Caritas, Saturday

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Caritas was... a little different today.

For one thing, there was the music, which, combined with the low lighting and the random leather items occupying the spaces between bottles of alcohol on the shelves, created a distinct vibe of 'kinky sex club' rather than 'all-ages bar.'

And then there was the bartender, who was looking rather unlike herself in a shiny, expensive-looking leather outfit with her hair up on top of her head. She would prefer to be called Mistress April, if you didn't mind.

Also, Tino was gone. That was because Mistress April had scared him off. But that happened about fifty percent of the time on Saturdays, anyway.

TODAY'S SPECIALS
Southern Bondage
Kink and Cream
Tie Me To The Bedpost

[[yes, caritas has been sorta taken over for the night by the gremlin-bitten folks from over here. open for all, but beware assertive doms and dominatrices who might want in your pants. yes, yours. bc this is a comm, keep it ~PG-13, and take any sexybusiness back to personal journals, please!]

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Stage

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

There's no cage on the stage, though. Pity.

Re: Stage

[nookiepowered]

Madame Isabeau didn't do karaoke.

A live band responding to her every narrowing of the eye, though? That would do for a classy entrance, yes.

...She was just going to have to stretch her definition of the word live a bit, in this case.

Whatever; as long as he kept to the beat, she didn't give a flying fuck if the drummer was using his own shinbone to =POM= on the bass.

Lay down your swords,
Lay down your pistols.
Call off your dogs,
Show no resistance.

You'll fall like a guillotine,
Kneel before the queen.
You'll fall like a guillotine,
And I will rise.

Raise up your walls,
Tighten your blindfold.
Pacing at dawn,
Hide in a foxhole.

You'll fall like a guillotine,
Kneel before the queen.
You'll fall like a guillotine,
And I will rise.

I don't need blue blood,
Running through my veins,
Because like a queen, like a queen,
I can make you say you love me.

I don't need blue blood,
Running through my veins,
Because like a queen, like a queen,
I can make you love me.


"...Get your tongue off my shoe."

First of all, he hadn't asked first, and second, he'd just left it there when it fell off.

Bar

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

For drinks!

Re: Bar

[playsforkepesh]

Before being gremlin-bitten, Sam had been on the verge of an allergy attack and had been planning to spend the evening boarded up in her pollen-free home playing chess against herself.

Now that she was gremlin-bitten, on the other hand, Samantha was decked out in a skintight leather dress and a pair of boots that her unbitten self wouldn't dream of stepping foot into on a normal day. She was ready to get the evening started.

Re: Bar

[furnaceface]

Jonothon, of course, tended to go where the business was. And the business, he'd decided, was going to be at the bar, tonight. He was looking a fair bit more confident than his usual, though a lot of that probably had something to do with the tight leather pants, the open leather vest to match, a pair of boots with a toe so severe it could probably do a fair bit of damage with a good kick, and the spiked wristbands and collar to round out the whole ensemble.

... All things considered, it actually wasn't all that different from what he used to wear back in his high school days. He seemed comfortable in what he was wearing, at least, which was probably more than anyone who actively sought out his company for the evening would be able to say once he gagged them and tied them up.

Re: Bar

[playsforkepesh]

Hm.

"Nice shoes," Samantha observed, sipping her scotch.

Sure, her main interest here was in finding a cute female submissive to take home, but in the absence of any of those just yet, she could certainly make conversation with the guy in the leather trousers, couldn't she?

Re: Bar

[furnaceface]

The leather trousers were here in order to encourage conversation, so why the hell not, right?

"Thank you," Jonothon replied, shooting her a smile that was all trouble and self-assurance, which went nowhere as he lifted his own drink in greeting. "All the better for getting a point across, you know? Decided tonight would be an excellent night to wear a pair of no-nonsense boots."

Yes, he'd actually had these ones sitting at home already. Why?

Re: Bar

[texted3times]

Eric was dressed in leather pants and a black wifebeater, but that's what Eric wore on a usual night out.

He'd woken up to Pam's youtube link to a fucking Swedish boy band singing in Eurovision along with some falsetto vampire from Romania and he needed a good stiff drink before getting to the Devil's Nest.

Besides, the vibe at Caritas seemed different and it never hurt to check in on the competition.

"Evening."

Re: Bar

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Mistress April eyed him critically over the bar, not bothering to disguise the way her gaze dipped down toward a certain region outlined by those leather pants.

"Hello there." Excuse you, April, his eyes were up there. Way, way up there. "What can I get you?"

Re: Bar

[filleauloup]

Look, Éponine was just here for a drink. Or a few. She had no idea what was going on with the music or the leather, but as long as the bar was still there she wasn't going to ask too many questions. Though, actually, the drinks seemed less of interest than the ambiance now that she thought about it . . . that was a lot of leather, and it did not leave much to the imagination. God bless modern fashions.

She sat down at the bar, looking around with an interest that was a bit more focused than her usual curiosity. Thanks for that particular bit of lucidity, gremlin bite.

Re: Bar

[playsforkepesh]

Finally, an attractive young woman in here who didn't scream 'dominant.' At least not terribly loudly. That meant Samantha was going to flirt, oh yes.

"Why, hello there," she said, moving from her original bar stool to one closer to Éponine's. "Buy you a drink?"

Re: Bar

[nookiepowered]

Madame Isabeau (yes, Eric, you were going to have All The Sex tonight, and have to wait to laugh in the morn...um, tomorrow night) might like to make an entrance -- but once the introductions were over, she was all about finding herself a throne and a Kir Royale, crossing one leg over the other, and waiting to be amused and/or adored.

As long as said adoration didn't include zombie drool, because really.

Re: Bar

[playsforkepesh]

Samantha wasn't here to amuse or adore Madame Isabeau, but she did have some minor flattery. Did that count?

"That was quite a song."

Re: Bar

[so_hawkward]

With Kitty still in lion cub form, Clint had figured it would be a good idea to check on Caritas and make sure everything was still running smoothly.

That, of course, had been before he'd gotten bitten by a gremlin, and now he was rubbing his arm as he approached the bar and staring at everyone. Had there been a sale on really well-fitting leather?

Re: Bar

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Aww, he kind of looked like a lost puppy. Mistress April was very fond of those.

So, hence the nickname when she purred across the bar, "What can I get you, puppy?"

Lounge

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Re: Lounge

[icecoldfrost]

After work, Emma had closed up and mentally cast about to find wherever Jono had gone. Because she was a caring friend and --

-- okay, no, she was here to watch the chaos unfold. And possibly stop Jono if he was going to make too much of an ass of himself, but mostly watching the chaos from the lounge and enjoying the fact she could drink here while getting such quality entertainment.

Back Room

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OOC

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

*hides*

Re: OOC

[furnaceface]

Just chucking up a heads-up over here that Jono will absolutely be talking dirty tonight, and will be happy to tie anyone up who asks, but he's going to be treating this as his night job, and will be utterly professional about it.

... Which means that you get a safeword, and you get to look, but nobody gets to touch him tonight until after the venom wears off, and only if he wants you to, obviously.

Re: OOC

[nookiepowered]

I'mma just... gonna stare at Jono's butt all night instead of pinging in. That's okay, right?

Re: OOC

[filleauloup]

BRB going to hell -- hey, what are all of you doing in this handbasket?

Re: OOC

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Um, partying, duh.

Re: OOC

[nothornlessrose.livejournal.com]

*is giggling so much*

I love this and am also almost glad I have the restraint I have and did not have Cassidy get bitten. <3

Re: OOC

[filleauloup]

*is quietly, because otherwise coughing hurts, dead of Bo's not-karaoke performance*