It's Film Noir see~

[badluckbabe]

Who: Jinx, Noir and Open to all
What: Film Noir has settled on the city
Where: The Digital Dive Bar
When: Sunday Evening



The world is made up of shades of black, white and grey.

Figuratively speaking, it's difficult at times to see where right and wrong lay as shadows of selfish motives and sinful opportunities present themselves and weaken even the most pure hearted. The shades of grey can lead them astray and turn you about till you can't even recognize yourself in the mirror anymore.

Also literally. As night fell upon the city the very color seemed to drain from the world and the clothing and lingo seemed to change to match.

The Digital Dive Bar was a seedy little joint on the north end of Terminal Tokyo, located in the shadow of the Statue of Liberty and adjacent to the Crest of Desire District.

It was the kind of shady bar where you could go to forget yourself for a few hours. Less reputable Digimon liked to gather here and drink away their problems. Some night this gathering of reprobates and rouges was downright cheery.

Tonight was not one of those nights.

A fog of cigar smoke filled the air above their heads as a crooked poker game was played out hour by hour with the chips gradually changing hands from one Mon to another. A vixen of a Renamon worked the bar flirting her way to tips and smoking from a long elegant cigarette holder. She wore a slinky black number that clung to her curves like so many men and mon would be happy to do behind closed doors.

 

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[badluckbabe]

In her slinky black dress and shall Jinx was a sight for sore eyes to say the least. Her gentle flexible curves sang out a sweet melody to the sight of anyone who cast a glance her way.

And as she passed by Hiccup's table she overheard the snatch of conversation making her pause and smile down at the boys.

"Oh? Looking for something special?" She inquired curiously. "I've learned you can get just about anything in this city with the right connections...and money."

[badluckbabe]

"What is it with you boys and your curly straws?"

Jinx was sitting nearby with her partner who was also enjoying a more "Adult" beverage via a curly straw. Jinx had her eyes fixed on Ed though with a glint of mischief in them and a smirk on her face like a cat that had just spotted a mouse.

Her usual bright hair and eyes seemed washed out in this new black and white world, but somehow the effect was kept. She stood out in a crowd no matter what genre.

[for_granite]

A girl walks into the bar. Sounds like a set-up for a joke, but for her, this is no laughing matter. Her hair's held back by a plain butterfly barrette. Her attire? A white blouse, a grey skirt, and a serious case of uncertainty. Beside her, a Gotsumon, his only defining feature being an over-sized hat.

She's not going up to the bar. The smoke, hanging in the air, makes her cough, and she grips at her neckline, more people (Digimon?) watching than anything. The gentle tap, tap, tap of her flats probably falls quiet among the ambient bar noise, but it signals her slow walk. She's looking, for something. Or someone. Who?

Well, not even she really knows that.

[hellspawnedhero]

"They say everyone's got hidden depths. Mine happen to be knowin' how to treat a lady right."

In more than one way, as he was hoping to get the chance to show someone tonight. This dame certainly had a way of drawing his eyes, but it was always a trick dealing with the younger ones. The line between legal and jailbait was a thin one and those directly on either side of it were impossible to tell apart with eyes alone.

[badluckbabe]

A low whistle cuts through the ambient noise of the bar, an appreciative sound of someone appreciating the girl with deep eyes and light hair.

Cast off to the side of the bar sitting at a booth by herself Jinx is watching her with those coy knowing eyes. Like the whole world is a joke and only she knows the punchline.

But the subtext of that expression says that if Terra doesn't come talk to her, she'll just come hunt down Terra wherever she sits down.

[badluckbabe]

"I bet you do." Jinx almost couldn't keep a straight face, but thankfully she'd gotten some more practice in flirting recently.

"Your mother must be so proud." She teased tapping her glass and signaling to the bartender she wanted a refill with more cherries.

[hellspawnedhero]

Well, that killed the mood. His eyes fell down to his glass and the pendant under his shirt suddenly felt very heavy. Memories of his mother, her smile, her laugh, that way she had of controlling even two rambunctious half demons...her shouts of desperation as she told her children to run in her final moments, all came rushing into his head.

"I like to think she would be. I do my best to be the kinda man she'd want her son to grow up into."

[badluckbabe]

Ever perceptive, Jinx could tell she'd inadvertently stepped onto some sensitive territory. But her curiosity got the better of her.

"Well I may have only just met you, but so far you're doing a fine job." She purred soothingly.

[hellspawnedhero]

It was never easy to completely lift Dante's mood after it'd been dropped by thoughts of his dead mother, but the effort earned a small smile. Dragging the mood down with him wasn't his style. And besides, even an attempt at cheering him up was enough to warm his heart slightly.

"That's sweet of ya, doll, and I'm glad to hear it."

[bigsoftie]

Well well yourself, green boy. Impmon spins in his chair with the most unimpressed lip pout he can muster. Better not call Leatherhead, not yet.

