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Post by Tyler on Jan 1, 2021 18:33:15 GMT -5
The noise complaints had become infamous, and along with their infamy came the fame of the bar from which the noise was born. The White Rabbit stood out on a block that also held several upscale shopping spots, cute bistros and brass and glass skyscrapers. Tucked in-between two such grand examples of modern architecture was a duplex apartment building, a bygone bit of time, refusing to conform to the social niceties of the buildings surrounding it, or the rich mother fuckers who owned them. "Fuck that," said a beauty with red hair, currently fixing drinks behind the establishment's main bar. The building was in perpetual rebellions', and that was as it should be according to it's owner. She'd arrived in the city about a year ago, and opened the bar about three months after that. The center of the city had never been the same. "Good," the redhead had told a reporter who accused her of undermining the peaceful energy of the community around it. "Most people who live in this city can't afford this block, so fuck their peace and quiet. They're paying for it, and my patrons are paying for the opposite."
The White Rabbit was a den of violence, hard music, hard drinks, and an unforgettable time. The same rich assholes who filed the noise complaints also came in for happy hour, or to see the beautiful redhead who ran the joint, or to try the drink special. This week it was called, The Bleeding Bloody Mary, and it was so spicy that two patrons had coughed up so much sputum it actually contained blood. "Sounds like we have our name boys," the redhead had told her crew of ex-cons, bikers, and otherwise less than reputable individuals. On this particular night, an all girl metal-punk band played loudly from the small stage.
I am the Lecher Bitch, and I ware the x of castigation.
I am the whore of the extreme.
I am the heretic, and I crave your excommunication.
Look in my eyes... Get a little starstuck and a little insane.
As the women covered the bop by Genitorturers, the woman who'd hired them looked on, pleased. "Yo LJ," came a cute, but overly eager boy in a black mesh top, dangly dice earing, and far too much eyeliner. "Don't call me that," the woman answered, her eyes narrowing at the youth. "It's Lisa-Joe," she corrected, her tone sounding both musical and serious as she wiped down the wooden bar, eyes never leaving the boy. "And before you tell me hyphenated names aren't in right now, remember I pay you Sugah." She had a southern drawl that was thick, and contrasted with the scratchy tone of the singer. Still, despite the sweet up and down melodies with which Lisa-Joe said anything, there was something unmistakably authoritative in her eyes. "Got it L-. I mean Lisa-Joe," the bar back answered, laughing nervously. "The thing is, ugh..." The boy seemed to have lost his footing now, nervous around the boss. "Good god, spit it out," Lisa-Joe replied, losing her patience for the nervousness with which this one spoke. "There's a guy doing coke in the bathroom," he said finally, shrinking before her.
Lisa-Joe sighed and pulled the boy to her by his chin. She was so close now that if she'd been breathing out, he would've felt it. "You did good Riley," she told the youth. "Just keep the LJ's out of your mouth and I think you'll do well here." She smiled, more kindness in her tone than the moment before. "You got it Lisa-Joe, ugh... Ms. Hampton." The bar back went off to clear a pile of used glasses and empty beer bottles, as the owner headed to the men's bathroom. Despite being a rough place, Lisa-Joe knew drugs could get her shut down, and she'd been clear to any patron who dared to ask her that other then booze and weed, no other drugs were to ever be used on site. She came out from behind the bar, tossing a rag to a six foot six giant of a man, with huge bulging arms and extremally long black hair. "Watch the front Manuel," she told her number two, and moved to the bathrooms.
Lisa-Joe just let herself right on in. It was her bar after all, and giving the user a few minutes to clean up wasn't in her best interest. The bathroom was a shitty as one would expect. One overhead light flickered, and the floor reeked of urine and body fluids. Well now I know what Riley can do to make up for LJ," she thought. The guy in question was in a stall, and while she'd been hoping for a suit in a suit, she instead found one of the bikers who recently started drinking there. He'd been less open to her than others, and she wondered how long it was before he'd become a problem. "What the fuck bitch," the large belied man with a long beard said to the bar owner. She looked at him with her wide, light blue eyes. She double blinked, and said nothing at first, but after the biker didn't apologize or try to explain, she sighed again. "Out," she told him, pointing to the exit of the bathroom. "Oh come on sweetheart," the biker said to her. "It's just a bump," he lied. She could smell how much he'd done, and it was far from a bump.
