ALCOHOL FIGHTS THE FLU? (OPEN)

Getting into bars had become easier and easier over recent month. Originally Steven had only really gone to the 7/11 in order to buy the occasional drink. Eventually he had moved on to drinking in a small bar that his cousin had introduced him to. They had served him freely, just because James was friends with the owner. However as fresh faced as Steven was, he held himself with an air of maturity, and the fact he walked seemingly aided by cane, implied that he was just young looking for his age. As such the doorman didn't even care when he walked straight in. Had the man even bothered to ask for ID, he would have left and tried somewhere else, however he did not. 

Steven would approach the bar and quickly take one of the stools in front of it, tucking the cane under his left arm, he would flag down the barman's attention with his other hand. "3 double whisky and coke, please. Irish if you have it." Steven would say, pulling out some money more then needed and putting it on the bar. The barman would get his drink, and take the money. "Keep the change." Steven said, and with a clawed hand would pick up the three drink and spin on his stool, before pushing up to his feet. 

Looking around he would see a table that only had one person sitting at it, an attractive women sporting a red dress by herself. Walking over, a slight limp to his step from not bothering to use the cane as he moved over Steven would place his glasses down gently. "Excuse me, can a take a seat, those bar stools are just the wrong height for me to be comfortable." Steven would ask, if she said no he intended to pick his glasses back up and find somewhere else. He wasn't the sort to impose himself. 

If she said okay to him however, Steven would slide down into a seat opposite her and rest his cane against the table, before taking up one of the three glasses. "Thanks." He would say raising the glass to her in a sort of brief tip of a salute of thanks and then down it. One seated Steven would notice that he recognised the women at the table next to the one in the red dress. "Sarah? Small world." Steven would say, hopefully he wasn't intruding. 

Sarah took the hand in hers to shake it, finding it interesting that she had found herself out and about after feeling so crummy. She made a note that the woman was clearly trying to have a little fun to celebrate getting over her flu. Sarah had some things that might help with that, but when Steven showed up she felt her brow furrow ever so slightly. "A pleasure meeting you Kamile, please excuse me for just a moment."

She turned to Steven and said, "Sure," Getting up from her seat , holding a finger up to Kamile to express 'just one moment' mouthing the words and walking somewhere out of ear shot but not too far for Steven to have to put himself through a lot of trouble to get to.

"What's up?" She asked, wondering why he had pulled her aside.

Kamile would not in a 'not a problem' way and finish off her drink. She sat for a bit, trying not to watch the two talking. When the guy looked at her and shrugged, she couldn't help but to grin back. Looking back to her glass, she swirled the olives around. Should she get another drink? She decided yes and began to stand as the guy got back to the table.

"I'm just going for a refill. Would you like anything?" She glanced back at his 2 cups doubtful. If Sarah came back, she would offer the same.

Steven would raise an eyebrow at Sarah when she mentioned she was flattered, before she mentioned that she was single now. "Well I didn't mean you, I think Macht would kill me if I made a move on his girl ex or otherwise." Steven would responded, in Steven mind, Macht was a lot more violent then he really should have thought, bad blood mostly on both part. Thinking about it, the fact they had broken up, might have made the fact Sarah did not want to go to Macht's family for help, but no.. she had implied that Macht hadn't seen her yet back then, it must have happened afterwards. 

Returning to the table, Steven would shake his head at Kamile's offer. "Thank you, but no, still 1 and a half to go for me, maybe if the night goes well after that, I could be convinced." He said with a smile taking his seat, another eyebrow raised would happen at Sarah telling the red dressed women to put it on someone else's tab. Before saying that the place had charm. "There is seats and drink for now that does me well enough." He would laugh and down the last of the second glass and add it to the other empty one on the table. 

"If Macht laid a hand on anyone I was seeing I'd kill him," She said with a cheerful voice quickly in reaction to it. She meant it too. YOU READING THIS BRANDON, SHE MEANS IT! (<3). Steven politely turned down Kamile's offer and Sarah felt rather relaxed, it was nice to see Steven outside of their endeavor to hunt down FEAR and it was nice to meet someone rather attrative and new.

"Aha!" Sarah said as Kamile came back with back up and a tray of Drinks. Sarah accepted the alcohol but passed on her water for now, taking it but not drinking it. "Salud!" She said, raising her glass in a small toast before taking a sip. She always found it strange how this amalgation of different drinks formed this oddly sweet drink. Like, it was deceptively alcoholic.

Sarah nursed the drink and looked around the table. "We should play a drinking game to get to know each other a little better. It'd be kinda childish to do never have I ever but we could do something akin to it. Or we could just straight up ask each other things. Like Steven here, we know of each other, by the way Steven if you haven't met her yet this is Kamile, she's getting over the flu. Kamile haaaaave you met my friend Steven? He's very distinguished and crafty and pretty damn smart from what I can tell."

The ability to hack was definitely something that had clued her into this.

She lifted her glass of Blow Pop, saying "blagosloveniya" ((blessings)) and sipped.

"It is nice to meet you Steven."

Kamile stopped the bar tender before he left. She smiled at the offer of the child's game. It sounded like a bit of fun. And why not it seemed the others were up for it.

"We may need more shots. Would you bring a bottle of Gentleman Jack please? I am game. I see no harm in playing along. Shall we start? Sarah, you decided on the game, would you kindly begin?"
The bartender returned with the bottle and three shot glasses and placed the in the middle of the table.