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Analeese: She smirked. "I went easy on you. It looked like you needed the help.."

Analeese: "How about we meet in thirty minutes, and I pick you up..." Analeese stepped away and crossed her arms, over her chest. "I'll definitely drink you under the table, handsome..."

Analeese: Smirking, she heads back to the Nemesis cabin. Analeese changes out of her training clothes, slipping on a pair of jeans, a punk t-shirt and a tattered jacket. She knocks on the Apollo cabin door, her eyes wincing at the light. "I'm here to see Scott." A small scabbard hangs off her leather belt, half-hidden under her jacket.

Analeese: "Would I be here if I wasn't...?" Analeese says, quickly eyeing him over. "You'll do." She smirks, as they walk off towards town.


 * le timeskip?*

Analeese: "How much schooling have you had?" As they walk, she takes a slow pace. "I doubt you've ever drank. Besides handsome, we wouldn't want to ruin your pretty boy image." She teases, as they walk into one of the small town bars.

Analeese: "Wouldn't dream of it..." Smirking, she takes a seat at the bar. "Ladies first?" She motions to Scott.

Barman: A gruff barman in his mid-30's tends the bar. He's wearing the typical jeans, t-shirt and apron one would expect of barstaff. "Can I help you today?" He asks the pair, giving them an aren't you too young to be drinking here look.

Barman: "I can't serve you without any ID." He coughs, and resumes cleaning his glasses. The bar is mostly empty, except for a space where two men, who look completely identical are sitting.

Analeese: She stares the barman right in the face. "Do we look like we're under 21?" As she speaks, Analeese tries to get him to come to an objective opinion. "There's hardly anyone here, and the man ordered six shots. That's enough to pay your wages I bet."

Barman: "Rules are rules. I could get fired for serving underage drinkers."

Barman: He looks at Scott, and then looks down to the note. "Andrew Jackson is an acceptable form of I.D." The barman whispers, and slides it into his pocket. "If anyone asks, I didn't get you it."

Analeese: She rolls her eyes, visibly irritated by the man. As he walks away to clean the counter, she picks up several of the shots. "Cheers. And may the best woman win." She says, downing a couple there and then.

Analeese: As Scott speaks, she smirks. "Well that depends. What do you define as fun?"

Analeese: "Lead the way pretty boy," Getting up, she follows him. Her steps are a little more crooked, but she remains sober for the most part. "Know anywhere good?"

Analeese: She doesn't take kindly to being dragged across the queue; and squeezes his hand in a form of Revenge. "What was all that about, pretty boy? Pull me a little harder and I misjudge your intentions." The daughter of Nemesis smirks, following him to the bar. The club is filled with dancers and revellers, and the music isn't quite her scene, but she decides to enjoy herself anyways. "So, do you come here a lot?"

Analeese: "I didn't know blind girls enjoyed clubbing." With a wry smile, she punches Scott in the arm. It probably hurts more than she intended. She takes a beer and sips it, eyeing the son of Apollo. "I don't belong to you, or any other man." She retorts, taking another sip. "Besides, I think I'm the masculine one here." Resting her elbows on the bar, she turns to face the dancefloor. "We could do either. But I don't think it would be fair to beat you again..."

Analeese: "Underage drinking, hustling...." Ana pretends to disapprove, shaking her head. "Pretty tame by my standards, but could be worth it for shits and giggles." She smirks, and cockily folds her arms. "Find me a dartboard and some unlucky sods to con. Then I'll be game."

Analeese: Honestly, she was surprised that there was a dartboard in such a big club. Ana glances towards the board, placed in a lounge area, where guys bet on darts, horse-racing and other pursuits to convince themselves of their masculinity. "50 bucks is insulting. Make it one-hundred, and I promise I won't beat them too hard." Smirking, she calmly walks up to the drunkards and introduces herself.

Analeese: ''This should be good. ''She thinks to herself. "I wouldn't say you're the big boys. You /actually/ have to have something to qualify." She shrugs, glancing back to Scott. "Ladies first, unless you want me to show you how it's done."

Analeese: "Piece of cake." She takes the darts and coolly throws. Her aim isn't naturally as innate as Scott's, but she hits two twenties and the green ring, just outside of the bullseye. "Please, continue?" She waits for the first drunk guy to step up, and soon as he plays, sends a subtle wave of energy to distort his aim.

Analeese: "Shall we wrap this up?" She whispers to Scott, throwing a perfect triple twenty to finish off. "Who's getting their ass beat right now? I figured two big strong men would be able to nail a dartboard, among other things..." Analeese taunts.

Analeese: Ana tucks the 50 bucks away in her bra for safe keeping. She glances across to the bar, a smile flirting on her lips. "That was almost too easy." Sitting down, she called the barman and ordered another drink. This was her kind of place. They didn't ask too many questions, and the men were reasonably easy to fool. "So Scott, where are you from?"