* Herman is walking along. One hand in his pocket and one... holding a pipe. Well. * Lukas is trying to catch up to the walkin' punk! And ain't bein' stealthy about it. * Herman doesn't seem to mind! "Not workin' with him after all?" * Lukas grins. "I don't hit shit. I'm the computer sort. So if he wants a little research for the good of not having my apartment turn into the House of the Living Dead, hey, fine with me, but that doesn't mean I gotta stick around." * Herman grins, too. "Yeah, that makes sense. Never was good at those computers, but I never really cared." He stops, switching his pipe to his left hand and holding his right to Lukas. "Herman." * Lukas reaches out with his non-Ten-holding hand for the shake. "You want more than the minimum, pony up the pounds. You can call me Volt. Or, since we're not working. Lukas." Love the jacket. * Herman shakes Lukas' hand. "Like yours, too. Volt's your handle?" Yep. Cool. * Herman drops his hand. "What's with the doll?" * Lukas shifts his backpack. "So, going anywhere, now that that's a bust?" (*Takeback8) I was headin' home, but I don't have work tonight. (... We have to shift that around somehow.) (Put "What's with the doll?" at the bottom.) * Ten moves its head stiffly and looks up at Herman's face. "My name is. Ten. Nice. To. Meet. You." * Lukas looks down at it with a faint smile. "She's a project, you could say. Basic AI stuff." * Herman eyes the doll. "Hi." And then he looks back to Lukas. "AI? Y'mean she can think for herself?" * Lukas chuckles and pats it on the head. "Sometimes." * Ten returns to a neutral position. And sometimes not. It's a project, like I said. * Herman nods. "Yeah." He goes back to walking. It's something to do! * Lukas rubs his neck and continues. "Well, shit. I'm all free tonight because I thought I'd be working. And if you're goin' home, you can't have that much for plans eiither." Nope. Got something in mind? * Lukas shakes his head. "Only if it involves drinking. Got a bar ya like?" * Herman grins. "Yeah, but it'll be a walk." * Lukas smirks and points off. "Pfft, walk. I've got a bike." * Herman blinks. "Well, fuck. You might be my new best friend." * Lukas snickers and walks off the direction he pointed. "Always looking for new best friends with big pipes. I take it you're much more the 'pound the zombies into mush' sort?" * Herman chuckles as they change course. "No. Zombies don't get hurt much by blunt weapons. This is in case of fae." That and hitting someone with a pipe can be bloody satisfying. * Lukas snickers, then says, "Fae too, huh? Not that I was much into, uh, weird shit before... guess I shouldn't believe anything's not real, huh?" Eh, some stuff isn't real. Probably. * Lukas 's bike comes into view. It's the only bike round, so it's gotta be his! Think http://www.bikez.com/bike/index.php?bike=21097 and you're pretty much on target. * Herman points it out. "That yours?" * Lukas nods. "Yep." He walks towards it and takes the doll out, putting it in a little casing that's been attached near the back. Made just for her! ( Lukas's bike looks like a website. ) * Ten goes in. (That would fit.) * Lukas then unhooks a helmet from the thing and puts it on. "Hope you don't mind riding back seat without a helmet. Where we goin'?" * Lukas also seems to pull something from the collar of his jacket up to into the bottom of the helmet. A cord, maybe. * Herman rattles off an address that the player does not know! It's in a semi- decent part of town. Not expensive at all, but nobody's going to mug you every five steps. * Herman gets on the bike after Lukas. "And I don't care." [Takes at least seven.] (Darn right.) (That's what the pipe's for) * Lukas starts up the bike with a roar (from the bike!) and heads to bar-land, after Herman's grabbed hold, of course. * Herman does! With one arm. He has to hold the pipe, for goodness' sakes. * Lukas drive-drive-drives! Motorcycles are fun. * Herman rides! Vroom! * Ten is in its box! [You go around in a circle and wind up at the bar you already know about. 'Cause it's like there and why make so much work for the poor GM?] * Lukas pulls up and stops the bike, chuckling to himself as he detaches the small wire from his helmet. * Herman gets off once the bike's stopped. "What's that?" he asks of the wire. * Lukas takes off the helmet and binds it to the bike as he steps off. "Headset. Hard to take a cell call when you're on a bike." * Herman nods. "Kinda figured." He starts walking to the bar. "Never owned a bike." * Lukas pulls Ten out of the back of the bike and puts her in the crook of his left arm before following. ( Ew. ) ( Ten got shoved in an armpit XP ) (I will destroy you all) (Crook = elbow. ^_^;) * Herman pulls the door open and holds it for Lukas. He's a gentleman! A, uh, punk