Checking out the local bars (Fourth Corner Open)

Mia saw some multi armed woman serving the other patrons down along the bar and she hadn’t even began drinking so the idea of being rude and forcing the woman to pay attention to her with a loud shout down the length of the bar. She didn’t mind waiting anyway, shrugging idly to herself as she just gave the woman some idle admiration. She seemed the calm and chill type so she doubted she’d mind, and beside, as bad as it was a lot of female bartenders probably realized by now that being admired probably didn’t hurt their bottom line when it came to selling their product. Mia’s eyes did naturally slide down the multiple limbs of the woman, a casual smirk crossing her lips as she began to wonder what those could be put to use for in a more…private setting.

“Hm…?” Her head perked up a bit as she heard a bit of scratching behind the bar. Her pointed ears twitched a little and her head turned just in time to spot the bottle going up first. She hadn’t seen exactly how it had moved just that it was now suddenly there with no clear source of where it had come from. She pushed up off the bar a little, her head up and over the possum behind the bar and trying to see who’d set the drink down. Invisible bartender? Telekenetic mind reading one? Nah not that, she wouldn’t have considered ordering something so fruity. Finally the possum caught the edge of her peripheral vision however and Mia eased back down into her seat, watching the little creature move so easily and with some clear skill, almost like a cartoon given the way it used it’s tail so fluidly to uncork the bottle.

Mia just…sat for a moment, taking in the fact she’d just been joined by a possum. Not even a human sized possum person but just a…possum. As someone who touted that quirks were great and all should be accepted this one was still managing to throw her for a loop. Very briefly her lips parted to say something, and then she glanced down to the bar, as if searching for something before lightly tapping her forehead with the base of her palm. “Right, I havn’t even started drinking yet.” And even if she had she wasn’t exactly a lightweight. Shaking the brief daze from her head she leaned on her elbows, lowering her head a bit to better address the possum now chugging back his weight in drink.

“Er…ya mighta seen me on the TV for starters. Red Horn, Pro hero, ring any bells?” She offered a mildly cheeky smile as she briefly toted her own ego, offering her much larger hand across to shake as she more properly introduced herself. “Off the job you can call me Mia though. Mia Kearney.” She’d hopefully shake the tiny fella’s tiny hand, whether it be a full grasp or just him latching onto her finger or something, but as she pulled back she’d tip her head a little more curiously. “So I’m gonna take a roooough guess you’re an animal with a brainy quirk rather than a human cursed to be the size of a possum?”

She’d hope she was right and not being rude before continuing. “So what brings you to Japan mate? Ain’t seen one of you lot since I was back in Texas. Honestly didn’t think you guys existed over here.” By now she was fully laying her chin on her crossed arms, distracting herself from her thirst for a drink with this little possum fellow.

Mia’s brow raised a little as she was recognized as ‘the big one’, and she couldn’t help but chuckle a little at that. Back when she first started being a hero in Texas she was definitely the biggest person on the scene, but nowadays it felt like she was finally finding people who towered over even her left right and centre. That bull guy, some beefy students, heck she was pretty sure the bee lady was bigger than her though that may just be because of how big she was for a bee skewing Mia’s perception of her. Still, it was nice to be known as the ‘big one’ cause it made her feel like whoever saw her still saw her as pretty impressive size.

“Well guess that’s one way to remember me, though compared to the others I suppose I don’t stand out so much for my height anymore...” Mia tipped her head back in thought for just a moment before shrugging casually at herself and leaning on her elbows a little more firmly as she chuckled. “Though I guess at the very least I’m the biggest girl on the scene, though who knows how long that’s gonna last eh?~” She smirked a little, preferring to be the kind to tease and chuckle at herself than anyone who had a depressed tone just because they couldn’t measure up to others, literally in this case.

Watching the little possum fellow enjoy his drink and his nuts, Mia had to wonder how long it’d be before the little fella was sloshed, but at least he was having the sense to eat something so it didn’t go right to his head. Speaking of a drink, Mia herself was still dying of thirst here, and the next time a bartended passed by she’d lift her hand to catch their attention, making sure she got her own order in. She went for one of the more generic brands. You might as well have called it ‘beer beer’, but Mia wasn’t the kind who drank for the taste. Sure it wasn’t a bad taste, but she more drank for the…’experience’, she wasn’t an alcoholic or a drunk but there was a sense of refreshment and the relief of tension that came from an alcoholic beverage she didn’t readily get from anything else.

