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Spike's Pub - Evening

Open for business, Spike leaves the pub in the hands of his employees and heads out, but not without a few final instructions.

"This isn't a bloody netcafe, where they can wander in and moon about for hours and take up space, it's a pub. Drink, have a bit of nosh... fine. Flirt, dance... it's all good. Taking up space while not payin'? Toss 'em." With a cheerful gesture, not unlike flipping the bird, he disappeared down the street.

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Deciding she wants to be social after all, Duce ducks into the gatehouse long enough to ditch her laptop and lock up.

She heads down to the pub, taking a seat in the back and ordering a rum'n'coke. She seems slightly surprised at not getting carded. Kicking back, she watches the vampire wannabes shake their groove thing to industrial music.

She smirked at them, highly amused.

Red was half way home before he thought he might take a turn through Spike's Pub for a Grenadine and Coke. More cherries, should top off his night, his belly full of cherry pie.

He pushed in the door and waited, his eyes adjusting to the low light. Spotting a familiar set of eyes watching from waivering hair, Red grinned and nodded to Duce's hair before hopping up on the stool at the bar and ordering his drink.

(OOC: MY HAIR gets love before I do??))

Duce grins and waves to Red, finishing her drink and ordering a virgin mary. The drink arrives, accompanied by a slice of red pepper and a carrot stick. She cheerfully munches away on the pepper.

"Red, we got your website up. Just need to get some photos of the inventory to finish it. We also started working on the flyers."

((OOC: [laughs] You're hair is a character all it's own. Should get it's own LJ for the game.))

"Wow. That was fast," Red had to paw at the bartender to get his attention again. "A bendy straw, too, please?"

The bartender gave Red a speculative look before he turned to get Red's straw, ploinking in his coke.

"It shouldn't be too difficult to get the images to you. I can email them first thing in the morning." Red took a sip and closed his eyes. "Do you need anything from me for the flyers?" he asked.

His attention was diverted momentarily to the detective that entered the pub, keeping his singular gaze on him for a moment before giving his attention to Duce.

((*eyes you warily* No.))

Duce shrugs, a little self conscious, "We're good with computers, and it's not as if our social life were exactly hopping."

Thinking about the flyer question, she shakes her head, "Not yet, unless you want to give us an idea what you'd like?"

Duce eyed the detective curiously before turning her gaze back to the sudden buzz of gothlings making beelines for the bathroom to flush their stash.

((...Uh...[shifty eyes]...okay...))

"Yeah. I gathered you are which I think is rather cool." Red sucked down his coke quickly and nosed the empty glass away from him, shaking his head at another. "I certainly can't do it."

((and as quickly as Red appears, he needs to disappear as the player is completely exhausted))

Duce smiles like a shark, "Oh, just wait until we set you up with voice recog software.."

((ack! *hugs* Sleep well!))

"Oh?" That had Red's attention, even though he needed to get back to the shop and check on his young ones. He grinned and put his money on the bar to pay for his coke. "You'll stop by and show it to me? It could make things a little easier for me."

He leapt down from the stool and gave her knee an affectionate headbutt. "I'll talk to you when you come in." Looking over at the detective, he blinked slowly before heading for the door. "Stay safe."

((OOC: It just crept up on me and waylaid me while I wasn't looking, sneaksy sleeps...))

Duce's smile grew. "Yup. We'll have to set it up and you'll need to train it to your speech patterns, but.. it's the best out there, and it was designed for paraplegics, so it should do you."

Her will was a wonder of the known world; she resisted scritching behind his ears and settled for tussling his mohawk. "We'll see you tomorrow then."

((g'night!))

Detective Briscoe enters the pub and scans the area for any wrong doing.

((ooc: besides the 16yr old in the bar, you mean?))

[OOC: We're here to make sure nothing bad happens, not to prevent anyone having fun.]

[ooc: waves at the nice detective from behind Duce's back]

[ooc: 'sall good :) I just figured I'd point it out if you wanted to rp it. No pressure. It doesn't say my char's age anywhere, don't think.]

((In some countries, that's an every day occurance.))

