<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROXZFfuHbrs/TEhyO0C-API/AAAAAAAAMR0/AEorqMvgIqE/s640/jon+foo+10.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Shang-Chi<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Luke's - Harlem, NY<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Red sleaveless hoodie, black sweatpants, and kung-fu shoes<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Misty Knight, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Patsy Walker, Abigail Boylen, open<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Shang-Chi looked pleased that at least Luke seemly understood that he was not crazy. He could understand Patsy Walker's and Jessica Jones's thoughts about how it could be mistaken or that he was crazy. Misty Knight, like Luke, always has that feeling of suspicion but wasn't overly concerned. She's fought crazier before and Shang-Chi alongside her. "New York is a different feeling all together. The evil in New York would always be in a constant state of flux with everything that happens to it. What this darkness is in comparison is a cold blanket over the city being pulled over as the night goes on. It's primal and hungry for our life-force. Sort of like that beast from those movies; Vampires I think they were. It's almost like a metaphorical version of those creatures when I describe what I am feeling it is trying to do." Shang-Chi finished his water and sat on the table with his bare arms resting on the bar. Using his resting arms, Shang-Chi rested his head on them.<br/><br/>Shang-Chi peaked his head up at Misty Knight's declaration of losing money. Smiling, Shang-Chi decided he would like to throw in his stake in this game. Looking around, Shang-Chi's attention was caught by the newest addition who entered the bar without Shang-Chi noticing while he was talking to his companions. A blond woman who was well dressed as all the women Shang-Chi has been associated with, well besides Jessica Jones, ordered names of Alcohol that Shang-Chi did not know of or would ever understand. There was something to her that Shang-Chi's attention was caught by, but it was shaken off in favor of joining his friend Misty Knight in a game of pool. "Luke. You understand it would take something considerable to make me feel cautious this way. I hope you don't mind, but I would like to stay here through out the night until the feeling blows over." Shang-Chi, returning his gaze to Luke, spoke to his friend who's "Negro-Senses" seemed to have also picked up on Shang-Chi's distress. Getting off the bar stool, Shang-Chi stuck his hand in his pocket and rolled a couple hundred dollar bills to match Misty's bet.<br/><br/>"Misty. I would like to have a gander." Shang-Chi said cheekily as he held up his bet and tossed it in the middle of the pool table. Being a master of martial arts did not mean that Shang-Chi didn't divulge in playing games of pool and poker. It was addictive, but easy considering using his senses of chi made it easier to tell if his opponent is bluffing. Cheating? Not to Shang-Chi. It was just a natural sense to him now. He couldn't help it. Pool, however, is a more fair game. This game of pool, however, was easier for Shang-Chi to dictate.<br/><br/>"It's as they say now a'days old friend; you in or out?"