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Devil's Nest - Evening

There was a lot of commotion going on up at the school, but Isabela couldn't quite care. It was the commotion in town that interested her more, at the least ones that ended up with fun or gold for her.

She smirked as the table in the lounge where a bunch of Vikings - that was how everyone kept calling them - were passed out from drinking too much Everclear. They were like dwarves in a manner, and even easier to manipulate. The only evidence of her crime was the play card sticking to the wannabe dwarf's head and the sack of coin she had safely stored under the counter.

It'd been almost too easy.

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Where the pirate looks way too pleased with herself

Where there's a pile of Vikings snoring

Where a more attractive Viking might be hanging out

Where I cry that Sunday is almost over

While maybe a bar wasn't exactly the place Reed would normally find himself on a Sunday evening or, oh, ever... There he was.

"Hello?"

Oh, there was a lot of that going around here. Like Isabela supposedly working in a bar. Ha. Right.

She glanced up from cleaning her knife (look, she had to do something useful) and raised an eyebrow. Okay, maybe she'd pause the cleaning for him, if he proved not to be dull. "Hello," she replied, very obviously checking him out before she continued. "You look a little lost."

Luckily Reed found himself terribly distracted by her distressingly abundant chest so he didn't notice the 'checking out' being done in his direction.

"I think that would be a rather astute summary of it," he admitted, forcing his eyes away and over to the knife. "Is this also a restaurant?"

Because that is just what you think when a busty woman cleans a knife at a bar. Yes.

Oh, don't think she didn't notice that and she smirked at the question.

"No. It's a club," she said, which kind of beat her what the difference was. It just was a cleaner sort of tavern to her.

"I think they serve some stuff that's supposed to pass as edible," she replied. Yeah, so she hadn't been listening to anything Tiny had been saying. "Personally, I find the drinks more interesting."

"Well," Reed replied with a smile that was slightly forced cheer. This was a horrible idea. So, so horrible. "What would you recommend then?"

The knife disappeared in its sheath and Isabela was on her feet. She had been sampling the goods while she was bored.

"I believe they call it whiskey," she said, grabbing a bottle and a glass and pouring out a rather unhealthy amount. "Which has a surprisingly lack of rat droppings."

Oh sure, have him choke a little at that description. "That would be much more sanitary."

She laughed and placed the glass in front of him before cocking her hip against the counter, considering him. "Let's just say I'm used to unsanitary places. You, I'm betting, aren't so much."

"Not unless a physics lab counts," Reed replied, only giving the glass a small look over for any of those rat droppings that may or may not be there. "But I did share a dorm room once. That can get pretty messy, believe you me."

Only if you count books and papers everywhere. And one too many empty coffee containers from all nighters.

She looked him up and down again, just checking to make sure her impressoins were correct. "I don't think it does, handsome," she chuckled. Even if none of that made any sense. "You try being on sea for a month with only male sailors, then come talk again."

His actor played a sailor, did that count? No? DAMN IT.

Reed blinked at the 'handsome' comment, nearly choking again on his very tiny sip of the whiskey. "I did some NASA training if that counts."

It most certainly did not.

She shrugged and grabbed a glass for herself as apparently she wasn't allowed to drink from the bottle. "And what is this nasa?" she asked. "Mage stuff?"

"...mage?" Magic did not compute with science, damn it.

"You know, the freaks who do magic," she replied, but then Robin had said she hadn't known about it either. "Exactly how new are you to the island, handsome?"

She so got bonus points if she got him to choke again.

He didn't choke! His ears just turned a spectacular shade of red. "I arrived yesterday. Reed Richards," he said. "By magic you mean science, right? They can be similar to the untrained eye, I'm sure."

Reed Richards? That rolled on the tongue.

"Isabela," she introduced herself as she leaned forward on the bar. If that got him a nice view, then so be it. "A pleasure, I'm sure. And with magic I mean the kind where you can throw ice and fireballs, and demons can up and corrupt you and turn you into an abomination."

She tiled her head. "You're not going to turn into an abomination, are you, handsome?" Shhhhh, the ear thing was cute. "That'd be a downright shame."

Dear god, he was starting to wish Ben was here just to let him flee to a safe part of the bar where he couldn't keep staring. Of even Johnny! They were better at this sort of thing.

Reed cleared his throat, making the mistake of taking a large sip of the whiskey. "I'm not so sure about 'demons,' but the other two are simple enough." Just give him an hour and a whiteboard. Oh, and one annoying lecture about family.

But staring was half of the fun, at least she was enjoying how uncomfortable he was getting. And no, that didn't mean she was going to make this easier on him.

"So you're an apostate?" she asked, belatedly realising that probably meant nothing to him. "You're a mage?"

"I'm a physicist," Reed corrected, so happy to be on solid footing again. So to speak. "Actually, I have several degrees, but that is what I'm teaching here!"

Sadly, his solid footing got him a rather blank stare. "You're teaching what?"

"Physics?" Reed tried again with an encouraging smile. "It's the study of, well, everything."

Neeeeerd.

She blinked, and see now her mind was just straying into certain directions and she smirked at him. "Well then, I suppose everyone's an expert on some level."

Guess which hers was, Reed. Guess.

...bartending?

"I suppose you're right," Reed replied suddenly feeling like am innocent little fish in the presence of a shark. He cleared his throat. "We all have our strengths and weaknesses."

He was innocent, it was kind of adorable an she laughed. "Mmmmm, nice and generic," she agreed. "I feel all warm and tingly now."

She was just going to poor herself some more whiskey.

He wasn't innocent! Just... focused. On things.

Science things.

"What are you good at then?" Reed asked, immediately regretting it.

"Rutting," she said bluntly, smirking at him. "But since I wouldn't want you to blush your head off - I'm pretty sure Tiny'd make me clean it up..."

She shrugged and in one fluid motion retrieved a knife from her back, tossing it up and catching it again. "I'm pretty damn good with these."

"An... admirable skill." Why did he only meet terrifyingly forward women after making up with Sue? "Is there much call for that for a, ah, bartender?"

Hey, Sue needn't know about any of this.

Isabela laughed and shrugged a shoulder. "The taverns I'd usually go to, yes? So far this has been too quite," she wrinkled her nose. "Almost boring, but it's not like this is my calling. I'm a Captain."

"We seem to be in Iceland, so at least you could sail if you wanted," Reed said. "We also appear to be in the past, though..."

Isabela waved a hand, still holding on to her knife. "Means little to nothing to me," she admitted. "I only just got here and apparently the entire place decides to move. Like settling in isn't enough of a headache as it is."

Though she supposed as long as it stayed away from the Qunari, she could handle it.

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