"Out," she repeated, less patient this time. There was a standoff between them, Lisa-Joe standing solid and tall - despite being over a foot shorter - and the biker looking down at her. He laughed. "Go get the man who owns this place," he demanded of her. "There is no man who owns this place. I own it, and I'm kicking you out." She was deliberate, but still civil, despite all the sweethearts and other microaggressions. He looked surprised to see she was the owner. "Man, bars like this have really gone down hill when we started letting uptight chicks run them. What if I don't leave? It's not like you'd risk calling the cops." He got close now, too close to be anything polite. Still, the tiny redhead stared back as if she was the one in control. "Last warning big boy," she said, sounding just a tad hopeful he wouldn't take the exit given. Instead, he hocked a huge spit wad, hitting her in the face. "Take that," he said, and then pushed her out of the way. She smashed into the sink, and landed on the floor. The biker just left her there, laughing as he returned to his friends' table.
She stood up, looked in the mirror at her face, and the revolting spit that ruined her image for the evening. Her long red hair had been made into braids. her makeup was dark and heavy. Still, there was something unmistakably stylish about her coreset, black fishnets and go-go boots. "Gross," she cursed, wiping off the spit. A person her size should've been still on the floor, and yet she bore no injury other than her pride, and that could be easily mended. She took out a tube of lipstick, touching up her face and fixing her hair a bit. Once she was satisfied, she went back out into the loud bar. The metal girl band played on. Manuel and Riley looked from their boss to the still alive biker and back to their boss. The two men exchanged a quick conversation, and both men put twenty dollar bills on the bar. Lisa-Joe walked over to the man's table and tapped him on the shoulder. "Out," she repeated, this time in front of the guy's whole crew. "Get a load of her," the rude man said, pointing to Lisa-Joe as if she wasn't there. "She threw herself at me in the bathroom. I had to let her down. I don't fuck crazy bitches."
Lisa-Joe's eyes narrowed cruelly. "If you don't leave now, I'm throwing you out," she threatened. Those who'd seen this show before moved clearly away from the pair, including the biker's friends. He turned, seeming to notice that he now stood alone. "I'd like to see you make me," he challenged, and turned back to his table. "I thought you'd never ask," Lisa-Joe said, placing her hand on the man's shoulder. It looked almost affectionate for a moment, but soon after she tipped him back and he landed on his back, legs sky high and kicking. "Wha-," the man started to say as he came crashing down. He didn't get to do much else, as somehow the tiny five foot two redhead wearing mostly leather, pleather and fishnets was able to drag him across the floor. The biker managed to stand near the exit, and swung at Lisa-Joe. She caught his fist, her reflexes clearly honed and trained. Now, with fist trapped in fist, Lisa-Joe tossed the man out the door and into the street, with one arm. A crunch could be heard as bones were broken on the asphalt. The biker cried out in pain. "Come back if you want me to break something else," she yelled out, adding, "dumbass." She turned to his group of friends. "Anyone else," she asked, and the group of hard ex-cons shook their heads no, and went back to their drinks and cards. The whole bar looked on, even Riley and Manuel. She looked to the crowd, and felt the need to explain the physics of what just happened. "I used his body weight against him. He did all the work. Go back to drinking ,or you're next darlings."
As if needing no other information, the bar returned to it's natural homeostasis. Riley took Manuel's twenty, and his own, adding, "told ya. The bar mistress ended up back at her post, and went back to making drinks, a coy smile forming as she heard her foes screams of pain outside. She turned to her two employees. "It's going to be a good night," she said, and her smile showed the pair she believed it was true.
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Post by stolenthoughts on Jan 8, 2021 20:19:48 GMT -5
The door didn't even have a moment to swing shut, as a bookish gentleman in glasses and a tweed blazer slipped in the door, groaning with displeasure as he did so.
"Really, Lisa-Joe, why is it that the White Rabbit is the bar I'm most likely to have to have to dodge trash when I'm walking in?" Aleks whined as he brushed off his jacket. He made for his favorite seat at the bar, continuing to nag. "And the smell? God, I could practically taste his bloo--" He looked up to see the human patrons sitting uncomfortably close, amending his statement, "... his blood. Yes. From the cement. Red and sticky stuff."