She’d still pay attention to the possum even as she waited for her drink, quirking her brow and catching how he was apparently some zoo animal, tipping her head to the side in thought on the matter. She supposed anything that was smart enough to realize it was in captivity wouldn’t wanna be stuck in there, and she commended him for getting out, but all the same this wasn’t some revelation for her. He was a REALLY smart member of his species, it didn’t make other possums any less…possum…ish, to her.

“So do you like, still understand other possums?” She asked, that being the first question to grab her mind. “I mean like is there an actual language there or is it all just little quirks and ticks. Like alerting eachother of sounds, or is it like, an actual conversation?” She wondered about the answer, afterall having some link between species was a rarity.
Still, she didn’t mean to be rude and followed up with. “Certainly sounds rough though. I havn’t met any other animal quirkers but I know from the news you guys are becoming more and more common…must be weird sort being ostracised by your family, I mean a lot of quirkers have to go through that, but your entire species? Yeesh…” She took a swig of her delivered drink, resting more comfortably in her seat. “I mean…assuming you paid for that drink you seem to be doing pretty well for yourself at least.” She finished with a smirk.

Mia smiled a bit more at the idea he was basing his comment of calling her ‘big’ on her personality rather that just her size, which really felt like much more praise than the physical impression of her could have given. Afterall she was so strong and rough in her actions Perry here seemed to just see her as ‘big’ which was exactly what the blonde was going for, even if not intentionally half the time. Her grin just seemed to get wider even as he seemed to get this impression without being some avid fan. Word of how she was just seemed to be spreading even outside the circles who followed heroes naturally. “Ya know I think ‘brutish but strong’ is almost an oxymoron…or whatever word people use. Ya know how they counter eachother? Brutish and strong tend to go pretty hand in hand afterall from what I’ve seen! Hahaha!~” She had a little chuckle at the choice of wording but in the end she still really absorbed the compliment in her personality. Some might have been insulted to be called a brute, but it was just the kind of person she was, why be ashamed of the fact she was a battle hungry brute? Especially if it’s why half of her fans tended to love her! She caught Perry giving out his alcoholic belch and snickering a little more at that too, reaching over and playfully nudging his gut with the back of a finger. “Careful there mate, size o’ you ya might drown yourself in the stuff if ya don’t watch yerself.”

She’d politely try and listen to him explain how the communication with other Possums worked and it seemed simple enough. From the way he was speaking he still seemed to respect the intelligence of his fellow animals, but it was just a clash of culture once he ended up walking and talking like a person. She snorted a little at the analogy but had to throw in “I mean these days that’s more likely to happen than it used to be, but yeah, I totally get what you mean. If I saw a non-quirker doing that shit I’d definitely think something wasn’t quite right with them in the head…I mean to each their own, but I ain’t gonna pretend I’m not gonna look at that shit and think it’s weird.” She gave a shrug with a light, cheeky smirk on the matter, finally getting her own drink and a normal glass to go with it. Before the bartender got away however she caught their attention. “Hey er, 3 more bottles and the biggest glass ya got if ya don’t mind.” The two shared a nod of agreement on the order before Mia lifted the bottle, snapping off the cap against the tip of her horn, and pouring the liquid out into her glass…boy this thing felt tiny compared to the practical tankards she drank stuff out of at home.

Still- “Down the hatch.” Tipping her head back, she’d slowly start to chug the pint glass down, glad to finally get some satisfying, refreshing alcohol in her system after the long day and not even seeming out of breath when she put the glass down, resting back on her elbows and flashing a smile to Perry again, having just downed what a drink similar in size to the one that seemed like it’d probably be his ‘lot for the night’ judging by the size comparison. Even as more drinks arrived, she shot a quick “Keep ‘em comin’” to the bartender. “Got a quirk tolerance.”

Popping more bottle caps off on her horn and pouring them into the much bigger glass she’d been provided, not even seeming to hesitate at the concept of downing 4 drinks right off the bat. With her size and her tolerance, that was basically the equivalent of the first pint for any normal person. She caught onto Perry saying he made his own brew, a little surprised this little guy could be running his own brewing operation, narrowing her gaze a little as she considered it. “Made it? What we talking like…your own brewing company or just some little operation ran out of a garage or something?” That did beg the question of where a possum even lived to have a place to brew drinks, but she wouldn’t be rude enough to just ask ‘where do you live’ as she instead opted to take another sip of her drink. She would however gesture to the slowly draining bottle and ask. “Mind if I have a sip? Got me curious now.”

