Devil's Nest, Monday, 12/09

[bitten_notshy]

Jack had passed one of the new guns vending machines on his way to the club, and had stuck in a few dollars out of curiosity. He'd come away with a weapon that looked much more powerful than the handguns with which he was familiar.

It turned out that carrying a gun into a place that served alcohol -- even a place where you'd worked for well over a year -- looked more alarming than Jack had expected. He couldn't convince Tiny and the DJ to calm down, so he ended up locking the gun in a safe and twitching for the rest of the night. He knew the island was up to something, and he'd rather face it armed with more than his teeth.

[OOC: open post, no OCD.]

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[throughaphase]

Why stay in your apartment and feel weird about the island as a whole by yourself when you could go out and talk to people about it?

"So this week is preemptively fired, yes?" Kitty said, taking a seat.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack flashed a dry kind of smile.

"So you're getting the feeling too," he said. "That special feeling of waiting for whatever's going to try to kill us this time to start trying so we can fend it off and go back to dodging sentient tinsel and singing holly berries once more."

[throughaphase]

"Seriously! Just attack us already so we can beat you and get on with our holidays," she said.

[bitten_notshy]

"We could go pick a fight with the gentlemen in armor..."

Jack was not entirely kidding.

[throughaphase]

"Maybe when we have more information," Kitty said with a shrug. She'd totally thought about picking a fight, yes. "It's probably better to see who's up to what first."

[bitten_notshy]

"You're probably right. Do you have any theories?" Jack asked. "I'm guessing military from somewhere, but no place I've ever been."

[throughaphase]

"All I have on them is when I went to talk to someone about the creepy radio broadcast on my station, they wanted me to give them my info rather than letting me contact them," Kitty said. "I was going with supervillain or shady government agency."

[bitten_notshy]

"Do supervillains normally come with this much paraphernalia?" Jack asked, resting an elbow on the counter. "Whoever this is, they're willing to give us guns."

He added, "The government theory isn't bad."

[throughaphase]

"It all depends on the supervillain," she said with just a little bit of a sigh. "See, that's the part I can't figure out. Why are they giving us guns?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Because they don't think we'll rise against them," Jack said thoughtfully. "Or because the guns are sabotaged somehow so we can't use them against them. Or..."

He sighed. "I don't know. I may need to shake one of them down for answers. Anyhow, did you want a drink?"

[throughaphase]

"Just a Coke?" she said. "Just in case anything happens, I figure alcohol's not a terrific idea."

[bitten_notshy]

"Wise choice," Jack said, and fixed the drink.

Because he liked Kitty and it seemed like the least he could do, she got a cherry and a little umbrella in her soda.

[throughaphase]

"And that is going to make my day better," Kitty laughed.

[bitten_notshy]

"It's always the little things," Jack answered, with a grin of his own. "Besides, giving umbrellas to pretty people is half the fun of being a bartender."

At the other end of the bar, Tiny rolled his eyes.

[throughaphase]

"Really? Now I realize I've been doing my job wrong the whole time," she joked.

[bitten_notshy]

"See, that's why you come here," Jack informed her loftily. "Everyone can learn from my wisdom."

His vast, vast wisdom.

[throughaphase]

"And here I thought I just wanted to bitch," Kitty said. "See, your wisdom's working."

[bitten_notshy]

"So I have at least one success for the night," Jack said. "Excellent. I can go home happy."