He shuddered. Lowering his voice to where she would be among the only ones who could hear, he asked, "Anywho, I have payment, think it'll be worth a few drinks?" He slid an envelope with a wax seal over the surface, carefully looking to avoid any spots of moisture. The paper of the letter was antiquated and seemed ceremonial, but the smell of it was unmistakable to anyone with her senses: it was magic.
The documents were on a business rival, Fat Tony. It was nothing revolutionary but embarrassing secrets that he very much wanted to keep under wraps, for Lisa-Joe to weaponize as she sees fit. Alekos found this much more interesting to use for payment instead of clearing his tab by rummaging around for money that he would otherwise never carry.
He batted his eyelashes, able to taste just a hint of her curiosity in the air. He closed his eyes for a moment and took in the delicate scent -- the more powerful the being, the more tantalizing the Glamour.
And Lisa-Joe had power in spades.
He opened his eyes the next instant, not allowing the hunger to linger any longer than necessary. The amount of effort it would take to draw more glamour out of her (all-the-while risking sending her into one frenzy or another) was just entirely too much work. Maybe he'll give her something real juicy one day, just to see what it's like.
For now, he hoped his humble offering was enough to earn him some solid drinks and a seat at her bar.
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Post by Tyler on Jan 9, 2021 1:00:10 GMT -5
Lisa-Joe turned to see the entrance of her favorite book worm, and wiped down the bar in front of him and placed a clean glass. The girl group went on break, the platinum blonde Mohawk of the lead singer acting like a lighthouse in the dark lighting that was currently present. She could still hear the mewling cries of the thug who'd overstayed his welcome, and went "tisk, tisk, tisk," as Alex mentioned the garbage. "Come now Sugah," she cooed, the musicality increasing do to her satisfaction. "The trash is exactly the reason you come here, or..." She placed one hand upon her breast, and the other on her forehead. "Is it just to see little old me?" Manuel and Riley snickered, but a withering eye sent the pair from behind the bar to collect glasses and otherwise stay out of this conversation. Manuel in particular gave Alex a scowl, his mistrust of the other unhidden.
The moment regarding Alex's mention of blood was met with a single raised brow, but otherwise she made no attempt to shush him. The envelope did intrigue her, and she said softly, "well now, don't you always bring me the best gifts." The Harpy unfolded the paper, eyes scanning quickly over it's contents. "Hmmmm," she said, looking a combination of intrigued and revolted. "So that's his kink." The paper was discretely placed between the ladies. "I'd say that clears your tab and is worth a few rounds. No platinum bottles. Gold and below."
She tossed the rag into the sink like it was a basketball hoop before returning with one hand on her hip and other preparing to grab whatever cocktail Alexos requested. The rest of the bar had chilled a bit since Superwoman tossed out the trash, but cards were still being played. The pool table still had quarters calling next game, and the girl group would be back on soon, driving up the angst and adding to the bar's ambiance.
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Post by Maxpphire on Jan 9, 2021 4:14:52 GMT -5
He felt cooped up, annoyed, bored, decided to leave the house to get away from this mental suffocation he felt. Just knowing that Sydney was around at home made Ian's skin crawl. The only thing that prevented him from actually moving out was the free rent, so instead, he settled with just going out every night, coming back in the morning around the time Syd leaves for work. Where he would go on these adventures in youth always changed, depending on just how much of the law he felt like breaking that night. Tonight, he felt like doing so only mildly, but his annoyance with Syd tonight did push him to pick this particular place. His brother came home earlier than expected, prodded him about his life, if he thought about college or even a career path to pursue. He didn't want to think about that shit at the moment. His dad just recently died, and he's young. He wanted to seize life, have fun, and worry about being an adult later despite already being 19.
He had heard about this place in passing through Syd. Grabbing a bagel to go while Syd having sat down for dinner, talking to the chef about how he tried to drive through 'safe' and 'quiet' neighborhoods on the way to doing anything that he does, he didn't hear where Syd had gone to and needing to change his route back home because of this place he drove by on the way to said place. What better way to blow off some steam about his brother, than going to a place his brother hates and already feels inconvenienced by. He was let in without issue, after all, this wasn't his first time even dealing with Vampires, he wasn't a werewolf like his siblings so he didn't poison them. He almost preferred their company over werewolves given his personal interaction with his own family. He had noticed someone in pain outside of the bar, but the person was far enough away from the entrance that Ian paid no mind to the man, and didn't even think that the man came from the bar he was about to go into.
