Let's get Drunk and Loud (open)

[Morphia]

Hiro did more than just piss Morphia off that night in the liquor store, oh he'd done so much better than that, after being scorned by her former boy toy Morphia realized she'd not only lost her touch, she'd lost her pride.
Tonight was the night she was gonna step back out. Sporting skin tight leather pants, high heeled boots and a leather bra Morphia was feeling more like her old self. Her long braided hair was worn down pushed back from her face by a black bandanna and goggles. With all of her studded jewelry she was really looking the part of a rock stars consort, she wasn't about to go back to the brotherhood just yet, but she was ready to make a little noise.

Blowing her entire savings from the past five years she bought a flight to New York and checked into some cheap motel. Now she was checking out the night life like she used to.
Choosing a good old fashion loud bar where some ACDC wannabe band was playing Morphia strode in and looked around. Now this was her kind of place, now she just needed a strong drink and good company.

[Shredder]

"Tonight we ride on clouds of FIRE!"

The song had a long intro, gave Shredder plenty of time to stand with his Death Metal Brood and work his axe, then he exploded into his lyrics. It was one of his favourite of his songs in fact, it was one of those songs that he felt he could play when something was happening, something big.

"We're damned by gods our deaths conspired!"

His head swung around in a quick and arcing movement, whipping his hair around before dropping into a low, leaning forward stance, his fingers continued working the guitar, hours upon hours of practice honed by more hours of live experience to perfect it, feeding himself into his music.

"We fear no mortals in these worlds!

[Morphia]

After making her way to the bar Morphia put in an order for a straight Jack, she then turned to the stage to hear the band.
"Classy." She muttered to her self, the guitarist was pretty good. It'd been a year or so since she'd been in the music scene and she was starving to get back into it. "Wonder if he's signed."
The bar tender looked over at her and chuckled. "He plays a lot around here, don't know how the manager got him to play this joint."
The asian woman smirked, semi famous it seemed.

[Shredder]

The show went on, he went through his set list, giving the people what they wanted. It wasn't hard, he was what they wanted. He just played as he always did. When it was all said and done he stepped off, out of view for a moment so he could wipe a towel across his face before someone handed him a bottle of bud. Sure he was underage, but the establishment didn't really mind, after all, he had made them a lot of money and if worst came to worst he had fake ID.

[Morphia]

As Morphia's gloved hand pressed the beer into his she smirked.
"Good stage presence kid." She said watching wipe the towel across his face. "You with a band?"
She took her own glass of Jack and took a deep sip waiting for his answer.
The Asian woman had signed plenty of bands, she'd made lots of friends in the industry enough that she knew real talent from the main stream stuff.

[Shredder]

"Yeah.....Gilgamesh." he replied before bringing the bottle to his mouth, the cold drink was a welcome sensation. His eyes ran over the women, he wasn't sure who she was. He had no idea in fact, she was good looking anyway, and was carrying herself with a certain confidence. [colour=red["You looking for something in particular?"[/colour] he asked, only half paying attention to her at this point, more interested in quenching his thirst.

[Morphia]

Morphia shook her head shaking some of her long braids off of her shoulders. "I used to work for a European label called Blood Rain."
She swirled the ice cubes in her glass as she spoke. "It's just sort of habit these days to scout talent."
What luck, she'd run into a kid who played like this on her reawakening. It seemed that the fates smiled on her after all.

[Shredder]

"Blood Rain huh?" They were......pretty damn metal. He had to admit, there was more then one band signed to Blood Rain that he would have listed among his inspirations. "Doesn't matter much, I'm already signed, unless you think the Europeans can get me something better." he continued, taking another deep sip from his beer.

[Morphia]

"Maybe the speakers made you deaf because I said 'used to'." Morphia informed now feeling her old swagger return. "Like I said it's just habit these days."
She wondered why she gave up the Babylonian Eden that had been Blood Rain for some idealist group like the brotherhood, she had to have been an idiot taking that offer.
"Though kid, if you could get a contract with Blood Rain then you'd get more than 'better'. We treated our artist right, and we played only the best."

[Shredder]

"Well if your only a former employee, I don't see what your doing here." Unless she was looking for an autograph or a ride, groupies, what could you do? Once again his attention was only half to her, if she didn't work with them anymore, then what could she do for him? He was already signed, and doing well for himself. Well, she probably still had a contact on the inside, so maybe she'd pull something out of her hat.

[Morphia]

"I'm out for a beer, and I see some cocky kid playing the guitar." Morphia informed looking him over. "I'm wired to buy him a drink and see if he's signed."
The woman still had contacts on the inside, and she'd probably be taken back by Blood Rain quickly she helped build that damn company from the ground up. But she needed something good to go back with.
That's when it hit her, this kid could be her ticket back into her own garden of sinful bliss.

[Shredder]

Rex looked to the drink she had in her hand, the glass of jack. A moment later a pair of beams exploded out of his eyes and shattered it. First there had been her "maybe your deaf" comment and now she had called him cocky. "Watch it, I don't tolerate bullshit." he informed, before taking up the towel again to wipe away the sweat on his forehead. "And I am signed already." he continued, hadn't he already said that? Now who was deaf.

[Morphia]

Morphia smirked removing the now soaked glove and reaching out for Rex's face and pulling it close to hers.
"Neither do I kid." She held on to him just long enough that he'd get a dose of her numbing sensation before she snapped her fingers free.
"Buy me a new drink and maybe I'll forgive you." She hoped he'd been close enough to get a breath of her pheromone.

Though she wouldn't admit it she was shocked the kid could have fired lazer beams out his eyes. Not that she was shocked he was a mutant but she hadn't expected to run into any one that destructive in this place.

[Shredder]

While at first Rex assumed she was just trying to be intimidating when she grabbed him by the face, it wasn't until he felt like the dentist had jabbed him with his finest and made his jaw all numb that he realised she was also a mutant. He had been balling a fist, about to crack it across her face, but then his opinion changed, like some sort of interest had just wiped over his face.

"....Sure...." he replied, before rising from his seat, going out front towards the bar counter, holding up the cash was the best way to get attention. The musician got another bud and a glass of jack, before returning to the woman. "So what's your name?" he asked, her pheromone after earning a different look from him now, one that was examining her form more closely.

[Morphia]

The asian woman took a seat next to him and waited for her new drink.
"They call me Morphia." She informed crossing her legs.
When a bar maid brought out her jack she downed almost half of it and looked over at the boy. "You got a name kiddo?"