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[superbooze is kept carefully locked up so that it doesn't accidentally get given to non-superpowered people, but come on down, malia. grumpy uncle mick would be happy to serve her even if she looks like a baby from where he's standing.]

[That's a smart plan. She'll just come and pop onto a stool, placing the IOU down in front of her where he can see it.]

Hi.

[mick's not actually a fan of being behind the bar, but what's a business owner to do when his entire team is battling the cold or has called out for some reason or other. when malia drops it's still quiet in criminales, aside from this new person, there's just a few of the regulars keeping the booths warm. he raises an eyebrow as this young woman comes in and makes herself home right there at the bar. he spots the piece of paper out of the corner of his eye, but doesn't do anything to acknowledge it at first.]

Hey. You're not lost are you, kid?

[She shakes her head, before holding up the IOU.]

I'm here for my free beer.

[A beat.]

Does it have to be a beer?

[okay. fine, little one. he'll acknowledge the slip of paper as he plucks it out of her hands and examines it as if it were a counterfeit 100 dollar bill. once a thief. always a thief. satisfied that it's the real deal he replies.]

You do know it says beer, right? Are you not a beer person?

Not really.

[It tastes kinda gross and smells weird, and she can't get drunk anyway, so what's the point.]

I'll even take a soda or something.

Who doesn't like beer? [ he grumbles under his breath as his face contorts in confusion. mick, unsurprisingly, loves beer. it gets him drunk. but he does know at least one other person who doesn't like it and if kara were here she'd probably offer up a club soda with lime or some fancy non-alcoholic cocktail, but she isn't so...]

Afraid I'm all out of soda.

[a lie. he definitely has plenty of syrup hooked up to the dispenser behind the bar. he does take a brief look into the small fridges below that store items other than the beer in the big cooler.]

Got beer, liquor, and a case of this dog beer crap. Not good, let me tell you. Not good at all. Oh. And a couple bottles of this stuff called MetaMalt

But you look a little on the small side to be drinking that...

[Her eyebrows go up at that, because that name sounds familiar. She wasn't planning on getting drunk, but ...]

I've had it before.

[She's not defensive, just stating a fact.]

[well if that's not a surprise...]

And by the sound of it, you didn't end up passed out on the floor immediately.

[his tone is a little disbelieving, but it's not the first time he's met a seemingly small lady who packs a punch. wordlessly, he fishes a bottle of MetaMalt Classic from the cooler and pops the cap off with a twist of his wrist. mick then sets a coaster down on the bar and plunks the bottle down before her.]

One time exception. Hope you weren't joking about having had it before, kid.

[Her brow furrows in confusion.]

Why would I joke about that? That sounds dumb.

[But she will pop the top and take a sip.]

[he shakes his head. guess they'll let in anyone these days, he supposes.]

You do know what one of those does to the average joe, right? It's not even one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor. It's more like one and boom.

[he'd know. one of the tables at metamalt had ended up being a makeshift pillow for a very passed out mick rory a couple months back.]

So... [and he pauses for a moment because there's really no polite way to ask 'what's your superpower' and maybe it's kara rubbing off on him but he's trying to be more thoughtful. it's not easy though. not by any stretch.] Do you fly? Superspeed? Do you have that super handy x-ray vision?

Nope.

[She pauses for a moment, debating how much to tell him and how to tell him, but it's hard enough to explain so she just lets her eyes go blue, and gives a small flash of her fangs before her face is back to normal again.]

Werecoyote.

[he grimaces for a minute while he absorbs the glowing blue eyes and the teeth. werecoyote? he's dealt with zombies and vampires and he's about two steps away from noping the fuck out of here because things that go bump in the night aren't his thing, but malia doesn't look like she's going to make him a star in his own b horror film, so he ultimately settles for a nod.]

That's not exactly what I was expecting when you strolled on in, but I guess that's the point. Aside from the sharp and pointies... you got anything fun you can do?

I can turn into a coyote.

[And she's strong and fast and has super senses, but turning into a coyote is her favorite.]

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