He was used to the rougher environments found throughout the city. He wasn't really a fighter himself, but he was charming, and could make friends fairly easily, the environment of the bar felt more at home to him than home did. He made his way to the second floor as that was the more enjoyable atmosphere to him. After a while of dancing and just enjoying himself, he decided he wanted a drink. This wasn't anywhere near the first time he has done this with a bar. The confidence he had when walking over to the bar area matched that of anyone who was 21+, and his confidence when ordering matched that energy as well. He hadn't paid attention to anyone else in the bar really, at least not yet. It would depend on how ordering a drink on his own went first. He had a backup plan if he was told no to getting his own drinks, the only issue was finding who would be willing. He stood by the counter waiting to get the attention of any of the bartenders working that night, ready to order, and ready to tip well if he was able to obtain his own drinks. His fake ID had yet to fail, and he's had it for about a year and a half now. It helped that all the information on the fake ID was correct except the year. It wasn't infallible by any means, but it fooled the majority of mortals.
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Post by stolenthoughts on Jan 12, 2021 9:51:06 GMT -5
Alekos raised his eyebrows and let his glasses fall down the bridge of his nose, looking directly at Lisa-Joe as he said, "Of course it's just to see you." His tone was matter-of-fact, and he looked at some of the other patrons with thinly-veiled judgment as his honesty earned him a laugh from Lisa-Joe. He cast an eye over the crowd, saw maybe a couple that looked attractive enough to pass muster, but shrugged before returning his gaze to the Harpy.
At her offer, he nodded, "I just go for well, anyways. Gin and tonic?"
Aleks loved the residual glamour that well drinks carried. Pricier bottle were often poured for people with more arrogance and self-importance -- flavors that he did not care for in the slightest. Well drinks, on the other hand, were the choice for those who were desperate for one reason or another to leave their sobriety behind.
A much more appealing taste.
"So, anything particularly interesting going on in the land of..." His voice trailed off and his fingers went to either side of his mouth. The unfamiliar observer would think he was mimicking a walrus, or mandibles, but it was clearly an attempt at fangs.
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Post by Tyler on Jan 13, 2021 0:07:20 GMT -5
Behind the upstairs bar was a thin, pale woman wearing an oversize beanie, halter-top, and jeans, her Vans up on the bar as she flipped through a magazine. She looked utterly disinterested with everything, and it showed up on her heavily pierced face. She was pretty in an abstract kind of way, and abstract seemed to be very much the point. At first she barley looked at the ID, but she caught Ian's face out of the corner of her eye. Sighing, she pulled out the electric machine they used to check for fakes and scanned in through. After a few seconds, the machine beeped. "Congrats, your ID scans. Nice fake," she said to Ian, making him what he wanted and handing it over. She was either a very good bartender, or seemed to know the ID wasn't real despite what the machine said.. There had been something off-putting about her gaze. It was almost intrusive. With his drink served, she returned back to her magazine, looking as if any amount of work had been too much for her. She was an artist after all!
Downstairs, Lisa-Joe gave Alex's walrus/vampire shtick a laugh, and twirled her hair girlishly as she considered his query. Having the Gin and Tonic to make helped her consider what tidbits to pass along, and she slid him the drink with an easy swipe of her arm. It landed directly in front of him, and as a personal touch, she hooked a piece of lime on the rim. It was just right. Lisa-Joe prided herself on her bartending. It was her first skill in life, and it showed in the care she took making even the simplest of drinks. Now served, she pulled up a stool of her own and leaned in like a conspirator.
"Well I assume you got Oliva's little note about King Dumbfuck's swift death. My runner said it was the subject of story time." She looked to make sure they were not overheard. "I think she's going to make a run at leading the city, or at least the heart of it. Her party invitation sounds more like her planting a flag."