If she was turned down she wouldn’t mind so much, she knew some people could be squeamish about sharing drinks and stuff, but Mia had just never been the kind to worry about germs or the like.

Hearing him say that he was tougher than he looked, Mia could only scoff a little, not meaning to be rude, but also...well- "Usually when people give me that whole 'i'm tougher than I look' spiel, I tend to offer to go a few rounds with them and see what they're made of...buuuut I don't exactly wanna have a dead possum on my hands." The offer seemed to still be present if the Possum actually thought he was that tough, but also just casually throwing out her usual habits with a sense of caution given the little fella's size. She was sure, for a possum, he was probably damn tough, but whether or not that matched up to someone on her scale was another game entirely. He seemed to slice it up well on his drinking though saying he could handle one bottle, but hey for a possum that still sounded damn impressive.

She'd grin heartily as the possum encouraged her drinking with such fervor, chuckling with him a little as he suggested getting one of her huge mugs filled with his own brand. "What, you get paid everytime someone drinks your shit? You'll be rich before ya know it if I end up enjoying it." She stuck out her tongue between her lightly emphasized tusks, despite the calming effect of alcohol, the...'manliness' of a good drink seemed to keep Mia at a constantly steady level of muscle, so she looked more beefy than when fully at ease at home.

She listened to how he went about making his brews, curious what his hideouts where like but not wanting to pry if they were meant to be some private safe spot for him. She trusted him on it being clean though, afterall he was a talking possum, at this point she'd believe anything he said. With a bit of curiosity she took the bottle offered across to her. She swilled the bottle about as she grabbed it by the neck, before taking a sip of what was left. She didn't down everything that was left and laid the bottle down, swilling the drink in her mouth to take in the flavor, and swallowing it back.

"Bit sweeter than I'm used to but...ah. What the hell." FInishing her current glass, Mia rather forwardly reached over the counter and grabbed two bottles of Perry's brew from behind the bar, calling out to the bartender. "Hey! Charge me!" She showed the two bottles so they knew what she referred to, biting off the caps this time (or biting out the corks) and filling her giant glass with two bottles worth of the stuff. "Ain't half bad. My compliments to the brewer." With her glass full, she lifted her drink and offered it across to his bottle, hoping he could lift it easily for a cheers now that it was so close to being empty. "Cheers mate, you ain't a half bad drinking buddy. For a possum." She smirked, hoping the light tease was taken in good humor, genuinely holding no prejudice here.

Mia snickered along with the possum’s teasing words that a fight would just ruin their buzz, and with a shrug she silently agreed, tipping back her drink with a smirk and never thinking she’d have told herself that a possum was one of the best drinking budidies she’d had, no matter how briefly this possum ended up lasting in the long run of things like this.

“Amen to makin’ people. Pretty much part of the job description.” She smiled warmly but a silly thought occurred to her, smirking to herself as she contemplated it. “Ya know though, I bet comparatively speaking you make a fucking mint.” She smirked a little more at that idea and chuckled to herself. “I mean, you don’t exactly need the biggest TVs, or the most food, and one drink pretty much does you in. Living costs must be cheap as hell when you’re so small.” She of course meant no offense in her comment, but with the buzz starting to hit her she may not have realized if she was being a little rude. “Like er…that old movie where people shrink down, and they say like, oh ya got 10 grand saved as a big guy, that’s like 10 million as a small guy! And they get mansions and shit, hahah!~” She grinned wide, remembering the plot of that just from the trailers. She’d never actually seen the movie, especially after people ended up telling her it was nothing like it was advertised to be.

With her drinking buddy confirming it had been a pleasure, she shared a bright grin and knocked her glass against his bottle, definitely glad to have been drinking with someone interesting no matter how brief. “Eh I still got a fair few drinks left in me so I’m gonna power through here, but don’t you worry lil’ guy, just make sure you get yerself home safe ya hear?~” She gave him a little ruffle on the head still being quite playful and waving him off before returing to her drink, taking another hefty swig of his home brew beer. Lifting it away from her lips, it still wasn’t a drink she’d get all the time, she more fancied the slight sting of hard liquor, but damn did it still taste good she had to admit, tipping her head back and downing the rest before ordering up a few more bottles.