Evelyn had not moved much from the spot where she had observed the rogue conduit getting a death sentence from The Syndicate, instead she had stayed put, observing the rest of the group of conduits that had saved the day disband - two of them even helped the rogue to the hospital, something that Eve found to be rather hysterically funny to such an extent where she nearly choked on her cold drink.
“Mmm… but at least I have seen some interesting individuals” she commented only for herself, “and interesting powers - what an interesting group” she grinned as he added the last comment onto her sentence. An interesting group, with interesting people. Sounded like the perfect session of fun and troubles all combined into a perfect little dice - and it all started at the place known as ‘The Cinder’.

Biting her lower left lip Eve lifted her left leg over the edge of the roof in order to wrap her hands around it and finally allow her head to rest on her knee. Should she go? She couldn’t hide it for herself: she wanted to go, it would be just what she liked: fun and adventures - she would even have a new set of people to annoy! 
[i]Well mostly new[/i] she added in her mind, she thought she had seen some familiar faces down below in the crowd of conduits, although she couldn’t be sure: memories were such frail and inaccurate things. But on the other hand; it would be a lot of trouble to go through, and she would have to find herself among mostly pro-norms conduits… But it would be fun.

With a groan Eve took the last sip of her Frappuccino, tossing aside the now used cup and got on to her feet. Of course she had to go, she just couldn’t say ‘no’ to such things. She tossed her grey hoodie over her head, hiding her flashy hair from clear view, and started to run towards the other end of the roof: the direction of the place known as ‘Cinder’. She jumped high into the sky as she reached the edge of the roof, but like earlier she never hit the street below her, instead she disappeared without a trace, like the air had swallowed her whole.

Her feet landed on the street outside The Cinder; she was well aware of these streets for the obvious reason that they were in the conduit-part of NYC, but also because she could quite easily point out places where she had either gotten herself into trouble or where she had spewed the contents of her stomach out after having one (or more) too many drinks at The Cinder. Standing in front of the double-doors leading into the bar Eve was rubbing her left arm just above her elbow with her right hand, for some reason she felt nervous: the last time she had been here was a few weeks ago, and it hadn’t really ended all too well, Zeke had had to throw her out, which in hindsight was quite ironic; a ‘norm’ tossing out a conduit - especially one that was so against ‘norms’. However both Eve and Zeke knew that she would never hurt him; she owed him too much for that, a debt that had only grown bigger over the years. 
Clearing her throat and mentally forcing herself to open the doors Eve entered the thick air of the bar: she knew it all too well, the lighting, the smell and the people - oh yes, she knew quite a few here, however for most parts it was strangers today, or perhaps Eve just didn’t focus on the people around her because her focus was on the man behind the bar-counter.

“Hey Zeke” She said with a weak smile, wondering how he would react, would he be angry? Annoyed? Indifferent? However before she could ponder anymore about that Zeke’s laughter brought with it his first words she had heard in weeks.
“Hey kiddo!” he grinned, “sure took you some time to get back to me after our last encounter, huh?” 
It took Eve a second in order to comprehend what had just happened; he acted just the same as he always had. Just the same… Just. The. Same…
“Hey!” she yelled back at him, “haven’t I told you [i] not [/i] to call me ‘kiddo’!?” 
His laughter only made her blush that much more, she really hated being called ‘kiddo’, afterall she was twenty-one years old! That’s a whole year more than being just twenty! Waving her hand through the air in between them before she groaned.
“Just give me a beer, will ya’?” she mumbled loudly, clearly annoyed, but before he had taken one step towards the cooler a few feet to the right of him she added with a grin; “oldie” 
Zeke’s laughter was still in the air when he returned with an ice cold beer, “here you go” he said, placing the beer in front of her, “an ice cold beer as usual”.