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When the man suggested that Joan d'Arc was a mary-sue and was portrayed incorrectly as a hero, Vanessa nearly stabbed him with the fork resting next to her hand. The thought of violence quickly disappeared and she gave him her best smile, masking any irritation she might have with him. She had nearly forgotten the hundred dollar bill he placed on the table until after he left. Turning her attention to it she looked at it confusingly for a moment. Why would he pay her bill after talking to her for just a moment and why would he pay with a hundred dollar bill? She shook her head and uncrossed her legs from the chair and slipped her feet into her heels before standing to head over to the bar with the bill.

"Here's to paying the bill, his drink and mine. I'd like a shot of whiskey as well if you wouldn't mind. Keep the change." As she waited she was reminded of his words against Joan d'Arc and for a moment forgot those that were around her. "Calling me a mary-sue and not a hero. Yes, because being burned at the stake was something I did for fun."

Her words came out as an angry mutter, silencing only when the shot of whiskey was placed beside her. Without hesitating, Vanessa took the glass and threw its contents down her throat without even a hint of disliking the taste. The bartender stared at her for a moment and offered her another one, yet she declined. It was then that she realized a new man had entered the room dressed in a rather unusual garb and had asked for Sake. She glanced towards the woman who had ordered an interesting Irish drink and then to the man who was seeking a Japanese drink. She stood in between them, puzzled for a moment before deciding that it wasn't unusual for DC to attract different people from different nationalities.

"John," she said to the bartender who was searching around for a light beer for the gentleman, "Don't you have Sapporo or Asahi beer?"

The two beer names she mentioned were Japanese and rather common in the states. It wasn't sake, but it was Japanese and she had a feeling the man wanted something Japanese. When the bartender, John, nodded and held up a Sapporo bottle of beer Vanessa turned towards the Japanese man and smiled.

"If you haven't had Sapporo you should definitely try it, it's much better than any American beer."

She turned her attention to the woman beside her and was about to ask her where she got her taste for mead when a news reporter appeared on the television screen hanging above the bar. Different pictures of the man considered the Immortal fluttered across the screen, instantly grabbing her attention. There was a picture of him outside the Red Huntsman and she quickly glanced outside, but he wasn't there and she realized that the pictures had been taken a while ago. The reporter continued talking about the man and gave a hot line to call in case anyone could see him.

"Poor man, everyone hunting him down just because he might not be able to die," she muttered.