The Devil's Nest, Sunday Night

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

Shuichi arrived for his shift a bit earlier than he thought he should. It was his first night after all! And...he'd never actaully asked Lucifer what time the place opened...

Either way, with a few books and an annoyed Yuki in tote, he stepped behind the bar with the unusually silent lady from before. She had some strange mask on half her face, but Shuichi really didn't have the vocabulary at the moment to ask her why.

Don'tscrewup.Don'tscrewup.Don'tscrewup.Don'tscrewup.Don'tscrewup.Don'tscrewup. Was Shuichi's mantra for the evening.

The Devil's Nest is open~

[[AFK for an hour or two-back for most of the night.]]

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The Bar

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

Where Shuichi is probably on the verge of a freak out. Ignore the blond one in the corner, translating most of what you're saying to him....

Mazikeen is also there, probably playing with tiny umbrellas and totally ready to be modded.

Re: The Bar

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The totally handwaved omg dinner with Phoebe had gone very well, although unfortunately Bond hadn't managed to learn much from her. Which meant that, despite her obvious willingness, he hadn't put forth an invitation for her to join him at the hotel. Besides, he had a date for drinks, and a poker game to play.

A busy day, all in all. He wondered if he could put in for overtime.

Unbuttoning his dinner jacket as he walked into the Devil's Nest, he raised an eyebrow at the pink-haired youngster behind the bar, and walked over. "Martini, please. Gin, vodka, Kina Lillet, and a twist of lemon. Shaken, not stirred."

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Rita was not in what one could call a good mood. Her co-conspirators had disappeared, and her dinner with Eric was not yet played out was now over, and she had more business to conduct.

Still, a drink with a handsome man would break up the evening nicely.

"Buy a lady a drink?" she asked, sliding in to the seat next to Bond's.

Re: The Bar

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Absolutely," Bond drawled, with a smile. "Another martini for the lady, please," he said to the bartender. Giving Rita a quick, assessing look, he shifted his seat a little closer.

"I'm going to take a shot and say that business didn't turn out as well as you'd hoped?"

Re: The Bar

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

Shuichi froze for a moment as the well-dressed man asked him for the drink order. As soon as he seemed to be finished, Shuichi looked over at his blond accomplice and waited for the translation before flipping through his book and shakily making what he asked for.

This was all so nerve wracking!! What if he picked the wrong bottle? The wrong brand?! The wrong alcohol altogether?!!

//"Don't screw up..don't screw up..."// He mumbled to himself as he mixed-no shook! He shook the drink!

[[ooc: go me on missing this and getting to it later. sorry! ]]

Re: The Bar

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Bond smiled and nodded as he watched Schuichi work. He was obviously new at the job, but Bond appreciate the care he was putting into getting the order exact.

"Thank you," he said, when the drink had been made, and slipped the payment and a tip across the bar.

[ooc: No worries!]

Re: The Bar

[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

Yuki is sitting and sipping on scotch for a change. He's still smoking. And paying careful attention to anything that's said to the stupid pink thing. Bothering him would distract, though he can only think of one person who would DARE such a thing...

Re: The Bar

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

Shuichi figgited with his fingers as he paced back and forth behind the bar. He tried to compare this with a performance of some kind, but he couldn't! He wasn't rocking out on stage with Hiro like he had back in high school. He was standing there, feeding drinks to people who didn't know he couldn't understand them!!

Re: The Bar

[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

//Calm down spaz.//

Re: The Bar

[00-nova-00.livejournal.com]

Casanova wandered into an interesting looking bar. What better way to complete a wonderful day than with a few drinks. He still wore the powdered wig and held his cane in one hand.

He was used to sharing drinks with company so he found someone and sat next to him. He would have introduced himself, but he was a little distracted by the pink poof behind the bar.

"Shuichi?" he said to himself. He was thinking aloud rather than trying to get his attention.

Re: The Bar

[idontspeakfreak.livejournal.com]

"You look like you just stepped out of 18th century Europe."

Re: The Bar

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

At the sound of his name, he turned only to realize in horror that it was wig man! Was he stalking him?!

The Lounge

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

Shuichi stayed mainly to his post tonight, however, the multi-cultured owner may grace certain people with his presence (but only if you click your heels and spin around three times).

Talk to Lucifer

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

And there he was, no need for any heel clicking or spinning. Doing that might get you a strange look.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

You'd have to make a really good martini to get Bond to click his heels and spin. Instead, after spending a bit of time studying the suspicious albeit intriguing fellow in the sunglasses, he walked over to the man's table.

"I'm looking to get a hand of poker going tonight, and I was told this was exactly the right sort of place to do it. Any chance you might be the man in charge here?"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

"That would be me," Lucifer said, giving the man a once over. It wasn't every day you see a human copy of an angel. "I believe a poker game could be arranged, yes."

Re: The Lounge - Poker Game

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Once he had permission from the proprietor, Bond handwavily set up a gaming table. The game was Baccarat, modest stakes, and they'd be taking turns filling in for the dealer. Now all he needed were his fellow players.

[ooc: For the poker playing crew. I can be IMed at "ditheringangel" if there are questions.]

Re: The Lounge - Poker Game

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

Armand sat down with his guest. "Good evening, Mr. Bond."

Poker Game - First Hand

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

[For...playing of the first hand. And banter. And it's totally always been Hold'em, not Baccarat.]

Poker Game - Second Hand

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

[For the playing of the second hand. And more banter. Also possibly flirting.]

The Dance Floor

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

The dance floor was open tonight, and to kick things off right, Shuichi was playing his favorite CD by Nittle Grasper. Rock music blared out of the speakers and if one looked at the right time, they might see Shuichi rocking out to the music, poofy pink hair flipping about.

Re: The Dance Floor

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Waldo was dancing. Man, was he a big dork.

Re: The Dance Floor

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette figured if there was one dork out there, she could make two.

She bypassed the bar entirely when she entered. She did not want to go through the whole 'we card' thing.

So, hey, here she was, looking like a dork cause she was rocking out. But she wasn't the only one, so it wasn't so bad. Not really.

OOC

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

Because this is the second OCD I've ever done.

In America.

Re: OOC

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

IN AMERICA