site of a drunk man leaning forward holding his head. He looked to be in pain more than just drunk. David thought for a moment how that man must be on something, other than alcohol. Or perhaps he got into a fight or hit himself as an accident. Then, in an instance the man let out a scream. It seemed like a late reaction for the man who already had his head in his hands.

David's attention on the screaming man would soon fade as the men playing billiards started up their shenanigans once again. This time they were emptying their pockets on to the pool table and stepping up to one another's faces, provoking each other to make the first swing. A sign of dominance perhaps, or maybe a test of strength. Not even close, this was clearly two drunk men showing off to the shot girls.

David couldn't even watch the grown men make fools of them selves, he turned toward the bar and grabbed his drink then turned to wards Lorenzo. "What is this, High School?!" David asked Lorenzo. A voice was then heard form behind David, one of the 'billiard tools' was getting a drink. He seemed to have taken great offensiveness in what David said. "You got a frggin' problem buddy?" David turned to wards the man, "I'm not your buddy, GUY". The man looked angry he was mocked. David didn't care, he turned back around and took a sip of his drink.