Open: Don't be scared we'll make it work

[tolife]

Who: Herbert West, Michael Morbius and others.
When: July 1st - July 31st
What: Both scientists getting settled in.
Where: Locations in starters
Warnings: Possibly some bad language, blood drinking in Michael's case.
Note: This will have multiple starter points and any warnings will update as needed.

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[doesnotsparkle]

Well, she didn't scream and start running. This was already a marked improvement from most of his interactions with people he's never met. Once he pushed the chair in, he moved to take a seat across from her.

"Something like that." he chuckled when he said it. Taking her hand, careful of his nails, he shook her hand. "Michael Morbius, No borns here either. A pleasure to meet you." Granted, after accidentally making himself a vampire that likely would never happen, even if the world they were in prevented pregnancies.

[revmeup]

"It is," she agreed amicably and gave him a brilliant smile.

The paper white skin had thrown her for a second as she had a brief lurch in her gut that it might be the Joker, but literally every other thing was so far from her ex that it was easy to move past.

"I like your accent. Can I call you Mike?"

[doesnotsparkle]

This was weird, but honestly. It was kinda nice. He hadn't had someone this chill with his looks in a long while. Becky and the Monster Metropolis aside. Luckily, he was nothing like her ex. Well, dramatic aside, but he was kinda chill today.

"Thank you, I'm from Greece. And I'd prefer Michael." Who ever listens? No one really. He was used to that preference being ignored, but he'd keep bringing it up. "Are you from New Jersey?" He asked, some things were universal and that jersey accent...

[revmeup]

"Mike-uhl." She over-enunciated, filling her mouth with the sound and chewing on it. Points off for stuffiness.

She leaned her elbow on the table and cradled her chin in her hand.

"I grew up in Brooklyn, but I've been in Jersey since college." She shrugged. Her accent was abrasive and she knew it. Used to try and tone it down to be professional, whatever that meant, but she didn't bother anymore. Who the fuck did she need to impress?

"So what's your poison? You don't seem like a cocktail kinda guy."

[doesnotsparkle]

"...Yes." He could tell that was on purpose, but he let it slide.

Despite his manners, he rested his forearms on the table, leaning forward a little, watching her as she explained with a nod. "That explains the accent." It didn't bother him, like it might bother some.

It was his turn to shrug. "I'm shockingly not picky, so long as it's cheap. That 50 dollar starter isn't really much." He admitted, he'd be hitting the streets to look for a job tomorrow. "Whatever you order will be fine by me." He probably shouldn't trust her with it, but eh. New world, who cares?

[revmeup]

Harley grinned when he said he was fine with whatever, and that grin should be enough to make him rethink giving her that much leeway ever again. She bounced from the chair and practically skipped over to the bar where she engaged the bartender in a very animated conversation. Lots of hand waving.

Eventually she comes back a couple of shot glasses, a pack of matches, and a green bottle. Absinthe. Cheap absinthe.

"You ever done backdraft shots before?"

[doesnotsparkle]

He would learn. Oh, how he would learn. For now, she had full control of their drinks.

Though he did look confused at the items she brought back. Oh, this was going to be trouble. But when in an alien world? Why not roll with it. The first time, at least. "I have not, care to walk me through this?"

This was a bad idea, and yet...