AN: By popular (one person anyway) demand our favourite barman has his own little place in this fic. Yep, right here you will discover what goes on through the eyes and opinions of one Daniel James Thomas.
Disclaimer: He's mine all mine, I'm not sharing him, no way. The others belong to Marvel though.
Bar Talk part 1
Y'know, Bayville's a funny old town at times, the people claim to hate mutants, say they're dangerous, but in here they mix happily with them. It's not even like they can say that they didn't know there were mutants here. The mutants don't bother to hide, not any more.
Take that group there, third table from the dance floor, all but one of them are mutants, the most obvious one being the blue fuzzy guy, but that doesn't stop people coming over to ask the girls to dance. Especially the Rogue.
Now that girl is hot, brown and white hair, pale skin and a figure to die for. It's her eyes though, men have been known to kill themselves over those red-on-black eyes. Ok so maybe they haven't but you get the point. Every guy in here wants to sleep with her, probably the women too. Too bad she's taken really.
Ah, but they're good together, Rogue and Remy. They've been through a lot lately, not least that insane Canadian. I was actually surprised to see him alive -- Remy, not the Canadian -- after I let slip about their relationship, not that I knew it was a secret. Although Remy did seem to be limping a bit for a few days afterwards.
But to get back to my original topic, the people of Bayville, the youths anyway, seem to have a night time tolerance of mutants. The minute the sun sets mutants are perfectly acceptable, no one will raise a hand to them, but come sunrise they're back to being scum again. Can you say hypocritical?
Gotta go now, drinks to serve.
Well, how do you like Bayville from a non-mutant perspective? They will get more interesting, I promise, I just need to wait for the plot to get to the right place.
Disclaimer: He's mine all mine, I'm not sharing him, no way. The others belong to Marvel though.
Bar Talk part 1
Y'know, Bayville's a funny old town at times, the people claim to hate mutants, say they're dangerous, but in here they mix happily with them. It's not even like they can say that they didn't know there were mutants here. The mutants don't bother to hide, not any more.
Take that group there, third table from the dance floor, all but one of them are mutants, the most obvious one being the blue fuzzy guy, but that doesn't stop people coming over to ask the girls to dance. Especially the Rogue.
Now that girl is hot, brown and white hair, pale skin and a figure to die for. It's her eyes though, men have been known to kill themselves over those red-on-black eyes. Ok so maybe they haven't but you get the point. Every guy in here wants to sleep with her, probably the women too. Too bad she's taken really.
Ah, but they're good together, Rogue and Remy. They've been through a lot lately, not least that insane Canadian. I was actually surprised to see him alive -- Remy, not the Canadian -- after I let slip about their relationship, not that I knew it was a secret. Although Remy did seem to be limping a bit for a few days afterwards.
But to get back to my original topic, the people of Bayville, the youths anyway, seem to have a night time tolerance of mutants. The minute the sun sets mutants are perfectly acceptable, no one will raise a hand to them, but come sunrise they're back to being scum again. Can you say hypocritical?
Gotta go now, drinks to serve.
Well, how do you like Bayville from a non-mutant perspective? They will get more interesting, I promise, I just need to wait for the plot to get to the right place.