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To say the offer surprised her was an understatement. She had not recalled that particular fact about the birdman but it did sound like an offer that would be profitable in more then just money. Th exposure would tell many about her bar that may not have heard about it which she knew would bring in customers. She waited for him to Finnish before she offered a reply, though she was fairly sure her excitement on the idea was showing through.

"I am quite interested in your offer and i think your right about the prophet involved as well. I'll need a list of any specific types of Alcohol you want. I don't have much from that part of the world, other then some of the beer your drinking" she said. Honestly this was roughly the third of the brand she had sold in the past few months. "I am honored you thought of me for this, when is it?" she asked curiously. SHe had never done an actual event since obtaining her own bar.

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"It does come in handy" she admitted shyly. She was normally proud of her creations. She still was though things had gotten complicated today and it felt different. Still as she looked around it was certainly home, even if it smelled worse then her bar.

Not for the first time she wished she had any number of powers that could have prevented the day's event's from happening at all. Her own power had no aggressive uses, besides maybe splashing someone in the eye.

"It can get annoying though as it won't turn off" she admitted. Her skin simply turned any body of water she was in contact with to booze. She could shape it, control it but not stop it. This made the simpler thing's like a shower much harder then it should have been.

"If you like you can stay a bit" she offered him, unsure why she was doing so. Still for some reason it felt comforting to have the man around. Their was little in the way of actual hospitality. She was sure she would see him again anyway though. She hoped this strange helpless feeling would fade soon, she was unused to it and did not at all care for it.

She did her best not to consider the screams of the dieing man. She found it easier then she thought she should have but chose not to dwell on that. Deciding they should depart quickly, she looked around and guided her Savoir down the street. The path was quite though a few questionable characters seems to hang around a run down apartment building with boarded up windows. When they approached her apartment building it looked decent considering the neighborhood, but the neglect was obvious.

Since she only lived a few block's from work, she sometimes walked when the weather was nice enough. However she did figure that would not be the case for quite some time now. Reaching her door, she opened it without a thought and stepped in, turning on the lights.

The Apartment was clean enough, but the smell of liquor was a bit heavy. The wall's of the living room they had walked into, were lining with over a dozen kiddie pool's, some with various ingredient's in them, all filled to within a few inches of the top. The curtain's were heavy and let little light through. On shelf's were unlabeled bottles some filled to various point's others empty, most were only marked by a colored ribbon and a number on the ribbon.

She had avoided bringing people to where she lived for this reason, one could almost taste the liquor in the air and her neighbors were fairly convinced she was a heavy alcoholic. The situation at least to her mind begged to be explained. "I am a Mutant as well, My skin turns any water it touches into well...." she said sweeping the room with her hand. She was still nervous but it was nice to shift her focus to something else.

Grabbing a yellow ribbened bottle from the shelf, she opened it, and drank a decent amount right out of the bottle. "The stuff in the pool's is not ready yet, i can make the liqueur but the flavoring takes more time" she explained offering him the bottle.

"Well with the stories i hear in this place, maybe we both had life pretty easy then, I hear some pretty bad stories here. Good one's to, but the bad ones seem to stick around longer." she said, having heard quite a number of horrible stories, some of which seemed to bad to be true. Good stories, even like her's seemed to be the rarity, which was even sadder.

"Wow, iv'e never left the states. I grew up in city's though, so im more comfortable in them as well. " she said mentally joking that she was qualified to live in the country area as she could already make moonshine.

She nodded. "Yes, most of the people who come here, are mutant's. I figured their biker bar's, sport's bar's and just plain old bar's, but their wern't any Bar's specifically targeting Mutant's. So i Looked for the highest population's of known mutant's in the city, and bought and remodeled this place. Built like a bomb shelter" she said with a smile. "Humans come once in a while, but most don't stay long" she went on. Even the tolerant one's tended to be worried by the presence of lots of drunk mutant's. She could hardly blame anyone for that.

"The Drink is called 7's cloud, I brought quite a bit of local booze from back home and still have some contact's. no one had really challenged her claim yet, and no one had seemed to check for the existence of any of them.

It was the Jose, The raccoon Mutant made his way back upstair's the keg looked almost as big as him, but he moved it into place. He grumbled and made his way back to the kitchen, more then one fowl word could be heard from his mouth. She felt bad for the Raccoon chef, despite him somehow being cleared by health inspectors, their were few that would even consider letting what amounted to a giant furry animal cook.

Her fear had consumed her to the point, where she did not immediately realize the man who had been trying to rape her, had been removed. She heard the sounds of cracking bone and the like but it never quite registered in her mind. Had she seen What ender's had done, she might have lost whatever she had eaten earlier. Her mind only punched through the veil when she heard someone talking to her. She pulled her hand back at first before her mind was able to distinguish this was a different man.

She had no idea who he was, but the crystals caught her eye and she understood that even if this new man was a threat, he was not the same one she had encountered. She took the man's hand and realized just how much her feet were shaking when she had to rely on the man, to stand for a few seconds.

"Y-Yes, th-thank you.." she said trying to regain her composure. She knew she should be more upset by what had just happened, but she just felt numb and her thought's disordered.

"If its.....not to much trouble, could you walk me home, i live close" she said hoping her voice did not sound quite as bad as she felt. Putting her hand's in front of her face, she closed her eyes for a second trying to chase the helpless feeling away. She would give the man directions. "I can't offer much, But i have some liqueur" she said the word's out of her moulth before she knew she had said them. Before her mind could protect further, the thought was crushed by the thick clouds in her mind.

Melissa was unable to sense her power being canceled out, but she considered her words. She recalled her conversation with Jupiter. "You mean you turn powers off?" she asked interested in the idea. She could not recall the term he had used for it, but she had decided that most of her patrons might not have enjoyed it. Still the idea that could turn them off was intriguing.

"Visting for Training would be best. I have a home not to far from my work. Not the best neighborhood, but it work's" she said which was partly true. Her land lord still hounded her about her rather impressive water bills, even though she paid it.

"I would like to see the place though, it looks very large. " she said looking over the building again. "I Moved here from San Francisco maybe 6 months ago and opened a bar for Mutant's." she said making conversation, unsure how to proceed.