thefolder | It's Film Noir see~

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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Oh no, it's endearing. Terra, however, will not focus on that, and instead focus on how this guy's her only hope instead. ...Not a good focus.

"You. What do you...know about memory?"

That's the worst possible way she could've opened this, Terra is going to die memory-less and alone.

"I uh...what?" He blinks startled but tries to roll with the punches as is his fashion.

"Well I know it's alot easier for me to remember the plot for each and every episode of Space Trek but for some reason impossible for me to remember math." He offers a sheepish grin.

Very slowly, Terra looks him over. It looks like Gotsumon is fighting against saying something -- probably which would make thing worse! -- next to her.

"This..." She sighs. "Someone's probably just trying to pull one over on me, never mind. Have a nice life."

She offers him a halfhearted smile and starts to turn away.

"Hey wait!"

He doesn't know why he can't let her leave he just can't. Something in his mind says "Not again" And while he doesn't understand he's willing to go with the flow. Gently he puts a hand on her shoulder.

"You wanna maybe...get a pizza? My treat? Whatever's on your mind a warm gooey pizza would probably help."

A hand on her shoulder, it's...weird, but somehow that hand feels...familiar?

Maybe that's what makes her nod, slow and surprised. "That'd...be nice. Not here, right? This place smells like smoke."

Wonder why.

A bright grin and his pointy ears wiggle.

"Sweet! Yeah no, I know this great place! Lets go!"

He took his hand off her shoulder and offered his arm to hold, a faint echo of a gentlemen from this goofy boy.

Terra snorts. "You some kinda idiot?" She takes the arm, nevertheless, with a tiny smile of her own.

Okay, his ears are kind of cool.

Gotsumon follows behind, thinking this is somehow a little familiar...

"I am the best kind of idiot!" He joked as they stepped out into the muggy summer evening.

"The kind of idiot with a mo-ped!" He declared with a flourish, it was a beat up looking little bike, and not at all big enough for three.

"...That thing's small."

At least she's bluntly honest.

"It's big enough for two...oh wait." He spots Gotsumon finally, "Oh, the little dude's with you?" A pause then a shrug "OK no worries. It's only a couple blocks anyway." And before she could take the chance to reconsider he led her towards the sidewalk.

"I'm Beastboy, by the way."

Gotsumon huffs. "Yes, I am!"

Terra pats his head. "Easy lil' guy." She directs this next part to Beastboy: "That's a really weird name. ...Terra."

He laughed, "In a place like this where half the residents have "Mon" at the end of their names and my name is weird?"

He grinned and added, "Well if you prefer Garfield you can call me that, but only because I like you~" He winked playfully.

That doesn't really prompt the best of responses. Terra snorts, holds back a laugh, and raises her eyes. "Oh, no, no. I see why you go with the nickname. Sorry, bud."

"Ouch!" He clutched a hand to his chest like he'd been shot. "You don't pull any punches do ya?" But the way he was grinning and the blush in his cheeks showed that she was exactly the kinda dame he liked.

Terra blinks; she's somewhat surprised, but a slow smile spreads on her lips. "I...guess I don't."

She's discovering more about herself as she goes.

The Pizza Parlor is in fact nearby and as they sit down on the patio to order he grins brightly. "So what do you like on your Pizza? I'm a vegetarian myself but I'm willing to go halves."

"Uh..." Terra looks up, biting the inside of her mouth. "...Anchovies? I think anchovies."

It's Film Noir see~

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