Megaera walked into the pub of Rochester base and sat down at the bar, furthest away from the entrance, where the worst smell of grease and oil wouldn't reach her. She ordered a drink and looked at the shabby bunch that was just leaving. It didn't take long before the bartender brought her a glass of red wine. She brushed away a strand of her black hair and took a sip. The bartender tried to start a conversation with her:
"You are not from around here, girl."
"I know and I intend to keep it that way." Megaera replied with a look that indicated that he should mind his own business.
"Ho! I did not mean to pry."
"You were, now leave."
The bartender left to help a blonde woman with an oil smear on her cheek, who was yelling for a beer. Megaera ignored them and took another sip.
"This stuff is gross." Megeara muttered.
"Then why do you drink it?" The local representative of the League's Senior Staff has singled her out for attention now. The poor innocent Kusari woman looks up to find some chick with glowing red eyes, smelling of burnt meat and sulfur, and towering over just about everyone in the room. Considering the half-full tankard of moonshine in her hand, she's here to just sit down and enjoy her shenanigans like everyone else here, but this one was just a dick to the guy who brings her booze. Conversation stops, and the guy very visibly reaches for a mop with an expression that screams "Oh no, not again."
Then, abruptly, Teresa just starts laughing. "Hey, it takes all types." The completely gratuitous slap across Megaera's back, the force of which causing her to spit out the contents, is the herald of the seat right next to her being spoken for. "So come on, what's eating you so badly that you're willingly coming to consume alcohol despite not liking it?"
Megaera looked up to her with a wry smile on her face.
"You smell like you sat on the barbecue for too long."
She put her glass down and wiped the spilled wine from her mouth.
"I did not give you permission to interrupt my peace, so I suggest you depart now."
Some people looked anxiously at the two women and left the room. Megaera turned again to the bartender.
"Now, bring me something that is actually drinkable"
Teresa, being evil, grins back, then raises her voice. "I don't think he heard you. She said she wants the nastiest, most methanol-laden disgusting drink you have." Fortunately for all involved, the bartender is well-acquainted with Teresa's ways of being a dick, and brings out something deliciously non-alcoholic. Tis a citrus-flavored carbonated beverage. He quietly takes the wine glass away and pours it back into the bottle, out of sight of the other patrons before getting clear of the psycho he knows and the woman who don't like his hooch.
"So, again, what's eating you?" Teresa's deep, penetrating, eye contact ensues yet again; the sweet, nice, wouldn't hurt a fly Kusari woman not getting away so easily. Also, Teresa doesn't care about no personal space, so she ain't going away either.
Megaera looks at Teresa from the corner of her eye, wondering why the vulgar-mouthed woman kept trying to seek her attention. She found her kind of adoring in her own way. Like a child trying to provoke a reaction from her parent. She decided to humor herself.
"So, I take it you are a regular here, going by the reaction you evoke from people. But you do not look like a junker. Mercenary?"
"Career supervillain, actually.Actually, that's a lie, I'm Senior Staff in The League, which means that anyone with an inkling of what goes on in our meetings is terrified of what I represent." She pauses. "Though, again, your choice in drinks shows you to be reasonably high-class lady trying to slum it up and realizing that the cheap 'n' nasty is exactly what it says on the tin: cheap and nasty. Hence the question, what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?~"
The poor innocent tankard in her hand is swiftly re-acquainted with the bar with a thunk and a slosh as she turns to fully face her victim, the Bravo on the right shoulder of her jacket becoming readily visible to the Kusarian.
"Actually, if you don't want to talk about it in public, why don't you come on over to my place It's far more... comfortable~"
The grin on her face threatens to swallow the bar and all its contents whole as she awaits the other's response. One is better off not imagining what thoughts lie behind those red eyes of hers.
"You are right about one thing. I do like class" she looks up at Teresa and gives her a soft smile. "and that is precisely why I can not go home with you. As for why I am here. I stirred up some trouble and most of Sirius is out to kill me right now. Haven't you seen my wanted posters everywhere? Or the news for that matter? I am the one called Megaera."
Megaera looks ahead, being lost in thought. "Have you seen the edge of Sirius? The creatures that inhabit it look so beautiful. You should see them some day. Even one of your vulgar disposition should. You would like them. They have the same ideas as us."
She suddenly looks back to Teresa and lifts a finger and wipes some spilled beer of Teresa's chin. "Supervillain huh? What is there so super about you?"
