In Memory

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Brief Title:
In Memory

Characters:
Phantasm and Sandman

Scene Runner/Watcher:
None

IC Date:
2010/05/31

Location:
Voodoo Lounge

Summary:
Mike stops in for a drink and a chat with Sandman

Social or Plot:
Social

TS:
No

Log:
-----==[ Voodoo Lounge - Greenwich Village ]==--------------------------------

One must descend a flight of black slate stairs flanked by walls papered in rock concert programs before discovering...
This is no ordinary urban mecca. This is no sports bar, no yuppie hipster watering hole. This... is the famed Voodoo Lounge.The lights are recessed into the wall, and of a golden hue, dimmed low enough that one can see where one is going, but still be able to consider the atmosphere intimate. People more than a dozen feet away will appear as mere shadows until one is right up on them. The walls are paneled in mahogany wood. The bar, that travels down the left side of the room is teak with a black marble top, polished to a fare-thee-well. Taps are visible just past the lip of the countertop. There's a recess in it so that a bartender can slide drinks to the waiting patrons. Behind the bar, the expected mirror -- this one beveled on the edges. Glasses and more elaborate drinkware hangs upside down from a wooden rack above.
The barstools appear to be leather and wood, but they are reinforced to handle patrons of superhuman size. The floor is carpeted in plush brown carpet, thick enough to sink into, though nothing seems to ever reach it if anything is spilled. There are cozy tables and booths clustered at the front and back of the room. A long, thickly stuffed leather sofa, also in brown, is along the entire front wall and side wall. A hidden moving light casts random shapes and sigils around the room in muted hues -- slowly enough so it's ambience-enhancing rather than disorienting. Potted palms flank the door and stand in the corners. There are hanging plants above the tables, leaves dripping lazily down toward the floor, but not enough to impede anyone there. Carefully hidden speakers pipe music into the room that varies from the contemporary to the exotic. There is no television behind the bar. The back wall has a floor-to-ceiling fountain that trickles away serenely. A few feet in front of the back wall is a modest stage, also set with small tables if there's no one performing.The entire vibe is like someone set a bar in a cozy little alcove in some exotic place far removed from New York City.

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It's Memorial Day 2010. The Voodoo Lounge is packed and Bill Baker is at the bar, working it. Many patrons are in and out enjoying the holiday, while some hippie alternative type band plays. Bill seems unusually happy working along. He does some flips of the bottles of alcohol as some of the patrons are cheering on. It is a good day.

It is a good thing there is plenty of cheer within for a wet blanket soon comes in. Although not scowling, Mike is not smiling either as he tiredly glances about with a folded up newspaper in hand. He heads over to the bar, claiming one of the few vacant seats as his own. His head tilts, tired eyes watching Bill serving drinks curiously.

Some rather amourous and drunk women make crude comments to Sandman asking if his sand is potent. He winks to the girls, "Ladies, I am spoken for. . ." Six, another bartender, rolls her eyes and makes a note to let Topaz know what some of the women have said to Sandman. For a power display, Bill has created multiple fully functioning sand arms to make multiple drinks. One of said drinks slides down the bar and stops directly in front of Mike.

Pretty good service considering Mike didn't order anything. But, being that Bill's been present enough for some of Mike's bar trips, the musician doesn't bat an eye. "Thanks Baker." Mike replies, resting a hand upon the side of the glass, still checking to make sure the drink is what he thinks it is.

The drink is A Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster. Bill makes his way over to that part of the bar. "It's a A Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster. Topaz made for me the first time I came here and met her. I've been trying to copy it. See how it tastes." A large fleshy hand pats Mike's shoulder. "Glad to see you out and about and you could finally come here while I was working."

"Pan Galactic G-" Mike starts to repeat, not quite finishing what he was saying as he just looks to the drink, and then towards Bill, "Why do I get the feeling I'm going to regret drinking this?" He sighs, lifting up the glass, "Well, what doesn't kill you." He pauses to sip it.

Quirking his eye brow and smiling as he watches Mike drink, Sandman hehs. The drink is some sort of fluorescent green concoction looking truly alien in nature, but it is quite Earth-made. "No jokes or pranks with it. I am trying to copy it. Make it for Topaz some time. Nice little reminder of when we first met." He starts to wipe at the counter, while another sand hand pulls a glass and pours some beer at the tap for Mike. "Just in case you don't like it" He places the glass of beer before his buddy.

Mike lowers the glass, glancing to the liquid before taking another sip, brow lifting. "Huh." The glass lowers, "Not bad but not quite sure how to describe that." His eyes move over to the beer before he reachs over for it. He glances over to Sandman, "So, you staying here now?"

"Yep. Moved out of the mansion and am living in sin with Topaz." Bill jokes as he takes the glass of the galactic drink from Mike. "Gotta say. Nice to be here. I finally feel good in just about most aspects of my life. I'm genuinely happy. Nothing can mess it up." Little does he know. He stops a moment, "So howâre you holding up?"

"Still breathing." Mike answers, lowering the glass, "Thinking about moving, other changes." He lifts the beer up, "So, you're still with the Avengers or did you leave?"

"Still with the team. Even if I tried to leave. . .that saying is true. Once an Avenger. . .always an Avenger." Bill's face is mixed reaction when he says that. "I quit the team once before and I am back. In a way, you do sign your life to the team." The frown on his face appears and disappears momentarily. "But anyway, howâs life living with Armand? I imagine hair must get all over the place." When he says that, the band coincidentally starts playing "Whip My Hair."

"Oddly enough, I haven't come across any stray hairs from him." Mike admits, "Which is kind of weird considering. He seems, ok. A bit nervous but considering the stuff that's happened, don't blame him." He picks up the glass, taking another sip.

"Yeah, a lot has happened. But we're all getting by. And of course, things will get better. With Ruth and Armand looking out for you." Bill offers a smile and snickers as the band plays the song. "Have you been working on any music?"

Mike nods, "Yeah. I'm getting more done since I've dropped the old nightly routine." There's a slight quirk of the lip, "Pretty good with multitasking."

"Ah, well perhaps it is good to drop the night time activities for now." Bill smiles empathically. "Hey. . .if you need someone to talk to. I can recommend Doc Samson. He was great when I was going to him."

The recommendation gets a twitch of the lip in response but Mike ends up giving a practiced smile, "Yeah, that sounds fine."

"Yeah whatever, dude. I know you well enough. Do it if you need it. No shame in it. Can't hurt." Sandman shrugs and looks over as Six is getting overwhelmed by drink orders.

"We'll see." Mike murmurs, his glance looking over where Sandman is looking. "Think she needs your help..."

"Yeah." Bill smiles, "It was good seeing, Mike. I'll be around all night. So stick around. Topaz is not here tonight, but I would love for you to meet her."

Mike nods, lifting the glass up in a mock toast. "I'll see what I can do."

Nodding his head, Bill waves bye to his friend.

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