[Aaron Hunt]

If asked, Aaron would say he's an introvert. He had always needed time to himself or was exhausted and short-tempered with people around him. But that didn't mean he wasn't social or that he didn't like hanging out with friends. As he aged, however, he found groups more taxing and less interest in going out. But that may also have to do with him having fewer friends than when he was twenty. War changed many things. Fifteen years ago he would have been sitting at this bar with a few buddies, laughing, drinking, and making bets on the game. Tonight he was out by himself, quietly enjoying his glass of scotch while the people around him laughed and yelled at the tv. Tonight, it was better than the quiet of his apartment.

A part of Aaron thought that coming back home would be different. Like this familiar place would help bring back the younger, more optimistic man he'd once been. That had been a joke. At least he was doing some good as Tank, even if the press was up his ass, and PR breathing down his neck. He took a swig of his drink, resisting the urge to down it at the mental reminder. He was seated at the bar, the far side where he could keep an eye on the entrance and nothing but a pair of tables were at his back. Some military training was harder to shed than other ones and most weren't worth the effort.

While he was there by himself and not actively engaging with those around him, his posture was relaxed and open. He leaned casually on the counter, his stubbly chin resting in calloused fingers as he watched the game with mild interest. His other hand was wrapped loosely around his glass that he pushed forward for a refill when the bartender came back around with the bottle.

Despite the game going on, the bar wasn't too busy. He could hear himself think over the other patrons and music and he could walk through the room without a constant press of bodies.

Rina Carmen

[Rina Carmen]

Rina, or Raven as she was otherwise known, on the other hand was very much an introvert, but even so she knew the importance of being social every so often. Between that and her fondness for alcohol she could easily be found in bars on a regular basis. Her mood always depended on what type of bar, and today's choice was a little more on the casual side.

The current place suited her mood, and even though a game of some sorts was being shown it apparently hadn't drawn in too much of a crowd compared to typical game days. Maybe the bar prices had something to do with it, or whatever teams were playing instead. Whatever the reason it suited her, and made it more bearable compared to a place that was heaving, granted those places she steered well clear of.

She had been mulling about one of the pool tables, playing a game or two. Not shying away from any bets that came her way, granted those that were willing to play were few and far between. The other bar patrons were more interested in the game. She hadn't long finished playing a game, and had pocketed a measly twenty dollars, better than nothing she supposed.

She now went over towards the bar, with a pool cue still in hand. Since there wasn't much in demand for the pool tables it wouldn't go too much amiss at that moment. It didn't take much to gain the attention of the barman, her ordering herself a whiskey. Using the bank note she had just acquired. It was while she was waiting that she cast a gaze about, her sights landing on a slightly older male who seemed to be keeping himself to himself.

Once she had a glass in her hand she gripped it lightly in her hand, one wrong move and it could easily end up shattered. After an initial sip she casually made her way over towards the lonesome male. "Think I can interest you in a game?" She spoke up, her London accent apparent, while a hint of a smile playing over her lips.

Aaron Hunt

[Aaron Hunt]

Despite his relaxed posture, Aaron was aware of the people and movements in the bar. Be it part of his military training or being a hero, perception was crucial to not being taken by surprise. It saved his and other's lives more than once over the years. For this reason he was aware of the dark-haired woman who broke off from the pool tables to get a drink from the bar. He'd gotten shit before from fellow soldiers and friends that the last thing he was worried about was a woman's looks. Most men looked at a woman and judged how attractive he found her. Aaron took in other information, like if the way she walked indicated confidence on her feet--and thus some sort of athletics training-- or how she was looking around the room. In short, he sized women up the same way he did men, as potential trouble. His hero name perfectly reflected his role in combat. He was the tank. His job was to hit and get hit, but his comrades and bystanders couldn't take the same punishment he could, so it was important he was ready to act if need be. His therapist suggested some exercises to help him disengage. "You can't be constantly vigilante all the time. It's exhausting and not good for your mental state." Aaron disagreed. Having people get killed because he wasn't vigilante was worse for his mental state.

The pool player was also vigilante, but in a way that wasn't obvious. It was a skill he noticed more in women than men and likely a by-product of their culture. A woman should be aware. She needed to be careful what sort of possible dangerous positions she was putting herself into. Men couldn't be trusted not to control themselves should an opportunity arose. That was a bunch of horse shit. As a meta who had to work tirelessly on self control so he didn't break things around him, normal men could control their cocks.

Aaron's interest was not piqued by this woman until he noted with how much care she took the whiskey from the bartender, even after she had obviously looked him over. Had he any other power, he wouldn't have noticed the way her grip was seemingly careless. Interesting. It was with some mild surprise when she turned towards him and offered a game. Her accent caused a thick brow to raise as he at last took in more details of her elegant face. His gaze moved from the young woman to the pool tables and back again before gave an amiable nod. "Sure." He gave a lazy gesture toward the television. "That's a lost cause."

Picking his own drink up, he followed the dark hair woman back to the pool tables. He preferred cards over billiards, but he was decent it at. If he could keep from hitting the damn balls too hard. It was a find practice in control. Aaron took initiative in racking up after slipping his canvas jacket from his broad shoulders, revealing the basic black tee underneath. "What brings you to New York, if you don't mind me asking?"

Rina Carmen

[Rina Carmen]

A vague look of amusement appeared in Raven's eyes from the males reaction to her proposal. Either he wasn't used to people or women in particular coming up to him, or he had just been in his own little world for a moment. Seeing as he found his voice quickly however made it more likely to be the latter.

As he made a nod over towards the screen and a comment on it being a lost cause, she glanced over herself, then mildly shrugged her shoulders. "I wouldn't really know. I'm not really all that into sports." She remarked as she made her way back to the pool table.

She used that brief opportunity of him removing his jacket to check out his overall physique, and admittedly she liked what she saw. She took a sip of drink before setting the glass down nearby, so it wouldn't be too far away. She then grabbed another pool cue while he busied himself with setting the balls up, then went over to him, offering the extra cue stick.

"For some reason it never escapes people that I'm not from around here." She spoke up in amusement. "Granted if it wasn't obvious already, then you'd really know when I start swearing at missing a shot." She chuckled to herself, before she decided to give at least some sort of answer to the query. "I always wanted to come over here, and finally had the means to actually do it." It wasn't exactly an informative answer, but it was something rather than nothing.

Aaron Hunt