Manhattan bar

[onca]

Pete stalks into to the bar, stopping at the doorway. His shifty eyes scan through the smokey haze, taking in the motley collection of law makers and breakers therein.

"God, what a place," he mutters to himself as he espies some proud Navy captain falling off his stool. "First some maniac, butt naked, running through the streets screaming. Then three idiots sitting on the roof, laughing at him and staring at the goddam meteor shower. And now, I can't find the blokes I'm supposed to hook up with!"

Pete has never met his new associates face to face; it was over voice and text comm only that they screened and accepted him into their ranks. Now he was to meet them at last. He checks his watch to verify the time was correct; it was. He even takes a step back, craning his neck to look up at the sign above the bar, making sure he is at the right place. He is.

Finally, in a smoggy dreary corner, Pete catches sight of his associates. They are chatting, laughing, drinking, and smoking some strange yellow substance which Pete does not even want to know what it is.

Even though Pete knows none of his associates by face, there is nonetheless something strangely familiar them; especially the guy wearing nothing but a blanket.... Pete clamps a hand over his face as he moans, "Oh God!"

<ooc> Yay my first [IND] story! Hope its not too far out there