The large Mexican known as Ramiro Garcia walks into the bar and walks to his normal place among the front and center bar stools. Instead of partaking in his normal morning bottle of fine tequila, he orders a simple "One negro café porfavor". He then lumbers his way to a booth that seems much smaller than it should given his stature, and proceeds to make several awkward and short plans to meet with a variety of folk as the day progresses.
After finishing his morning brew and a few calls, Ramiro walks back up to the bar and places a small cocktail sword upon the counter next to his empty mug.
A slender woman walks in to the bar and immediately notices the large man. She lets out an involuntary giggle before approaching, her shadow on the other hand appears to be rolling on the floor clutching its sides and pointing at the man as she walks forward.
"Hello, Ramiro, correct?" She says hesitantly while presenting her hand to the man.
The bartender gives Ramiro a look, picks up the sword, and withdraws to a back room.
After a moment, he returns with a briefcase that he sets on the bar.
"Thank you sir." he says, replacing the toothpick on the bar.
"I have verified the legitimacy of your pick, and as such, the proprieter is prepared to offer 1 million dollars for it."
He lays his hand on the briefcase.
"That is, of course, unless you have something specific in mind."
Ramiro nods to the woman.
"Hello Señorita Evelyn. I was just checking for a proper ubicación for la casa."
He returns his attention back to the bar and shakes his head.
"Indeed Señor, I do have something específica in mind. You may have visto this papel."
He produces the flier that was previously hanging on the bulletin board regarding the league.
"Es un flyer por a group. There is but one problemo…"
Ramiro looks over his shoulders and lowers his already deep tequila beaten voice.
"We need a space for una sede… A headquarters amigo."
He straightens up his posture and he seems to regain an almost business like stance.
He looks back to Evelyn, nods, and then again to the bartender.
"So, if you could help find an ubicación adecuada, I feel our negocio would be complete."
"Indeed, your little band is getting off the ground then, is it? That is very good to hear. We need more people who think along those lines. I certainly can provide an adequate location… Was there any particular trait you would like the location to possess, or shall I just use my imagination?"
Ramiro shifts his eyes to the slender woman next to him, and then back towards the bar.
"Well, if you don't mind, your idea es probablemente best.
Unless the pequeña dama had any ideas."
A beautiful Russian women walks up to the bar. "Senor Ramiro. It is good to see you again. What have you been up to?" She places a hand lightly on his shoulder. "And who is your lovely friend?"
"My name is Evalin, pleased to meet you."
"As for the headquarters, I don't have any interesting ideas in particular… I just want it to be underground, and out of the way. Somewhere remote. OOoo! Behind a waterfall perhaps."
Ramiro shifts uneasily from one foot to the other for a brief moment.
"Uh, sí. This is La señora Evalin. Señora Evalin, this is La señora Irina Jones."
He looks back to the person behind the bar after a short nod, realizing he has no idea who exactly he is talking to, but oddly okay, as it isn't necessary or expected to know the name of the server.
"Señor, if you do have any thoughts, se sienten libres para hablar."
Ramiro gets lost for a moment in the mirror behind the bar, and then shakes the uneasy look of space from his demeanor.
"A waterfall is an excellent idea, miss Evalin, very tasteful. Underground, I agree, would probably be best."
He taps the bar for a moment…
"Is there any particular crossroads you would like the location to be near? Here in the states, Europe, Russia, Africa, the Middle-East, the Far-East, etcetera, etcetera?"
"Hello Evalin. I am pleased to meet you too. Now what is this about a headquarters? Romiro is this about the League?" she purrs. "Oh and may I buy you two a drink?" Irina slides into the seat next to Evalin.
Evalin glances at Ramiro and then back to Irina with a blank look on her face and one eyebrow raised.
After a moment of silence she turns her attention back to the bartender.
"I don't really mind as far as location goes. The states, Europe, South America, it's all the same really. Though…" A smile cracks on Evalin's face "What do you think the chances of landing us right on a ley line are?"
Irina leans in towards Evalin. "Oh it's all right darling, I know about it. I was asked to join but I'm not sure. It's not that doing more good in the world is a bad thing or anything, I'm not sure it would be safe for others to have me around all the time. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to keep myself safe. I need someone to protect me."
The hatchling lifts an eyebrow and cocks her head slightly as she looks the Russian up and down.
She pauses for a moment before she snorts and says: "Really? And what is it you do?
Irena gives her a long look. "Well that is a little rude. One could ask what you do or are good for. But if your a friend of Ramiro, I shall tell you some of my secrets." She leans in towards Evalin's ear, her breath is hot and sweet smelling, Her lips soft and moist. "I know the ways of the street and can procure varies things." She whispers.