((yeah, but in those countries, you can see people having sex with donkeys in bars, too. *twitch*))

((Eh? Most normal countries have a drinking age of sixteen or eighteen. Except the US because they're boring like that.))

((It's true, they're boring.))

((Meh, meant to say us, I'm still part of 'em. *misses Europe and it's lack of underage drinking problems*))

Woody walks into the pub after having left the morgue. He didn't know what to do with Jordan at the moment, maybe she would always just be his friend, the person he was looking out for.

"Fancy meeting you here Hoyt. You get your girlfriend all taken care of?"

"Speaking of Jordan, one second, sir. If you don't mind."

Briscoe watches the couple square off against each other and can pretty much predict the outcome. He heads back to the station and some much needed rest.

He'll try and refrain from telling Hoyt the stories of his multiple wives.

Jordan, being the nosey, pushy, stubborn woman that she was followed Woody to the pub, they had a lot of unresolved issues to work through. "Woody..."

Woody turned around after a few seconds, he hadn't expected her to come chasing after him. He turned around and looked at her. "Is there something you need, Jordan?"

"We...have a lot to talk about." Jordan said. "Let me buy you a drink.." they'd left things pretty unresolved, especially after he'd tried to give her a diamond ring for her birthday, which was in April and diamond was the birthstone for April, it had still freaked Jordan out. She had trust issues and commitment issues.

"That's a first." He commented, taking a seat, waiting for Jordan to do the same

"I bought you drink sat my dad's bar." she said but it wasn't entirely true because most of the time they were free. She took a seat next to him. "So...what made you come here? Besides me, I mean."

"What made me come here besides you? There's no other answer, Jordan."

"You really worry about me that much?" she asked.

"Jordan.." He paused, glancing down at the bar for a few seconds. "Do you ever think that maybe it's not just about me being worried?"

Jordan looked at the floor, she knew it wasn't that just that. It was complicated though, or at least she made it out to be.

"I care about you, and I'm tired of pretending that I don't."

"I care about you too Woody, but it's not as easy for me to just be...expressive." Jordan said, shaking her head a little.

"I'm not asking you to do that, Jordan. I'm just asking you to acknowledge me in a different way."

"How would you like me to acknowledge you, Woody?" she asked softly

"I want to date you, Jordan. I want to be a part of your life outside of my profession."

Jordan had pretty much always wanted them to be just friends, but she liked him more than that. She just tried to keep everyone at arm's length, never letting anyone get too close to her. This was a new palce though, a fresh start. "I think...we could do that Woody." Jordan said after a moment.

"Jordan..what would you do if I tried to kiss you right now?"

"Well, I might be inclined to kiss you back." Jordan said casually.

Woody reached over and brushed hair away from her face, looking into her eyes. She was saying all the things he had wanted her to.

He leaned over and slid one hand into her hair as he tilted his head to the side, pressing their lips together, starting to kiss her softly

Jordan was still a bit hesitant but Woody was a great guy and she had to try and get over her liitle insecurities. She kissed Woody back slowly, but nicely.

Woody wrapped his arms around her and leaned her back in her seat, deepening the kiss. He had always wondered what his first kiss with Jordan would be like, and it was something he had been waiting for. He pulled back after a few seconds, looking down into her eyes

"That was nice..." Jordan said, they'd had a lot of almost kisses in the past, but the timing had been off or something. Mainly it had been Jordan holding back because she didn't want to let anyone so close.

"Everything I dreamed it would be." Woody told her softly, starting to smile

"Alright, well. It's been a long day, so I'm going to go home and go to bed. Once you get out of the hotel, come over. The door will be open, and I had Tru set your room up for you." Jordan said, stifling a yawn.

Woody touched her face softly, brushing strands of hair away from her eyes. She was finally opening up to him, he couldn't tell her how thankful he was for that.

He helped her to her feet, leaning down to kiss her softly. "I'll be over there soon, Jordan..." He couldn't take his eyes off of her

She kissed him back. "Goodnight Woody." Jordan said and then left the pub.

*Strides purposefully up to the bar, and pounds on it with his fist*

Drink! Drink!

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