Post by Alex Vipond on Jul 4, 2016 16:42:00 GMT -8
Wrinkled Black: "Look at it this way, if we sneak into an empty bedroom while no one's looking, we'll fit right in. Right?" Adrienne grinned cheekily as she pulled the Tesla into the lot and parked. The idea made Alec's party seem far less intimidating.
Alex Vipond: "This is true." Alex chuckled and nodded, as he got out of the car. "Just... don't be surprised if the party at large turns into an orgy." He shrugged. "Seriously, the last party of his I went to in Miami, I hid in the kitchen with the staff for most of the night."
lead her not: Sheri was already in Stix. She'd been there awhile and the little redhead was chatting up Jorge, the two of them talking about the weather in Seattle and how she couldn't believe it was July and she was wearing a sweater. It just wasn't like that in New Orleans! By this of year, everyone was usually wearing as little as possible and still sweltering, though the city more than made up for it with its energy. -d
Wrinkled Black: "Well, fortunately we have an easy out if it comes to it. Baby calls." She snickered, setting the alarm on the car with the fob in the pocket of her leather jacket. "I just hope he doesn't screw Sawyer over, what with the picture this guy's been painted."
Alex Vipond: "This is true." Alex slipped his arm around Adrienne as they headed for the door. "I've never known him to be anything other than straight up with who he is. And I don't see it as him not having feelings about her but more him having feelings for ... well, all women. He's one of those that aren’t wired for monogamy." Alex paused, a scowl forming. "He probably thinks it's a disease to avoid at all costs."
acaciaincognito: Acacia couldn't sit inside the hotel room any longer. It was seriously damaging her calm. Even her Doberman’s attentive glare of affection couldn't stir her icy soul from it's dark mood. So, noise would have to do. A phone call placed and a hired driver was acquired, taking her via BMW through the city. No destination in mind as of yet, mostly a morbid unflinching stare at the pale circle remaining on her left ring finger. Eventually, Stix would be the location she murmured an agreement to, if nothing else than to get the hell out of the car before she killed the driver for simply being professionally cheerful. Awaiting patiently enough, once he parked curbside and let her out, those Jimmy Choos were tapping out that war dance of purposeful strides for the door. Rum. Needed. Now. –d
lead her not: Incoming! Hazel eyes shifted to the door. She heard them even before they even entered -- would Sheri ever get used to that? Both TC and Tre seemed to think she would, but it still surprised the little redhead every time. She didn't say anything to the bartender, though. He was busying himself with wiping down the counter and talking with her so long as she kept the chatter going, but it would seem their conversation would be coming to an end as it was about to get busy. –d
Wrinkled Black: "Well, I'm glad you're not all like that." Vampires, that is. She leaned up for a press of lips to his cheek, then pulled the door open for the both of them.
Alex Vipond: "What? Guys?" Chuckling, he knew what she meant. Alex caught the door over Adrienne's head so she could slip in past him and then he smiled to the Choo lady and with that pressed lip smile that showed his rather bashful side, he gave a nod and a wave of his hand for her to precede him.
acaciaincognito: A slowed momentum, not wanting to bowl over the people in front of her, though when the gentleman held the door she gave him a nod of her dark head before slipping past and inside. The same brief motion of her head toward the wife of the pair as she made it through the entrance, moving around to abstain from staying between them and to proceed to the bar. Purse held in one hand was being lifted as she drew closer, setting it on the bar top once she reached it so she was able to slink up onto the stool without hindrance. –d
lead her not: She watched quietly from the bar as the three made their way inside, offering a smile to them, in fact just before it disappeared behind the beer she was drinking. She'd settled for a bottle of Blue Moon this time around and was taking a sip when the woman joined her a few stools down. –d
Wrinkled Black: "Mmmhm." She knew he knew. Her look made it perfectly clear. She was snickering, though, as they continued to the bar. A smile was offered to the redhead and the brunette. "Evenin'. Two Glens, please, Jorge?" She beamed at poor, poor Patrick.
Alex Vipond: With the woman through and past them, Alex slid his arm around Adrienne once more and let the door swing closed behind them. The nod from the girl at the bar was returned, and as they reached the bar, Alex slid onto a stool, one hand reaching into his pocket, his pack pulled out, and a fresh stick of gum slid free. He offered the pack to Adrienne after that, before swapping out the fresh piece for the old which he balled up into the wrapped and set aside to be tossed into the trash. "Jorge, can we get a couple of...." he chuckled as Adrienne beat him to it and then he kissed her cheek.
