there's a place downtown where the freaks all come around

[entertaining]

WHO: Shatterstar and OPEN!!
WHERE: Bars/clubs in the City, or out on the streets after last calls LMAO.
WHEN: Friday-Sunday (backdated)
WARNINGS: SHATTY WILL BE HITTING ON EEEVERYBODY
SUMMARY: Shatterstar watches too much Cheers and goes bar hopping.
FORMAT: WHATEVA YOU WANT



Shatterstar has been exceptionally restless since landing in this dimension, especially after a few extremely non-fatal fights (and lectures) from fellow imPorts. He doesn't find being stranded in strange universes particularly stressful, but he left Earth at inopportune time, with a lot of unresolved feelings about Rictor and Rahne that he doesn't even begin to understand.

Plus, experimenting with sex here has made him eager to try more, different, exciting things. This way he will be able to make sex more satisfying for Rictor if he ever appears, obviously.

So he's at all the bars, chatting up ladies and men alike all this weekend, paying special attention to imPorts on James Bond's (!!!) advice.

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Saturday; 11 PM; Manhattan bar called "The Oust"

[enigmaestro]

[Four whiskey shots down, and he still wasn't feeling relief. Norman's blood injection screwed with his alcoholic tolerance, something that Eddie had anticipated but hadn't properly tested until the moment he direly needed to. And now it was simply too late to experiment.

The frustration was endless.

This bar wasn't as dark as one would assume simply from the name. Bright, playful lights (in green and blue) filled the ceiling as chandelier bubbles. Eddie sat alone at a small, brass coffee table and contemplated yet another shot.]

[entertaining]

[Shatterstar makes a beeline for the table that Eddie is at when he spots him, and grins down at the man, not quite taking any hints from his visible mood.

He's been to another bar already this night, but hadn't been drinking, merely speaking with the young and attractive citizens of this alternate New York. As it turns out, admitting to being an imPort (or making it extremely obvious with his constantly outlandish behavior) earns him a certain level of stigma, as did being a Mutant in the dimension he'd just come from.

But Eddie seemed to find that point moot, last time they'd talked. Obviously interested in protecting mutants, he'd said.] Deputy Mayor Nygma?

[enigmaestro]

-- Shatterstar? [He did a doubletake. Last time he saw this particular fellow, it was during a surprise visit in his office. And now it was a surprise encounter at the Oust.

Shatterstar was full of surprises.]

Well! Look at you, still in one piece. Obviously my advice for you did wonders.

[entertaining]

[Shatty settles down in the seat across from him, without waiting for an invitation. He grins, pleased at being recognized.] It did not hurt.

[enigmaestro]

[Eddie glanced at the man before him taking a seat. Without explicit permission. He glanced around the room, cocking an eyebrow. A pause hung in the air for a moment but then, he figured, why push the issue?]

So. What do you drink?

[entertaining]

I am unsure. [Lmao gently requesting what Rictor used to.] ... Tequila?

[enigmaestro]

[Eddie wrinkled his nose.]

That isn't particularly refined, now is it?

[entertaining]

My boyfriend seemed to enjoy it. [RICTOR IS NOT V. REFINED.]

What would you suggest instead?

[enigmaestro]

Cognac. You should definitely try decade-aged cognac.

[entertaining]

Very well, I will. [Whenever a waiter comes around!]

[enigmaestro]

So, ah -- [A beat.] What brings you here? To this specific bar, I mean.

[entertaining]

I was watching Cheers. [Yes really.] I realized I had not been to a bar since- for a long time, and Google maps suggested many, this one included. [thoughtfully:] Why are you here?

[enigmaestro]

I'm the Deputy Mayor of a city known for its tendency of interdimensional captivity. Why aren't I in every bar?

[entertaining]

You find it unpleasant? Your job.

[enigmaestro]

There are unpleasant elements involved, yes, but hardly a reflection of the whole.

[He licked at his latest shot glass.]

I suppose.

[entertaining]

[Shatty watches Eddie's tongue go, before a thoughtful frown tugs his lips down.

He just kinda blurts:] Have you ever had exceptional sex? It was suggested to me that i had not yet. [THIS IS BOTHERING HIM OKAY]

[enigmaestro]

[His tongue. Falters. And he stares at Shatterstar.]

Well.

[He sets the shot down.]

I have had exceptional sex, yes. My talented companion aside, there was a time when I -- well. [A beat. But ego wins.] I was intimate with Desire. As in, the anthropomorphic manifestation of all desire in any universe, ever.

It was -- and I do disdain this phrase -- undeniably mindblowing.

[entertaining]

[WELP GJ EDWARD, Shatty is now going to think of you as some kind of sex guru that he can go to with literally all of his horrible awkward questions, since you obvs seem to know where it's at.] How do you tell the difference? I have not had many experiences but I have enjoyed them all...

[enigmaestro]

It's psychological, mostly. The difference between just sex and something extraordinary boils down to how, in what varied ways, is your mind stimulated.