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Nope! Just a delayed reaction, she hasn't been called a kid in a few years. :p. So, it naturally took her a moment to realize she was the kid in the statement. :)

Seeing something a bit more genuine in her friends needing help, Phoebe cools a bit to the woman's demeanor. She just ran in from the storm-from-hell, having lost track of her friends. Phoebe would be acting similarly. "If you need help, and they're willing, I'll come with. It sounds urgent, yeah? I'll just need my coat." She nods at the coat behind the woman, then takes a drink of her soda. "Either way, keep the change." she said to the tender, in response to the 'no more drinks' policy.

After a moment of better gauging things she understands a bit better. "Right. Forgot. Still look like a kid." She shrugs and lets it drop.

Phoebe actually put a bit of distance between herself and the girl. Combining being in a less-friendly part of town than where she lived (not that that was hard), with the way she acted... and she was fairly certain she didn't want to have too much to do with her. "I... don't think it'd be a good idea for me to leave right now. I think I'll finish my drink, and wait for my ride..." she trailed off.

Feebs and I both approve! I love the big band feel.

It was there! I pulled it out like 2 minutes after posting and stored it, so I could give OTHER people a chance to reply. :P I don't want to steal all the interactions! I'll go ahead and post it now, though, since all of you already got it :P I'm really self-concious about how much I post, especially since I did an intro without allowing Mouse to respond! Just to fix it, since I'm a bad: Mouse->This->Lessah

"Sweet!" Came the reply from the maybe-twenty-something teenager as she took the phone, beaming. "It's a lot better than looking for a payphone, and the taxi driver was going full-on-extortion. Wanted to get home, so either wanted me to pay double the fair, or get out. Out seemed better... I have no idea what any of this does. I'm gonna assume the phone one will do the phone numbers thing." she nodded as it did in fact bring up a touch-tone interface. "Just call and get them to send something out." she said as she's punching in the numbers. "Don't you just love how smart phones still use those old-timey ear-and-mouth-piece phones for symbols? It's like how they use floppy disk icons for saving." she grins as she continues to share her lack of brain-to-mouth filter, and her apparently-sunny disposition. She puts the phone to her ear. "And how our phones memorize all of our numbers for us, so we don't have to worry about actually being sure we have the right number until an emergency? Ugggh." she said as she handed the phone back, with the three-tone 'not a real phone number' response still coming out of it. "Maybe I'll get it later."

She slid in beside Liisa, given that she seemed friendly, "I honestly don't know. Momzilla thinks I could use some culture. So it could have been anything from Classical, to a blue-grass thing, to even more folky... all the way up to 'classic' rock. She's not really a fan of my tastes." she shrugs, "And dad obliges her, because dad does the working thing, not the kid thing." She holds out her hand, "Phoebe, though my friends call me Feebers, and yes, I know that is not at all an abbreviation."

I figure one way for her to get out is for her to actually remember the number and get a ride, but that may mess with things involving Liisa piggy-backing. :P And now for the reply!

"Scene? Iunno. I'm more into alternative stuff and stuff from dad's country. Techno's cool, too. I think I'd die without Dub." She instinctively reaches to pull out her phone, and has already swiped before remembering it's dead. She frowns for a moment, then shrugs.

"What about you guys, what kind of music do you listen to?"

"Ugh, don't even mention raining." Came a voice from the door as a girl walked into the bar, shaking off some rain from an actual rain coat, before leaving it at a table near the the entrance, dangling over a chair. She then proceeded to stand by said chair as she flicked her hands back and forth over her shock of pick hair, causing what little wetness was actually afflicting her, after the coat had been removed, to distribute more evenly. She seemed not to even really notice the brunette, currently caught up in her own first-world problems.

With the raincoat off, everyone could make out a girl of probably half-asian and half caucasian descent, though obviously American, given the young-adult accent. She was wearing a black baby-doll tee with something japanese written along the rib cage in pink. On her left wrist was a spiked bracelet, while her right arm was covered in a multi-colored flower tattoo. Tight jeans, a good belt, and combat boots, a silver chain, and a pair of piercings - also silver - one in her ear, and one in her nose completed the ensemble.

"Concert's canceled, and a bus flipped over, so I can't even get back home." she said as she sighed heavily. "Even better, I forgot to charge my phone! I didn't expect them to cancel the concert for -this-." she motioned back outside, as she made her way towards the bar, pulling a handful of cash out of her pocket.

She pulls a pair of twenties out of the handful, and places them on the bar. She looks at the bartender for a moment, then seems to decide it's probably best to not push her already-stretched-thin luck, looking a slightly disappointed. She very much didn't look twenty-one, after all. "What do you have that's non-alcoholic?"

Then she looked to the other patrons. She grins at Johnny. "Nice kit. Very classy! I'm digging it! Noir party get canceled?" then looks to Liisa who looked to be having a rough night. "And... go ahead and get her another of whatever she wanted. Allowance isn't gonna spend itself."