The Devil's Nest, Saturday Evening

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If the girl behind the bar was looking a whole lot cheerier her second night on the job, there were several reasons for that. Only two of them were attached to a pirate, so you can just stop smirking. At least one -- the one where she wasn't starving anymore, and in fact was barely starting to feel like she needed a re-charge, a week later -- belonged to a certain Irish vampire.

Whatever the list of causes, the effect was a bartender in a black leather skirt who occasionally hummed along with the DJ's rather bouncy dance choices for tonight, instead of thinking she could do both herself and the world a favor by adding him to the evening's menu.

[OCD on ze way!]

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The Bar [5/14]

[nookiepowered]

Where there was a succubus in a friendly mood.

Not that friendly, Halldór. Keep your pike to yourself.

Re: The Bar [5/14]

[rivaini-pirate.livejournal.com]

Isabela only briefly wondered if there was something wrong with spending her free time at work. It lasted for the whole minute it took her to catch sight of the black leather skirt, and then she was very much certain there was most definitely nothing wrong with it at all.

She rested her elbows on the counter and leaned forward to better appreciate the view. "My, but I was right about the view being good here."

Re: The Bar [5/14]

[nookiepowered]

"I'm certainly not complaining." There really wasn't much Bo could do to get a better view, given Isabela's current position. Well, perhaps if she stood on a chair so that she could see the VIP section at the same time.

"What's your pleasure?" she asked, spreading a hand out towards the array of bottles.

Re: The Bar [5/14]

[rivaini-pirate.livejournal.com]

Hey, Eric was more than welcome to join in. Isabela was all about sharing pleasures.

"That skirt of yours, actually," she replied, because there was no such thing as shame when it came to her. "But I'll settle for that. I believe Tiny called it whiskey." She pointed towards one of the bottles. "For now, anyway."

Re: The Bar [5/14]

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Bo laughed. "It's not quite as small as some people's--" Pants, Isabela? What pants? "--but I guess it gets the job done." She snagged the whiskey bottle in question, then reached for a glass, turning to look back at Isabela. "Rocks? Straight? Shot?"

And other probably unhelpful English questions, yes.

Re: The Bar [5/14]

[rivaini-pirate.livejournal.com]

"Honey, I'll be glad as long as it's rat droppings free," she assured her. For someone working in a bar she should probably know what that meant, but then she should have supposedly listened to anything Tiny had explained too. Oops?

"And it gets the job more than done. Trust me."

Re: The Bar [5/14]

[nookiepowered]

Bo made a face - not at the compliment. "Seriously, rat droppings? I've worked in some seedy places, but never that seedy."

Meanwhile she went for big glass, no ice, because Isabela did not seem like a shots kind of woman. She seemed like the kind of woman who'd throw back a tumbler as if it was a shot.

Re: The Bar [5/14]

[rivaini-pirate.livejournal.com]

Awww, see. Bo could already read her.

Isabela chuckled at the question. "You don't want to see some of the places I've been, sweet thing," she assured her. "What's it like your world?"

Re: The Bar [5/14]

[bootlessjane.livejournal.com]

A place with a title such as The Devil's Nest did not at all seem the sort of place a proper young woman like Jane should visit. But the fact of the matter was that it was a place Jane had yet to go, and her explorer side trumped her proper side every time.

So it was a curious little Victorian stepping in and giving the place and the crowd a curious look before sliding onto a stool at the bar.

Re: The Bar [5/14]

[nookiepowered]

And it was a decidedly non-Victorian bartender raising an eyebrow at the wardrobe, but not very high. Not after Vikings.

"Hi there. What can I get for you?"

Re: The Bar [5/14]

[bootlessjane.livejournal.com]

"Oh, hello," Jane smiled at the bartender and, despite her best efforts to get more accustomed to modern dress, her eyes couldn't help a little intrigued perusal at what would eventually come into fashion. "I'm not quite sure, to be honest. I feel I should get myself something quite devilish, though, considering..."

Re: The Bar [5/14]

[nookiepowered]

Bo had to wonder what this girl would consider devilish - a Shirley Temple with too many cherries in it might be a little scandalous...

She smiled, though, and instead suggested, "Well, I do know how to make a drink called Hell's Angel."

Re: The Bar [5/14]

[bootlessjane.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yes," said Jane, brightening, though that was not too difficult for her to do. "Let's go with that one, shall we? I'm tempted to ask what might be in it, but I'll try it first and see how I should like it."

Re: The Bar [5/14]

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Orange, pineapple and cranberry juice, vodka, and peach schnapps, that's what. The resulting concoction was fruity and very, very pink.

Bo added a paper umbrella. It was the kind of drink that deserved one, and she had the feeling this was the kind of lady who'd appreciate one. Unlike the last Viking she'd tried that on, who'd sniffed, bit it, them spit it out with a dissatisfied growl.

"One Hell's Angel. You might want to drink it slow; it's a little stronger than it tastes."

Re: The Bar [5/14]

[bootlessjane.livejournal.com]

The barwench had been right about the umbrella; Jane had to give a little laugh when she saw it, shaking her head as it went into a chuckle and she plucked it out to get to the drink a little better.

"Oh, but I do love these little paper umbrellas," she had to admit. "Not very practical against the rain, though, I should have to say. They're barely even big enough for our little squirrel friends here on island, but what I wouldn't give to have one of them toting one around over its shoulder. I imagine she'd look quite proper then, wouldn't she, maybe some nice little gloves."

Terribly amused by the idea, she was smiling when she took a sip.

"Oh, goodness, yes, now that'll do the trick quite well, now won't it?"

Just what she needed after all that bloody paperwork.

Dance Floor and Lounge! [5/14]

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Where the musical stylings today leaned in an 80's pop direction.

VIP Section [5/14]

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Where there might be a mood-enhancing view of a Viking who'd heard of soap.

Re: VIP Section [5/14]

[texted3times]

Eric had indeed heard of soap and had even used some before coming to the club tonight!

And now he was texting with Pam.

Re: VIP Section [5/14]

[nookiepowered]

And now he was being approached by a sheepish-looking employee. Slash student, maybe, or something, but it was almost as weird to think of Eric as a teacher as it was to think of vampires as real. Speaking of which...

"So I take it that when Jessica said you were both vampires, it wasn't just Screw With The New Girl Day?"

Re: VIP Section [5/14]

[texted3times]

"Not at all," he said, grinning a little toothily. "Hi."

Re: VIP Section [5/14]

[nookiepowered]

"Sometimes I can be a little slow. In my defense, though, I just found out vampires actually exist...uh. Sunday?" Which would be slightly less ironic if she hadn't wondered for years if she was one, along with the rest of the list that included demon, alien, mutant, and delusional psychopath.

Re: VIP Section [5/14]

[texted3times]

"What changed your mind?" he asked, taking a sip from his glass of synthetic blood.

Mmm, tasty.

Re: VIP Section [5/14]

[nookiepowered]

"I met one?"

Bo... you should probably re-think that answer, considering who you're talking to. No?

Re: VIP Section [5/14]

[texted3times]

"You've met at least two," Eric corrected. "Who convinced you?"

OOC [5/14]

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Where the Gaia avatar generator is sometimes eerily accurate.