gentleman. (Who isn't overcompensating for anything at all with his large metal pipe.) (bah. Like he needs to overcompensate.) (Darn right.) * Lukas steps in and murmurs a, "Thank ya." He looks the place over! At least he'll probably fit in. Somewhat. [The bar is loud! Because there's brit-punk playing from a bunch of guys on stage who look leathered, studded, and angry, like a lot of the crowd. Most of the guys here seem to have something approaching Herman's fashion sense, and the girls aren't all that much better. Punk, punk, punk. There's a big man with a lot of piercings manning the bar, which has got some space. There's a few booths too, but who the fuck goes to booths in a punk place unless they're gonna make out? * Herman walks in after Lukas, letting the door close behind them. He grins. * Lukas looks around, not appearing to be freaked by the PUNKS! then heads to the bar while saying, "You certainly fit in. Think they won't mind that I can make it through a metal detector?" * Herman walks after, still carrying that pipe. "We can fix it." * Lukas shakes his head as he gets to the bar. "Oh, I'm pierced, I just don't wear them all the time." He looks at the big bartender and says, "Dark beer, wouldja?" * Herman idly waves. "Same." He has a seat. [The big man throws up a pair of beers in glasses for our PCs that can actually drink. "Hey." He nods toawards Lukas. "He your new thing?"] * Herman grins. "If he wants. 'm workin' on it." He takes the glass. * Lukas takes the glass and blinks, processing the implication. "Uh." He takes a hurried drink. * Herman starts laughing. * Lukas puts down the beer and looks over to the laughing Herman, smiling nervously. "I'm gonna take your laughing to mean you're either gay or that was a gag you pull on all the new guys." * Herman claps Lukas on the shoulder. "It's one of 'em." And he has a drink. * Lukas snickers, then says, "Well, uh, you should probably pick one." Beat. "So I can know if I should laugh or be flattered." * Herman brings his drink down and looks at Lukas speculatively. "The first okay with you?" * Lukas nods and picks up the drink again. "Sure. No prob. Not, uh, usually my thing, though." Beat, then a weak grin. "Not that I'll turn down the attention. God knows it's been a while." * Lukas then takes the drink. * Herman raises an eyebrow. "Usually?" * Lukas puts down the drink and shrugs, looking over at him casually. "Like 90% of the world, or so they tell you, I can't say I've tried it." * Herman laughs again and has another swig of beer. Maybe you should sometime. * Lukas chuckles. "Maybe." Another swig himself. "So you're a part-time fey- beater, huh? Pay any better than that MC gig?" * Herman 's pipe is leaning against his stool. He shrugs. "'bout the same. But at least I make my own hours." He has another drink. "Plus, hell, it's not like I really go out of my way. Weird shit happens and I deal with it if I'm there." * Lukas nods, gets a napkin and sits the doll on the bar, on the napkin. "I can see that. Nothin' like freedomm." (* Rei pokes her head in. "Did someone say FREEDOM?" She then streaks through the bar, yelling cheerily. And then disappears.) Christ yes. (* Rei runs through, naked and tail trailing behind her. "FREEEEEEEEDOM!") * Ten moves on her own again and adjusts her wings so they arn't touching the counter. * Herman glances at Ten when she does that. * Ten doesn't seem inclined to do anything else for the time being. * Lukas then picks up his drink. "I'm freelance on the computer work front. Not as casual as drive-by beatings, but it pays for my equipment habit." * Herman shrugs easily. "Means you're probably smarter than me." * Lukas chuckles. "Damn smart, but that doesn't reflect on you." He takes a small sip. "Well, except in your taste." * Herman laughs. "I *knew* I was gonna like you." * Lukas chuckles deeply. "Well, as the only one of 'em that seemed worried about pay, I had to have something going for me." Fuck yes. I mean, doing the right thing is great and all, but Jesus. * Lukas nods and drinks more, getting a faint smirk on his face. "Well, if they ever get some brains and put some money in the pot, I can call you right up." Sure. You got a cell or something? (I'm getting Herman's digits! Ha ha!) * Herman has another drink, then says, "Yeah." He rattles off a phone number. * Lukas nods and counter-rattles. "I pretty much live with the thing, so it's no problem to get me." * Herman pulls out his cell, proving that he pretty much does, too. He enters the number into it. * Lukas doesn't write down the number anywhere! But he does take the opportunity to finish the beer, and try to catch the bartender's eye for another. [And then they drin and joke and talk, or something. Um, session end? Or something? Yeah.]