Lisa-Joe's tone suggested she didn't enjoy this development, although exactly why wasn't as easy to discern. The glamour changed from curiosity to concern as she brought up the well known Toreador Kindred. Olivia Pane was one of the few figures in the city who actually talked with everyone. She was starting from a good position. Lisa-Joe pulled from a secret tap, and before long was sipping a Bloody Mary of a more potent variety. The bouquet was like sweet honey to Lisa-Joe, but would be quite coppery and otherwise metallic to Alekos' nostrils.
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Post by Maxpphire on Jan 13, 2021 1:40:05 GMT -5
He never liked to take his ID out of his wallet, usually opting to show it in his wallet, in case the bartender would just take away his ID permanently. However he did take it out, and let the bartender scan it, and when it passed and it was handed back to him, a wave of relief rushed over him. The comment did strike him as odd that she knew it was a fake, he was curious on what gave it away, but he didn't want to push that. She seemed, annoyed, when handing him his drink, which he found even more interesting. He decided he would make it worth her while for having made him a drink. He handed her cash for the drink itself, then an extra $150 for tip. He had assumed that most people don't tip that per drink, and was hoping that would entice her to keep serving him despite knowing his secret.
"That tip, is per drink, if you keep serving me," he said slightly raising his glass to her hoping to have made it worth serving him and to keep serving him and left the bar to mingle around again. Her gaze was undeniably uncomfortable, but, she didn't have to serve him and he knew that. He was more perplexed about scenario than anything, however her gaze did remind him of his's brother's gaze of disapproval, which he knew he would get right now, if Sydney had known where he was and what he was up to. He casually sipped on his Moscow Mule as he mingled back to the edges of the dance floor, handing with his drink, careful to not spill it, as he allowed himself to enjoy the music.
A while had passed, he drank, he lightly danced, he finished his drink, he made it back to the bar. "I'd like another Moscow Mule please," he said to the same bartender with a smile. He wasn't quite tipsy yet, but was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. His fingertips felt tingly, he felt a little on the warm end, and he wanted these good feelings to continue. He at the very least planned on getting drunk, and he was behaving otherwise. He hoped the tip from earlier would help her serve him yet again.
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Post by stolenthoughts on Jan 17, 2021 15:03:04 GMT -5
Alekos groaned, tilting his head to the heavens above as if they had an answer for him.
"Mortals are so dramatic," he bemoaned, the irony of the statement entirely lost on him. "If he had listened to any of the advice that people gave him, the King would still be in place -- for the next two years, at least." he said, as an aside, alluding to the other machinations in the city to take control of the the city's supernatural leadership. "And I wouldn't have to deal with newcomers," he shivered, as if the word was foul, "who are unfamiliar with our customs and laws."
"Would you believe," he leaned in, melodrama and scandal in his tone, "I had a banshee try to come for one of my beloved changelings?" He scoffed, "A banshee! Naturally, I had to put her in her place, but just the gall of these creatures just because there's a minor power vacuum."
He took the drink that slid easily into his hand and brought it to his nose. Inhaling deeply, he smiled and said, "It smells delectable, as always." As with many Fae, Alekos prized scent above the other senses. The height of the compliment was not lost on Lisa-Joe, whose familiarity with Aleks' eccentricities were as tenured as their relationship was long. He tilted the glass towards her and proceeded to sip at the drink.
He sighed and shook his head once more, looking towards her a bit more serious, "All gripes aside, just be sure to let me know if you get yourself into any trouble and need to make a deal." Aleks very rarely 'talked shop' in the White Rabbit -- or with Lisa-Joe at all, for that matter. He preferred to keep their relationship as uncomplicated as they could. So the tentative offer was a rarity which only twice before in their long history.
"Of mortals, you happen to be one of my favorites." He looks around at the bar, her pride and joy. "And I would hate to try to find a new bar."
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Post by Tyler on Jan 20, 2021 23:29:52 GMT -5
The young artistic bartender let her brow rise in a form of pleased surprise, and quickly scooped up the tip. She started on the second Moscow Mule, and gave this one a little more care then the first. Even her magazine lay closed on the bar. It was like she was actually interested in her job.
"Amy," she introduced, waiting for that second tip with a sly grin of someone who knew they were getting away with something naughty. The dance floor pulsed around them, but no matter how soft young Ian spoke, she heard every word perfectly. As if wondering what ATM he'd robbed to get the doe he was now tipping her, she came out from around the bar to face him more directly. She looked over him with curiosity and scruitny, like he was a painting in a gallery she was assessing.