"Sit down before you make a mess, kid.

Impmon thumps the bar counter again. What do you do to get a drink around here?! Whatever, back to Beastboy.

"So what do you want, a medal?"

[changelingdude]

"Do you have one?" He chuckled amusing only himself with his particular sense of humor.

"How's business?" He added with a sharp toothed smile. "I hear rumors of course, but I like to hear it from the Mon's mouth."

[bigsoftie]

Impmon scoffed, "Whatever floats your boat.

Oh wait, that sounds kind of bad. Quick, head into panicky defensive mode, "Whatever you think, they're not true! Unless they're good then they're true."

[changelingdude]

He playfully rolls his eyes "Well if that's the case I guess you don't want to hear the skinny about a big cheese shipment getting brought into town huh?"

[badluckbabe]

She turned back to her drink and hooked another cherry, twirling the stem between her fingers.

"I never knew my parents, just a bunch of circus scum and a few decent folks. I've wondered if that was a good thing. A way to keep me from being sad when it's over."

[hellspawnedhero]

"Family's a complicated mess."

With two dead parents, a brother who'd run off to the demon world and literal Hell on his tail for most of his life thanks to his father's history, he was one to know. Sometimes he wondered what he'd done to deserve the kind of life he'd gotten, aside from being born half demon.

"But take it from a guy who's loved, lost and been alone. It's always good to have someone ya care about, even if they ain't really family. Loss ain't pretty, but it does dull. Loneliness just keeps gettin' worse and makes you into an ass to boot."

[bigsoftie]

Ears immediately perk up, "...alright, I'm listening. Heather, get in on this too."

[bigsoftie]

What was that about suckers, because Impmon just heard that. He knows a rube when he sees them and then he knows the ones who can take a hard lick. And when you're a pizza mafioso, you need the hard kickers as well as the rubes.

He gestures to Leatherhead, his big and quiet bodyguard to pick up the digimon, all snazzed out in his suit to bring him right to the where the two were sitting.

"Mind if we have a seat here?"

Impmon never really cared, he's taking a seat next to the two anyhow.

[changelingdude]

"Well..." He fiddled with his straw with a sly smile, "I know that I'm gonna be buying up alot of the soy cheese and feta that they have...so whoever got ahold of it would be getting my money. And you know with cheese being in such high supply you'd have a strangle hold on the market. It's all just a matter of knowing when and where they're gonna show right?"

[badluckbabe]

She smirked at the remark, this guy had layers. Layers he might not normally share. But this scenario, the black and white, the clothes, the drinks. It was bringing things out of people.

"Family isn't about who you're born with. It's who you care about most." She sighed and closed her eyes.

"And when the people you care about stop caring about you it hurts. But humans adapt and move on. Some people just don't deserve the family they have."

[hellspawnedhero]

"Everyone deserves at least a chance."

He finished off the last of his drink and signalled the bartender for another, this time a Bloody Mary. Strawberries and tomatoes, whoever figured out you could turn them into alcoholic drinks deserved a medal.

But now he found he had nothing to keep his hand occupied so it didn't tap agitatedly on the bar. Family was a sticky issue. So was belonging and deserving.

"And sometimes it ain't about deserving. Sometimes ya can't help but care. ...And sometimes ya don't get that chance because ya don't fit in."

[bigsoftie]

"Boy, don't I know it..." wait a mean minute, this sounds too good to be true, "Alright, spill it, what do you want? Don't get too greedy, my bodyguard don't like greedy."

[trainsurdragons]

"Connections are things I need that I don't have. Money's another," Hiccup murmured a response, watching Jinx's reflection in his glass before looking up at her from beneath the brim of his hat. Fearless' attention had been caught by the dame sure enough, but Hiccup didn't seem to be swayed by her charms. Too concerned about the dark cloud hanging over him he currently had to deal with.

"And lemme guess," He continued, folding his hands together on the table, "you've got something I might be interested in...?"

[trainsurdragons]

"...What'sit to ya, 'uh?" Fearless suddenly spat. He never was one who cared much for those higher up than he. Rather he loathed them, envied their success. Some Digimon got all the luck, and it wasn't fair.

Hiccup, however, sighs and turns his attention to Impmon, "Do you need something? Cause I'm not exactly in the mood to negotiate anything right now." Nor does he have the money to.

[badluckbabe]

"That's usually the case." She chuckled and continued smiling warmly at the boy.

"But I can start by offering a pair of ears for listening. Free of charge. You've got a weight on you dragging you down and sometimes a pretty stranger is the best person to help you lighten the load."

[badluckbabe]

"Fitting in is over rated." She shot back with a curl of her lips, apparently proud to stand out.

"As much as it clashes with my strong sense of self preservation, I've never been the type of girl to follow the beaten path."