[sup][h1][center][img]Banner[/img][/center][b][center][color=black] M A R T I A N  M A N H U N T E R[/color]
[color=green]M A R T I A N  M A N H U N T E R[/color][/center]
[/b][/h1][/sup]
[color=gold]The Therapeutix Gala[/color]
[color=green]New York City, USA[/color]
[@King Kindred][@ThatDeercat][@Half Pint][@mattmanganon]
J'onn couldn't help the small sigh of relief he let out once he saw Thor and Kori arrive. While casually mingling with people and just watching them talk was pleasant, not having many topics of his own to talk about quickly made most of the conversations tedious. Questions about favorite supers only went so far and most of the supers around were unknown to him and swarmed by others wanting to talk with them. He started stepping forward to meet them, but then stopped. Thor wouldn't know him in this guise, it was meaningless then to seek to talk unless he wanted to reveal himself. And if he revealed himself...He swirled the un-drunken glass as he glanced around the room. There was still the potential danger of Therapeutix being after them for genetic research. But there was also...

It wasn't hard to picture the crowd as green-skinned Martians, though these were rather better behaved than the Martian Elites would allow themselves within their own, celebrations. Especially around the heroic guests they surrounded. Still, that keen interest was still, intense. Though with several heroes, it was at least more, dispersed than it had been with one solitary...

[i]"Quite the specimen of manhood, isn't he."[/i]

[i]"He's a feast for the eyes and keeps the peace. What more can he do, doctor?"[/i]

[i]Green hands pawed wherever wasn't covered by fabric in that 'uniform' J'onn knew Cay'an designed intentionally to be as it was! The hands grew bolder as more moon-water was drunk. His orders were to not move, but surely, surely the doctor wouldn't let them-[/i]

The champagne stem cracked in his hand, bringing J'onn back to the present with a wince. This was going to be hard to explain. Not to mention the fact that he also needed to stem the bleeding somehow. For now, he held the glass carefully so that everything seemed to still be together then turned away from Thor towards the bar. He just needed a napkin he could surreptitiously take home and some way to dispose of the glass discretely. Then, he could go back out there, enjoy tonight, and at least take comfort in knowing there were familiar, friendly faces around. 

Fortunately, it was quite easy to locate where the bar usually threw away broken glass and to grab a leftover napkin. He just had to wait for the bartender to be focused with a customer before he took the risk of lowering the glass into the trash, using his telekinesis to make sure it made no loud crash. It was then he really noticed the man. At first glanced, he seemed quite ordinary, just at the bar for a drink. But there was a, watchfulness to him that exuded all the way to J'onn. A hunter's watchfulness. And if he was a hunter, what was his prey?

For a moment, he froze. Perhaps the hunter hadn't noticed him and he could leave. He did seem preoccupied with other things. However, if he had noticed him and he suddenly left, then J'onn would be suspicious for coming to a bar and not getting anything to drink, especially given that J'onn now had a napkin in his right hand. What should he-?

"Hey, you here to order anything?"

He blinked, then put on a slight smile. Caught by the bartender. Now he was on the hook. "A, club soda please."

He eyed him funny, but shrugged his shoulders. "Alright." Then went to prepare it.

J'onn just let himself sit on the bar stool, seeking hard to act relaxed given the circumstances.

[hr]

Cay'an couldn't have been more thrilled when Thor arrived. If he hadn't come, then the whole night would have been a bust! And ooo, what pretty wrapping he'd come in tonight. Her mouth watered at the thought of unwrapping him and seeing the full package in it's glory. But patience was a virtue, and she couldn't have fun if she didn't get him first. The two members of his haram he had on his arms certainly were competition, but she was certain she could blow them out of the sand.

With that, she started forward, grabbing a grape from one of the offerings then walking in front of him, casually throwing it into her mouth once she was sure she had his eye contact. Then she walked on, giving him a slight beckoning call to come after her.

Unbeknownst to her though, there were some slight mental differences between an Asgardian and an ordinary human. Thor felt something like small ants within his mind as a war seemed to break out over whether the blonde woman with green eyes was simply beautiful or someone he wanted to follow on his own right this instance.