A New Start? [Open]

[Fury]

Oh, hell. This place was a pit. What did he walk into here? It was like no one on this side of town had heard of a shower. Or sunlight. He couldn't help but frown. Mostly because that seemed to be his default expression anymore. This place was a real dump. He'd wanted out of the Twin Cities so badly, but...This definitely made him give the slightest thought to going back. At least most of the people on this side of town seemed either afraid of or uninterested in him.

He stopped in front of a crummy-looking bar. It'd been a loooong time since he'd had a drink. Without much thought, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. He was surprised to find that the inside was quite a bit nicer, but he still didn't have much to say about it.

Earl─he wasn't Fury here. Not like he was in Iron Heights. He felt as though he lost a piece of his identity─pulled a stool up to the bar and ordered a beer. The words came out in a grumble, but the bartender looked like he'd heard worse. He also looked like the type to know when not to start conversation, and sat a tall, frothy glass in front of the other man.

It tasted like piss. But it would take the edge off, hopefully. Unless it really was piss/ In which case, he couldn't see this building standing much longer...

[Carmen Leno]

Carmen looked down at the little piece of paper. It was the only trace of a contract she had. Tonight, she was on a mission. While she could have fun, the dark haired woman had business to take care of. From the sounds of it, things were going to be easy and quick. That left a lot of the night open for anything. First, her target needed to be found and taken care of.

She stepped up to a nasty little bar. This was a local haunt of his? Really? Did these people have so little style? While her's was on the less than savory side, she still had a bit of class about her. She didn't want to spend massive amounts of time in dive bars. Hell, her apartments were bigger than this place and that was just two of the rooms. She sneered in distaste, yet entered anyway.

The haughty look on her face quickly vanished. It had to if she wanted positive attention. That was what she was going for after all. The knee high boots, short plaid skirt, and leather jacket. It was tailored to fit to her shape yet left enough room for the double gun holster it was hiding. Gotta love it when weapons don't break the line of an outfit. The knives in her boots were pretty stealthy too. They had to be since she usually dressed in so little. It had made her find different ways to remain armed no matter what.

With a quick glanced around, she saw that her target wasn't here yet. Making a small noise, the assassin walked up to the bar, leaning forward a little, knowing that most, if not all, eyes would be on her. She stood beside a man that seemed to be very cranky. Carmen offered him a small smile, trying to be friendly. Yeah, right. Maybe she would use him as cover but other than that, this man barely deserved a glance. She really needed to get this over with quickly.

[Fury]

A few people were walking in and out of the bar here and there. It wasn't as thought Fury paid them any mind, but he got used to listening for things over the years, so it was sort of a sub-conscious observation. When you spent the bulk of your criminal career─however brief─with the Pied Piper, you tend to have to pick things up quickly. Those things stay with you.

Even after fifteen goddamn years.

His once handsome features twisted into a snarl as he downed the rest of his beer. Even down to the last drop, it tasted horrible, but that didn't stop him from ordering another one. He couldn't decide if he was drowning his sorrows, or trying to push back memories...Finally, he decided that he was just a man out to get drunk. He didn't really need to be anything more right now.

And then some busty broad came strolling up beside him. Great. That's what he needed, an unwanted distraction. He was already on his way to tipsy-town. He didn't need some chick coming around and spoiling his mood, so her quip for attention and smile would be met without a glance. Only a snort of disinterest.

[Carmen Leno]

Carmen raised a brow at the man beside her. He was a nasty thing, wasn't he? She made a small sound, turning away toward the bartender. This time her smile was met with another. A little lecherous but still, a smile. With a quiet order for a shot, the bar keep hurried away and back again. With that same look, she was served and it seemed it was on the house. Hell, all of her shots would most likely end up bought by other people. Considering she was the best looking woman in the joint, she didn't think any man would want to let her out without a shot at her.

It wasn't happening, but they could dream. The dark haired woman twisted away, looking over the crowd. Yeah, more leers. A few throughout the bar leaned toward their waiters and murmured, pointing her in direction. Awesome. A quick kill and a few drinks. This wasn't going to be all bad.

Still, she kept close to Mister Nasty, willing to use him whether he liked it or not. Like right when her target walked in. Being the fantastic actress, Carmen easily transitioned into the flirty girl looking for a good time. Okay, so more like hooker looking for a good take given this part of time, but whatever. She was playing one and calling it the other. It just made her feel better about it.

Sorry, honey. Gonna use ya for a sec, The assassin said quietly, leaning forward with a bright smile. Mister Nasty was probably going to end up cursing at her, but that wasn't an issue. If he decided to take a swing at her, then that would be an issue. A moment of false flirting hopefully wasn't offensive enough to cost him his life.

[Fury]

He could hear the murmuring around him. Of course he could. And why this broad felt the need to hover around him, he didn't know. He was about to tell her off when her mood seemed to shift. That wasn't ever a good thing. Being in Gotham, it was even worse. Was she bipolar, did she have a split personality, was she going to pull out a giant mallet and start wailing on him? Hmph. Let her try. But still...

He was about to try and tell her off a second time when she leaned forward. Way too far into his personal space. And what was she talking about using him? For what? It didn't matter. The word "use" was enough to set him off. "Look, busty. I ain't interested." He stood up and towered over her. Some people were starting to stare. Great. "Why don't you take yourself elsewhere before I get pissed?"

Some of the men around the bar were setting like they might think about defending her from this big brute. But he was a hell of a lot bigger than anyone else there. A few of them mumbled something about a lovers fight. And one. One, poor, poor, unfortunate soul had the stupidity to use the F word.

Fury stormed around, strode across the bar in what seemed to be three steps, and floored the man. After all of these years, his father's words hadn't gone unyielded. Words like those get brought up, and he sees red. And there was a lot of it this time. He wasn't sure he hadn't outright killed the man until he calmed down enough to notice his breathing. That was going to bring some unwanted attention.

Until it came, he was going to sit at the bar and finish his god.damn.drink.

[Carmen Leno]

Carmen's gaze had drifted away back to her target as he moved passed her. Stupid man. He had given her a once over just because she was in a short skirt and attractive. Other than that, he didn't pay attention. His stupidest move was sitting in a seat with his back facing her. Really? Did no one know what caution was? Then again, he probably didn't know he was in trouble. He thought that he was high up enough on the food chain that he wasn't likely to have a contract out on him.

Surprise, surprise.

Her attention was forced to Mister Nasty as he stood, drawing her eyes up. Okay, so he was tall. Big whoop. She had gone up against people bigger than him and won. Well, bigger in the sense that they could have crushed her skull with a flick of their finger. The assassin stood unimpressed, one hand going to her hip defiantly.

Still, she had that smile on though her eyes went murderous. You're not my type anyway, pal. I needed cover for a second, She snapped, tone so different from the expression on her face. Really, why she hadn't gotten onto the big screen was beyond her. She deserved more recognition than the leers she received from men when they noticed her out of their "secret collections."

Cool your --- The man stormed off as people murmured around them. She watched as he brought the man down. Well, that had been unnecessary. Shaking her head, she watched him return. He had drawn the attention of her target. Fantastic. Ya know, I was going to try to make this a discreet kill. Thanks for ruining it. With a sigh, her hand went slowly to the inside of her jacket. Hopefully, the man's attention was still on Mister Nasty rather than her. Maybe the discreet part was still salvageable.