Spike's Pub is Open 11/9

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Gaining great headway with getting the bike completed, the brothers broke early so they could go in and open the Pub. It was nice when they could get a night off every once in a while, even if it was spent working on other things.

The Pub was put in order, the bar backed and they flipped the light on to flicker OPEN in the window.

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[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Hunter had told his parents he was going to hang out at the Perk and meet people, but the pub was enticing. Even better, when he opened the door, he found his new "friends" were working there. Hunter sat down at the bar and grinned at them. "What's up?"

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Loz looked up from his perch at the end of the bar and grinned when he saw Hunter plop down on a stool. The newly familiar voice caused Yazoo to turn from putting bottles up. He leaned against the bar. "Hey, what can I get you to drink?"

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

"Surprise me. I've been hanging around my parents all day, alcoholic beverages are a must."

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Yazoo pursed his lips and then smiled. "Something simple and very alcoholic, then." He pushed up and seemed to consider things before he grinned.

Setting out a small bowl with lemon wedges, he got the salt shaker, a couple of shot glasses, filling them with tequila, and pulled two beers.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

"Now we're talking." Hunter grinned. "Happy land, here we come."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

The door to the pub slips open, allowing Michael and Ben to enter. Michael surveys the nearly-empty room and sees Hunter and Yazoo at the bar, a half-empty bottle of tequila next to them. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Yazoo turned to see Michael and Ben come in and according to their tone, they didn't seem very happy. He straightened and set the tequila bottle back behind the bar. "We're talking," he said softly.

The entrance was so very not lost on Loz and he stood at the end of the bar, pushing his stool out of the way.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Hunter turned and narrowed his eyes. "What do you care? I'm a big boy, I can do anything I want." He gestured to Yazoo. "Including talking to my new friends. And getting drunk."

Ben winced, but his voice was calm. "That's not good for you, Hunter. Not with your regimen. C'mon, let's go home."

Michael was not so calm. "You are not where you said you'd be. We've been worried sick about you! I want you away from these guys and on your way back to our home now."

Hunter shook his head. "Fuck you." He turned back to Yazoo. "Pour me another."

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Away from these guys, Yazoo tilted his head and raised his eyebrow. He looked from Ben and Michael to Hunter. Turning from the three, Yazoo's deliberate motions reached for the bottle of tequila and topped off both their shots. "He's been here all night and not in trouble," he said. "That's safe."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael stormed up next to Hunter. "It's not about safe," he hissed. "It's about trust." He poked his finger against Hunter's chest. "It's about the fact that you lied to us, Hunter. You're coming with us. Now."

Ben put his hand on Michael's shoulder, attempting a calming effect. "Hunter, I think it'd be a good idea if you did what Michael said." He looked at Yazoo and back to Hunter. "You can come back another time."

"Ben!" Michael turned, shaking Ben's hand off his shoulder.

"Compromise, Michael." Ben nodded to Hunter. "What do you say, pal?"

Hunter snorted. "If that's the way he wants to treat me? No way. I was with these guys last night in a far less public place, and I was fine. I'll be fine right here, having a few more drinks."

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

The door to the pub is kicked open and Spike walks in carrying a duffel bag and a grouchy expression on his face.

He nods to the boys at the bar and takes a seat.

He watches Yazoo at the end of the bar with the three men and gives Kadaj a wary glance.

"What's the hubbub about?"

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

All three brothers turn to the motion and see Spike. Yazoo straightened and put the bottle away again.

"You're back." Kadaj shrugged. "Family problem. It's under control," he said softly.

Loz walked around to stand behind Ben and Hunter.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike nods as he lights up a cigarette. "S'long as it stays that way. Anything of interest happen while I was gone? I don't want the bloody mayor crawling down my backside because some twerp of a student decided to make my place there personal laboratory again."

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

"Some girl from the school disappeared and there's a 10:00 curfew," Kadaj said. He leapt over the bar to grab a glass. "Something to drink?"

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike rolled his eyes. "Wonderful. I'm sure that's cut into business. I assume the police are doing their wonderfully inept job at finding out what happened?"

Spike took a drag of his cigarette. "Whiskey."

After the brouhaha, before curfew.

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

It had been an incredibly long, strange day. After a filling meal at Deb's, Aaron went in search of liquid anesthetic. Walking through the door, his eyes automatically searched for the tall fuzzy being from the night before. His gaze had to lower significantly to take in the white-haired barkeep for tonight, however.

Trying to conceal his disappointment, he walked up to the bar. A hand automatically reached for his wallet to present his ID before he ordered. "Hi. Could I get a scotch on the rocks, double, please?"

Re: After the brouhaha, before curfew.

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Yazoo leaned over to look at the ID, then to the man. Aaron Boone. He was dark and kind of pretty. Dark eyes....Nodding, he clinked ice into a glass and poured the scotch.

On a napkin, he slid it over in front of the man and gave him a smile.

Re: After the brouhaha, before curfew.

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

Reaching for the glass, Aaron's fingertips brushed against the bartender's. A momentary contact before he pulled the drink closer to him, the only acknowledgement a flicker between hazel eyes and cat-slitted grey in mute apology. Boone's eyes widened a fraction as he took in the vertical pupils.

Another of the Breed. Goddamn, they really are everywhere. Raising the shotglass to his lips, he absently licked a drip of scotch from the side before taking his first sip. Lips rolled together damply, savoring the smokey alcohol.

His free hand toyed with the napkin, folding it in half and running a finger back and forth along the crease. Absently toying with the paper, he took another sip of liquor and thought about his day.

Re: After the brouhaha, before curfew.

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Watching the man's tongue lick at the glass shot through Yazoo like lightning. It tingled down his torso and spread through his legs. He openly watched as this man took a drink and smiled. Liquid smooth and his eyes...a smouldering smokey dark that melted through Yazoo's veins.

He tilted his head. "You're new here."

Re: After the brouhaha, before curfew.

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

Left eyebrow arching slightly, his tenor voice rumbled an amused, "Perceptive. Good quality for a bartender to have." His lips tilted upward at the corners, echoing the amusement sparkling his eyes. "I just moved to Fandom. Came in last night but the bartender was," a half-lidded gaze raked Yazoo from hair to .. as far down as the bar allowed Aaron to see, "significantly hairier."

His tongue flicked across his lower lip, a nervous gesture wetting it as he gave a moment's consideration to bartender etiquette. In the end, he let it hang and extended a large hand across the bar. His tattoos rippled as muscles flexed under skin, "Aaron Boone, citizen of Fandom for exactly 24 hours as of fifteen minutes ago."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She walks in and sits at the bar, alone. She smiles at the brothers.]

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Loz watched the set of legs come in the Pub and he grinned. Fucking hell, the woman was sex on a hoof. Kadaj had stepped into the back room and Yazoo was making time with some new guy. Too bad for them. He got to deal with her.

Rising from his seat, he rested against the bar in front of her, smiling widely. "Hey," he said. "Can I get you something?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Smiling softly at Kadaj's brother, her eyes dart to the doorway of the back room.] Just a beer, thanks. Kadaj here?

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

"In the back," he said casually. "Bottle or draft?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Bottle. Is he, um, busy? [She tries to sound casual, but doesn't really make it.]