Recent Posts

It was weird owning a bar you couldn’t drink at. The young icemancer apparently owned a dive bar in the city. He hadn’t been there yet because he figured it would require some explaining however when he was called to fill in for the day manager who had to go to an emergency school meeting. Had he tended bar before? Yes, it was for a mission two years ago, he still looked young then but he found if you are overly confident at what you are doing people assume you belong there.

Sam had two rules, don’t drink them out of stock and don’t let the other owner drink. The other owner was a regular anyways so Sam figured he’d be seeing Old Sam’s partner. To think two drunks owning a bar. At least the place was making money. It was a mutant friendly dive bar located closer to some more popular places. This was the place people came to hide from the busy places, or to grab a drink by yourself.

With the bar top cleaned off the drill cleaned Sam wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to do. He was told from the day manager that she took care of all the prep for food and the night shift kept a clean bar top. Meaning the icemancer had nothing to do really. He cracked a beer and stared at the television turning it to the history channel.

Surely someone was up for some day drinking.

Noon, he was told to meet in the kitchen by noon. Meaning after his burrito and morning coffee he had a few hours to do whatever he wanted, he could have done anything. Sleep, read, watch a movie so he could use more references in conversation, or even the danger room. It was Sam so he spent all of his time in the danger room training to be better than his older version. Serena and Mirror seemed to be further ahead than he was so that meant he to train any chance he got and so he did.

Sam was cutting it close, looking down to his phone he picked up the pace almost speed walking to the kitchen. The smell of meat and spices scented the hallway leading up to it. Patches of ice dotted his skin where burn holes littered his clothing. Luckily most of the shots from the beams of light were targeted on his torso more than anywhere else. Other than that he was wearing the same clothes he had when he met Lenna earlier. Hopefully he didn’t need to dress up for the lunch date.

12:01

Walking through the kitchen entrance Sam threw his hands up when he spotted the time. ”Sorry I’m late. Been trying this new thing where I show up later than I intend.” he tried to make a joke then smirked and looked at the spread Lenna had laid out for them. He suddenly wished he had at least showered. There was some soot on his arms.

”Holy $$$$” Sam remarked walking towards the table. ”This looks amazing.” he looked to her, ”You always cook for dates like this?” he smirked, ”If so I think I’m in love.”

Debating pulling out an ice clone for a trick shot he decided against it. Sam dribbled the ball for a moment, no powers. Right. He walked over to the top of the arc and made a shot and swished it. This one was pretty self-explanatory. It was also an easier shot.

”You mentioned your powers wouldn’t help you in the game.” he put his hands on his hips and raised an eyebrow. ”What are they?” he asked curiously.

”Where you from?” he added shortly after figuring it was polite to make small talk with a stranger while they were playing a very… non-competitive game.

Honestly any time Bruno left the grounds he was a happy boy. City walking that included a stop to all the dog parks or a hike in the nature far from the city. Sam figured she would see it eventually. However he loved the fact that she wanted to plan trips around his dog. To him that was awesome.

”Thank you, yesterday was laundry day.” was all he could think of that sounded somewhat clever. The icemancer’s eyes locked with hers for a moment and he was tempted to lean in. She was drunk. Yup. His nostrils flared and he did the responsible thing and too another drink.

”The smile is nothing.” he smirked as he walked up behind her seeing that gravity was eventually going to win in the fight with her. She was swaying a bit too much. Sam set his drink, walked up behind her and scooped her up in a quick motion. ”It’s the upper body strength that does the swaying, which one is your room.”

After a few sleepy points Sam found her room and brought her to her bed. ”Alright, easy does it.” he said as he set her down and helped her get under the covers. ”I’m leaving you an ice pack for tomorrow.” he said as he tapped the closest surface other than her bed and made a small ice block. It seemed he had been making a lot of these lately. People needed to stop getting hurt.

The icemancer shifted uncomfortably in his workout gear looking to the mother to be. Wondering why it had to be with her. He had nothing against Becca, in fact he enjoyed seeing her and was more than comfortable training with her but if he had to train against her he’d be a little more hesitant. Not because she was pregnant but because she was Becca and he didn’t want to hurt her, she was nice.

He looked up to the god room and put his hands behind his head. ”Ummmm… How fragile is she?” he looked back to Becca and smirked. ”I don’t know why you got to watch us. Gonna be hard to perform, I get stage fright.” he joked and then walked over to Becca and offered a fist bump.

”She always such a pain?” he asked smirking. ”What kind of training we doing today?” Sam asked excitedly.

”Bar didn’t have your company.” Sam shrugged, he also wasn’t at the bar. He was at home doing nothing but wondering when he was going to see her next. However he didn’t say that he was trying to play it cool. ”I believe ya.” he said with a smirk. ”You had a busy day from the sound of it.”

”Madam you offend me.” Sam laughed as he was eying the scratch. He wasn’t offended, he heard similar things to what she just implied. It was also a fair assessment. He did normally like to keep things casual. ”You’d be surprised.” his smile faded as he reached out and started to clean the scratch. ”I pick and choose who gets them.” he said as he grabbed a little more whiskey and poured some on the rag.

Patting her back Sam laughed into his glass. ”He’s been asking about you.” Sam said donning a deep dopy voice. ”Cora’s great when we walking again?” he lowered his glass satisfied that her wound was clean.

”I can bring him next time you invite me. Or he can bring me when you invite him.” Sam said with a smirk, ”If you decide you still want me around.” he laughed, ”I learned your secret after all. Your place is a mess.”