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"Not normally, but most mutants just lack the power to be to dangerous. Plus i have a policy not to let people who put craters in my floor back in the bar." she said honestly. Sure their were smaller things here and there or some times alcohol loosened people control a little to much but her repair bills had been surprisingly low. The rits had taken their toll a year earlier but even there she had been lucky compared top many places.

"Yea Thursdays always are. The week end the place gets pretty busy though. What kind of work are you looking for?" she asked curiously wondering what brought him to NYC to look. Sure their was always work but the place was expensive.

"If you are a mutant i would advise against being to open with your powers. Some people like our kind, other's don't and sometimes they see killing as an option. If your a human i would avoid the area around Sanctuary. It's a mutant only shelter that houses mutants despite reputation, so while it is safe enough for mutants, humans avoid it. DOn't let that scare ya though" she said with a smile..

"Also while i don't care if your human or mutant, many who come here will, so if you are human just claim to have a stupid power you can't show" she said her words a bit less honest. Sure Melissa would never refuse human coin but she really did prefer mutants to humans.

Thursday night's were always slow and this was even worse then normal. In fact her sol patron's were there not for the bar, but to fix a basketball sized craters in the floor as well as half the ladies room door was still missing. Some people did not hold Alcohol well and with the pro-mutant nature of her bar, Drunks somes times got out of hand.

With a sigh she considered the damage and the bill for it. Such incidents had luckily been rare and it helped that the building had been made to take a considerable punch. Maybe her parents had a point about the bad idea of getting a bunch of drunk people wielding powers under one room. Things were bound to get out of hand and her power was useless in actual combat.

Still she enjoyed her job, she liked people and talking to them and hearing about their problems. She liked to help people feel better and saw no reason why she should not make a profit at it. She watched as a TV, was hauled out the door a victim of the previous night as well. SHe had banned the woman who apparently had the ability to fire something green and explosive from her mouth. SHe was in jail anyway though Melissa did not know much more on it.

With a board sigh she took a swipe at the bar with her rag, behind her she could hear her cook snoring away. Normally she would have yelled at him, but their did not seem to be much point. Maybe a band would help she thought to herself looking around the centralized U shaped bar.

"No i don't work here, i just visit sometimes. I need to learn control" she said which was true. SHe wanted to do things like take showers without using salt water. Her power not turning off could be very annoying in many ways though she had made it profitable for herself. One had to make the most of things even if her parents could not see that. Many she met had parents who despised them as mutants, not her, no her parents despised her for being a bar owner.

She considered asking the boy if he lived here but figured he likely did from his age. As far as she knew most students lived on campus. "Been here long?" she asked curiously. SHe knew many mutants had bad circumstances they came from, she heard that every day and looking at the kid she had to wonder how much pain he had endured. Humans and Mutants needed to figure something out eventually.

SHe slid the remote across the coach to Alex not really caring what was one now that she knew it planned to snow forever. The place was huge but built to be warma nd comforting, which to her was a nice touch. "I Live across town" she said which was true though she had moved closer to her bar recently, which was in a slightly worse neighborhood then she had been in.

Melissa had not been to the Mansion in quite some time. at the very least before the riots occurred. She had come here to try and learn control but things during the riots had gotten really out of hand. Her bar had needed protecting and while she was under equipped for such a task her bad had managed to come out standing. SHe had to restock quite a bit of liquer including her own brands.

SHe looked around the deserted living curiously, it really was a wonderful set up. Still it was late and thus why she expected the living room might not have people around. Sitting down she ran a hand through her hair and looked around then at the tv in front of her which she switched on to the local news.

It was snowing pretty good outside and with the road closures she knew she would not be making it home tonight or to her bar. With a sigh at the weather she munched on a cookie as she watched trv, board out of her mind

"Well that's good hen, you look much to young anyway. " she said happy he had rejected her offer and happier still these frat idiots had a safe ride home. It was much less for her to worry about. She had to agree with the kid's terminology anyway. The guy he pointed to was doing something she agree would qualify as childish. She had to remind herself they were likely in their early twenty, of course of was she.

She was glad the frat boys had a reliable friend and glad for the money they were spending. "My Name's Melissa, and yours?" she said with a polite smile. It was always good when they were busy but she was rarely actually needed to bar tend anymore. SO she mostly did her favorite thing, interacting with the customers.

"I run this bar, Been here about a year now, really glad i had the place built thick" she said as she watched a mutant crack a cue ball in hald of what she hoped was an accident against the wall. Their was little she could do about such thing's but it did not matter much to her.

To say she was caught off guard was an understatement. He was running for mayer and wanted announce the speech at her bar. It made sense, for a mutant candidate to announce it at such a place, but the suddenness was a bit overwhelming. She had top agree it was a non traditional choice as well but she assumed he would be trying to appeal to the mutant vote.

Normally she would have rejected the offer politely. Politics were no good for business, you tended to alienate some people while improving relations to others but the end result was usually a loss. Still, a guy like this might alienate Humans which were never in the bar anyway or if they were they never admitted it.

" Before i can accept or decline that, i would like to hear about your policies. It's not that your idea does not interest me, it does, but i dont want to risk my business not knowing what you plan to do" she said honestly but seriously. "If i agree with what you have to say, you can announce it here" she went on believing no matter what the Bird Mutant would make it sound good, if he was half good politician.

She took the glass and set in the sink, to soak before, filled another glass this one was. This was Heineken it was a fairly big seller. She served it while she took interest in Talon's reply.

She had never heard what Talon was telling her before, but it made sense. Though she was embarrassed to say she had not realized Budweiser was a foreign brand at all. "I had no idea about that, but i would guess theirs something different they do to it here. Law's differ a lot by state as well." she said having no idea what the difference might have been.

"And that would be?" she asked curiously. It was already turning out to be a wonderful day and she wanted to believe this next matter would be more good news.

SHe took a look around the bar again, it was still mostly dead. A drunk found his way to his feet and stumbled toward the exit, but nothing to be worried about. The place was standing much to her surprise. When she had come to new york, she had half thought her parents were right and the place would wind up in rubble.

Turning her attention back to Talon she smiled and waited to here about this other matter, which she could not begin to guess at.