<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/D6uzCbh.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Cloud 0/ Abigail Boylen<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Late Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Luke's Bar, Clinton/Hells Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Misty Knight, Luke Cage<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Abigail hoped her eyes weren't too expressive or her face too lit up when the handsome Black guy behind the bar, whom she inferred was 'Luke' of Luke's Bar from the subtle facts that he was operating the bar and everyone over there was calling him Luke, said Hi to her. It was likely a formality, but secret agent training or not, she found guys attractive. Especially ones that clashed or contrasted with herself. Plus Luke's Bar looked very, very nice. The bar was obviously aged, or rather parts of it were. A lot of the interior looked refinished recently but the structure itself was pretty well aged it seemed. Truth was her eyes weren't just admiring the architecture, she was noticing the wonderfully diverse group of chatty... and yet somewhat insular people on the other end of the bar. She picked up on the Black woman, but the truth was they all moved with practiced poise and that was especially evident when some of them migrated to the pool table. Did they know how to handle themselves? Athletes probably. Luke looked like a football player. The rest of them... definitely sporty. Though they certainly didn't dress that way.<br/><br/>Abigail wasn't a Detective or an Investigator, but she was as good as observing as any other student with SHIELD Operations Academy training. Though there were obvious gaps in said training. Like when she was idly gazing about, trying to look at people without looking like she was looking at them, she could be so distracted an old man could sneak up on her well enough to cause her to jolt ever so slightly.<br/><br/>"Huh?" Abigail then said before blinking, needing a fraction of a second to regain her train of thought. "Gin and Tonic," Abigail then said before polishing off a glass of water. "And a refill," she then added.<br/><br/>"How's the party going?" the old man then asked sarcastically.<br/><br/>"Best birthday ever," Abigail replied as he started to make the simple cocktail.<br/><br/>"That's the most depressing thing I ever heard. And I was at the Bulge," the man said in a grizzled voice.<br/><br/>She immediately raised an eyebrow. "You?" she asked incredulously, knowing he looked old, but not a hundred years old. "How old were you? Six? Were you a drummer boy?" she then asked sarcastically as he let out a far more uproarious laugh at her sharp response. She cracked a smile as well, the imagery of a drummer boy in the midst of the Ardennes Offensive striking a darkly humorous chord with her as it did with him. "Told you I'm smart."<br/><br/>"Yes. How's that working with you again?" he then asked, apparently figuring if Luke was going to be with his super friiends, he might as well strike up a conversation with the only other customer capable of cogent conversation here.<br/><br/>"I am alone... not lonely," Abigail enunciated sharply to clarify as she got to work on the gin and tonic. "What's with the party over there? Is this a Division I Quidditch team reunion or something?"<br/><br/>"I have no idea what you said," the salty old coot said, leaning on the bar now, actually listening to her talk. "But please keep talking."<br/><br/>"Is there like a special birthday discount or anything?" Abigail asked, slowly shaking her head.<br/><br/>"I knew you were smart, I didn't think you were so smart that you were Asian," the old man replied with feigned dismay as he literally just made a racist joke about Asians being cheap. To her own credit, Abigail choked a bit on her drink as she tried to suppress a laugh at such a terrible joke. This time he was smiling as he saw her laugh. "And that's up to the Boss man," he then said nodding to Luke. "He likes making specials on the spot for pretty women," he then added dryly.<br/><br/>"He looks really scary," Abigail then joked with an exaggerated nod. "What's up with them anyways?" she then asked, nodding to the gaggle of people around this Luke person. "Acapella group?" she asked before draining the gin and tonic, leaving only half melted ice in its wake. The old man purposefully evaded the question, clearly not interested in talking about Luke and his friends and she noticed it. And for some reason that screamed to the inner ex SHIELD academy student in her. But she didn't want to pry too much on some random bar in Harlem. They all probably had some sort of secrets going on. "I'll have a.... White Rum Punch," she then said.<br/><br/>"Killing me with these things... this isn't a Caribbean bar," the old man replied, still getting the cocktail mixer never the less to prepare it.<br/><br/>"This is Harlem. Like a quarter of the bars here are Caribbean," Abigail replied with a shrug, pulling the number straight out of her ass. After all, if he was going to make generically stereotyped comments... Watching him make the drink, she decided to steer the conversation back to the group of people in the bar again with a joke setup. "So a Chinaman, a redhead and a black woman walk into a bar..." she started to say.<br/><br/>The old man slammed the tall glass on the counter. "ENJOY THE RUM PUNCH BIRTHDAY GIRL!" the old man then said in a booming and slightly mocking voice as Abigail forced a smile to her face as she accepted the drink. "If your so interested about them, ask them yourself," he then added in a low voice.<br/><br/>"Well played sir," she replied in a tight voice, wincing a bit as she sipped the new drink. It wasn't half bad. Wasn't great either. Either way, she was feeling a little hot in the nape of her neck and figured after this drink, maybe she should be heading back to the motel and wonder why she had to be so stubborn about poking her head into other peoples business. "I'll take the check too," she then said in a softer, more humbled voice, her tone sounding apologetic.<br/><br/>"Your too young to be a cop," he then said, not going to the register as he watched her drink.<br/><br/>"Too smart too," Abigail then said with a smile. Maybe a couple more drinks.