"What's your story," she asked, the bartender listener shtick apparently in her skill set, despite her antisocial presentation moments before. Money talked, and now so did she.
Downstairs, Lisa-Joe raised a brow of her own at being called mortal. Of course Alex had explained many times that all non Fae were mortals to him, and simply being difficult to kill did not connote true immortality, but it was one of the rare reminders that other creatures looked at Kindred far differently than she did. What was the bullshit Cain fed his people, and what points could Alekos confirm? She nodded as he explained the king's error was rejecting good advice. Olivia had preached a similar sermon. Lisa-Joe didn't understand what was so bad about not having a king. Newcomers were frequent in Dusk, but then she thought about how she'd feel if some Ventrue prick declared himself prince of Dusk, and more importantly of her.
"Well, somebody's gonna run the shit," she said with a good natured chuckle. "If you're already a protector type of... Sugh, you know I always forget their names... Duplicates? Changelings that's it. If you're already protecting them, and can take peeks into the future, why not you as a city leader? You can defend our customs and laws, and keep idiots out my bar."
She exaggerated flattery as he complimented the smell of her drink, always curious what aspects of the cocktail people chose to appreciate. She started on another one for him. If he was going to drink, he was going to DRINK. She'd be quiet about it though. It would be fun to see how much juice she could slip him.
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Post by Maxpphire on Jan 21, 2021 0:10:44 GMT -5
"Ian," he responded handing her the cash for tip number two, the same $150 that he promised, happy that once again, his money allowed him to get away with what he wanted to. It wasn't a strategy that always worked but, it was working right now and that's what mattered to him. He took a sip as Amy looked him up and down, lightly smiled noticing it tasted a little better this time. When Amy asked him for his story, it came as a small surprise. He lightly chuckled and looked down at his drink, taking a moment to figure out how to respond to that.
"Well," he started, "my story is pretty boring." he said with a coy shrug, taking another sip. "I'm the youngest in my family, and most forgotten. Dad died and mom went crazy so, older brother was given the family business, older sister works for said business, but no one asked what I wanted to do, so now, I just do my own thing." He explained, truthfully, but also keeping it short and not giving away too much information. He didn't say that he came from money, but he figured his tips would have said that. He was debating whether or not he should have said everything on ID except for the year, was the truth, but he left it out, knowing that not everyone knew his family name. While the family name as a whole were well known in certain circles for having being very helpful economy wise to the city, Ian didn't know all who would recognize his family name, but knew that some people did sometimes pick up on the name.
"What about you?" he asked taking a sip from his drink, "what made you decide to be a bartender?" He wondered just how much she would let him know about that. It was clear she knew what she was doing with that second drink, part of him wondered if this was indeed her dream job, or just a way to pay for bills. He knew he was lucky to have the money to have the time to figure out what he wanted out of life, but if someone was going to pry into his life, he hoped that he could pry back.
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Post by Tyler on Mar 11, 2021 22:59:37 GMT -5
The bartender listened with one ear, while the other kept itself focused on the crowd. The White Rabbit was one of those places where things could melt down pretty quick, as Lisa-Joe had showcased earlier. Elbows ended up propped up on the bar's surface, while her magazine was neatly stacked and folded beside her. She nodded as he spoke, a fidget toy now moving about between her fingers. The crowd left the two to their conversation for the moment.
"So your like the third prince who's not in line to be the king or whatever," she answered in metaphor. "Like ya know, Prince Harry or whatever." She started fixing him another drink. "Tragic," she added, and while the word was judgmental, her tone was not. If anything, it sounded like a person attempting to relate. She slid him the cocktail. "On the house," she said. "Oh but like I'll still take that tip you promised per drink." A coy smile was offered as she awaited Ian's answer.
