Port Twelve

[Roleplay]

As always, Manhattan could be quite intrusive with bright neon lights illuminating the stands and shops which were at every corner no matter where you were, large ad boards popping up every step, music playing along with excited recorded voices -easily surpassing the crowd of other sounds- trying to sell you the newest 'cool' product.

But Horace kept on walking a step back from Monica, focusing on her, smiling wide as he realized how their two days of patrolling together has been quite alike, of him just following her around as she energetically chased one criminal after another. He didn't know her much yet, but she certainly appeared like quite a daring and strong young woman.

She really was fun, too. It made Horace chuckle when he remembered how she practically made him invite her for a drink. Things being like this helped Horace too, as he usually would be aloof and was not the best socializer. If it was merely left up to Horace, they'd probably never have visited the bar together, or did as much as they did patrolling the space.

When they stepped into the bar, the intrusion of Manhattan abruptly stopped. A welcoming, slow music greeted them along with the homey athmosphere and a gentle crowd of at most a dozen people. The tables were neat, and the bartender was serving an old freelancer at the counter, who seemed to be a bit disappointed with his Liberty Ale.

"Hmm, this bar is really a welcome change," Horace sighed with relief, the door they closed blocked out most of the intrusive sound outside. "A very good find," he nodded to her with a smirk.

They quickly found a nice table for themselves, and with Monica seated, Horace asked, "What should I get you, Monica?"