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Post by Maxpphire on Mar 22, 2021 14:12:17 GMT -5
He gave a breathy smile to her response, he knew she wasn't wrong. He could never be considered as a head to their family anyway. He wasn't a werewolf or otherwise immortal, he wasn't from the first woman his dad was with, even the extended family had shunned him. He had absolutely no chance to become head of his family or even be in control of the company unless both Sydney and Hannah had died and he willingly became a werewolf. Which seemed almost not worth the trouble, as both of his siblings were a pain to be around on the full moon, and the one he was close with, Hannah, hates being a werewolf. Not to mention their father was killed for being one. Sydney's inaction over that still pissed him off, and he was unaware that his smile turned into a mild sense of anger and disappointment on his face as these thoughts traveled across his mind, and he was brought back to where he actually was with the words, 'on the house'. A little surprised as he wasn't even finished with his current drink, he slammed it back and placed the empty cup on the table. He pulled out more money out of his wallet, and pushed the expected tip towards Amy.
"Of course, what kind of man would I be if I didn't have my word?" he said with a smile already starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Usually he paced his drinks better than this, but he also couldn't just have a backlog of not yet drunken drinks either. "Also," He started then took a sip of his 3rd drink, "you never told me about yourself, I did ask you know," he spoke in a happier tune than the look on his face a few moments ago could have ever suggested he could do at this moment. It was clear he had a lot internalized and had for a while, for long enough that it was nothing for him to snap back to a happier attitude, that he was a pro at hiding how he felt.
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Post by Tyler on Oct 15, 2021 22:24:56 GMT -5
"You mean why the bartending," she clarified, although she didn't wait for an answer. A couple approached the bar, dressed in leathers, pleathers and rubbers. Hands ran up and down each other bodies, while lips and eyes took turns connecting and breaking away. They wanted a drink it seemed, but not at the expense of their lust. Amy turned to Ian. "Because I get to see shit like this for a living," she finally replied to his question, moving back around the bar and staffing her station. She refused to greet them, letting their carnal display go on to the point where even they realized the effect of their presentation. "Ughhh," the Dom said, tugging their sub's leash. "Two Moscow Mules."
Amy turned to Ian and raised her eyebrow. "Seems to be the drink of the night, wouldn't you say Ian?"
She started making the pair's cocktails, her face bemused with amusement of their shared situation.
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Post by Snuffleupagus on Nov 2, 2021 1:28:28 GMT -5
It had been centuries since Titilayo had seen the fiesty Brujah, that firey red hair framing that beautiful face, and irises like honey which could make the most hardened Kindred shrink back in fear. She walked down numerous streets to get a better feeling of the neighborhood. It was not at all what Titilayo had expected. This area screamed rich and snooty, and it was the prefect place for Lisa-Joe to set up an Anarch bar. It was far too quiet and systematic here. The loud and harsh groans of complaints against the establishment could be heard, but their opinions did not matter. It tugged at her heart strings that Lisa-Joe hadn't changed in that retrospect, rebellious and daring as ever, delighted to see Lisa-Joe had been able to claim her own piece of the pie in this City. Titilayo sauntered up the block oozing with confidence, done with walking around to get a feel for the area, with both of her hands placed seductively on her hips. Leather pants hugged every curve, thigh high red leather boots complimented her long legs, a crop top adorned with lace left nothing to the imagination, and to finish it off, a simple black leather jacket. Titilayo's thick, beautiful dreads were draped across her left shoulder, framing her face in a sage like manner. She could hear the music, it was loud and chaotic, already falling in love with the theme of the bar. Bold, mischievous, and provocative. She didn't have to wait long to get inside, trying to keep a low profile. Difficult, but not impossible with Titilayo's skills, taking a good look at the set up on the main floor. Enamored with the chosen motif for the main floor, it screamed Lisa-Joe. She paid no mind to the handful of whispers that managed to filter through the loud music in the bar. Something more or less about the newcomer, and that was a fact Titilayo could not deny. She finally had spotted Lisa-Joe, talking to a man at the main bar. What little life was left in Titilayo's Duskborn heart skipped a beat. She did not know the nature of the conversation between the two. Respectfully keeping her distance while claiming a place at the main bar. Fishing her phone out of on her jacket pocket before hanging it on the back of the bar chair. Butterflies started to flutter within Titilayo's stomach, but not ones of fear or anxiety. It was one of happiness and joy. A variety of notifications popped up on Titilayo's phone, she checked them one by one, she was in no rush for Lisa-Joe to serve Titilayo. Anticipating how long would it take for Lisa-Joe to not just notice Titilayo as a new customer, but to recall the memories of the little Duskborn Lisa-Joe had saved from certain death centuries ago.
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Post by Tyler on Dec 19, 2021 22:52:56 GMT -5
Lisa-Joe kissed Alex on the forehead before seeing the librarian out. They'd made their deals for the night, and she was confident, as always, he'd live up to the challenge she placed before him. Still, with her gossip out of the way, she had a bar to run, and returned behind the counter and looked to see who needed something. Seeing a new face, she called over the woman with the beautiful dreads. She wiped down the bar, half paying attention, but half working.
"What can I get ya Sugah," she asked, pulling out a fresh glass and sliding it directly in front of Maria. "I can tell you the specials if you like."
For the moment at least, Lisa-Joe didn't seem to recognize the Duskborn from her past. It wasn't uncommon. Over the years she'd met many like the woman across from her. She finally looked up now and made eye contact, giving a friendly and welcoming smile.
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Post by Snuffleupagus on Dec 21, 2021 3:42:04 GMT -5
"Thank you." She said as Lisa-Joe slipped a fresh glass in front of Maria. She wanted to add the word love to that sentence, but she thought against it at the last second. It appeared Lisa-Joe for the moment did not recognize Maria. It did not surprise her nor did it hamper her mood at all.
"I would very much like to hear your specials," returning the smile. Maria leaned back in a manner that was open and friendly to Lisa-Joe, fingers laced together comfortably in her lap.
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Post by Tyler on Jan 3, 2022 8:30:20 GMT -5
Lisa-Joe looked up to see Maria, and for a moment her brow creased. She couldn't place it, but this woman looked familiar. Still, she met many people, and for the moment Maria joined the gallery of faces in Lisa-Joe's mind that she recognized, but couldn't place. She leaned across the bar, tits out and eyes glowing with the kindness of a practiced bartender.
"Well now. We got ourselves a Mint Julep I make personally. Manuel has been perfecting his White Russian, and if you go upstairs, our youngest bartender Amy makes a mean margarita. Of course, if you're looking for something extra special, all you need to do is ask nicely Sugah."
She gave the other woman a wink. The blood was not something she simply offered, and while her bouncers were good at telling who was who, the harpy decided it was always best to start out cautious with newcomers.
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Post by Snuffleupagus on Jan 4, 2022 2:14:04 GMT -5
"I'll start with the Mint Julep for now. I might need something special later on." Giving Lisa-Joe a wink back to signal Maria understood exactly what Lisa-Joe was saying.
"I'm actually hoping to visit with an old friend tonight." That little crease in Lisa-Joe's brow was awfully cute and Maria couldn't let the cat out of the bag yet. At some point Lisa-Joe was going to figure it out one way or another. It was just a matter of when.
Maria could see the wheels turning in Lisa-Joes head as she tried to place her face, quite intrigued with Lisa-Joes bartending skills. It was something Maria did not get to see back then. It was dangerous for Maria to remain with Lisa-Joe afterwards for a numerous reasons, that's just how it was back then for Duskborns. It was definitely better now in some places, and others it unfortunately remained the same.
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Post by Tyler on Jan 8, 2022 12:49:49 GMT -5
"Coming right up, Sugah," Lisa-Joe replied, her voice as sweet as her catchphrase. She pulled out a proper rocks glass, replacing the tumbler she'd slid to Maria, and gathered the other needed ingredients. Lisa-Joe began to take mint leaves, arranging them neatly on the bottom of the glass.
"We're all friends in here," she said, a mix of invitation and warning in between her words. "You hoping to find this friend in my bar," she asked for clarification. As she spoke she pulled out a bottle of upper shelf Bourbon and some sugar cubes.
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Post by Snuffleupagus on Jan 14, 2022 1:41:19 GMT -5
"I believe I already have." Once Lisa-Joe asked for clarification Maria let the cat out of the bag. She would rather play this little game of cat and mouse, but it just didn't seem appropriate for this kind of moment anymore.
"I do not expect you to remember me completely, or at all, it's been quite sometime since we met." There was no sadness in Maria's voice, just happiness. Careful in choosing her words, yet direct enough for Lisa-Joe to interpret what Maria was saying.
"I've come home." A look of endearment flashed across Maria's face as she said it. Yes. Home. It warmed the cockles of Maria's semi-dead heart.
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