Wrinkled Black: Muahaha!
acaciaincognito: She gave a brief nod to the woman at the bar before setting upon retrieving the black card from her purse and setting it to the bar top. A slight furrow of her brow as the man tending bar was called Jorge. What the hell kind of name was that ? Ridiculous. Granted, she'd heard worse. After the man handled their requests, she'd put in her own, moving her purse to the side. "Rum and coke, easy on the ice" A faint twitch of her lips as the memory hit her hard she could almost hear Kej snarkily retorting that she had enough ice in her veins to not need it in her glass. Bastard. "Make it a double" -d
lead her not: Someone was in a bad mood. While she couldn't see it, she could sense it. It was radiating off the woman. While it didn't please Sheri to see anyone miserable, it meant, for the first time since her life was thrown into a tailspin, she could read someone and that made her want to do a happy dance right there in her damn seat. It was definitely something to tell TC about later, and Tre, of course, when he came home. "Can I get another one of these, please?" she said when the tender passed by, lifting the bottle so he could get a look at it in case he fogot. When he nodded, she smiled. "Thanks." –d
Wrinkled Black: Adrienne couldn't help grinning as she noticed the scowl on the woman's face. "He's actually Patrick, it's a running gag." No, she hadn't read the woman's mind, just her expression. Besides, it was weird for the very Irish man to be named Jorge.
Alex Vipond: Stranger things had happened though. He could have had a Spanish parent or grandparent tossed into the mix somewhere. Most were a well spun mix anymore. It was a very rare social structure that didn't have mixed blood. Like that tribe on that island no one could get to without getting killed or nearly so, because the natives were hella vicious in their defense of it. "Guy's had it rough since he started working here, but we tip well so he puts up with us." Alex nodded and took his glass up, taking a sip.
acaciaincognito: A slide of pale blue eyes to Adrienne, brow arching slightly in curiosity at the statement. It took her the tick of a couple seconds to attach the statement to the topic. "Ah" A single syllable of understanding. Looking back to the long suffering bartender as he was making those drinks. A scant tilt of head in study before looking their way again. "I suppose there are worse things to be called" A nod given to 'Jorge' as he delivered the beverage so needed. –d
lead her not: Sheri's brow arched in surprise at what Adrienne said. She hadn't thought much about the man's name -- she just remembered what he'd been called the first night she showed up there and that's what she figured his name was, but now she felt bad and it showed in her expression when she looked at the poor guy, offering him a faint smile. At some point she would probably apologize, too, but for now she intended to give him a bigger tip, much like the man in the couple beside her had said. –d
Wrinkled Black: Fortunately for them, Jorge/Patrick was a good sport. Or at the very least, he waited until the end of his shift to rant and rave about his idiot patrons. Hopefully it was the former. "And I'm Adrienne, this is Alex. Just to… y'know... avoid any fake names being assigned to us." Sheepish grin to Jorge!
Alex Vipond: "We're still not sure how it started, but it stuck." Chuckling, he gave Jorge/Patrick a smile. Patrick, for his part was fine with it. Most tended to tip him better for the 'grief' he got and he wasn't hating that. "Although I have been accused of being both Aaron Carter and Justin Bieber...." He tried not to let his distaste show on that last one. "Granted my hair was blond at the time, but really...."
lead her not: "Did you cut the person that called you Bieber?" she tossed in. And then with a smile, "I'm Sheri, by the way." –d
Wrinkled Black: "I would've had I been there." Adding her two cents in with a lift of her glass toward Sheri before taking a sip.
acaciaincognito: "I thought in your blonde phase you were more Carter-esque, but the other should be libel for slander." Of course she knew who he was, she'd been living a very insane life, but it did not happen under a rock. That and having written a couple of books, late night iPod drowning out of noise had her discovering all sorts of music. His included. To Adrienne she gave a nod at the names given. "Acacia" –d
Alex Vipond: "RCA kept trying to shove me that direction and I really, really didn't want to go there." He nodded. Nope, not a chance in hell.
lead her not: She chuckled softly at Adrienne's response. Like Acacia, she recognized him, but it was more by sight than sound. She happened to have worked with a girl at a club in New Orleans that had a big ol' crush on him, but she wasn't about to bring that up here. Nope! –d
Alex Vipond: Hey, that was how he and Adrienne met; her college roommate had a crush on him!
lead her not: This was a stripper.
Alex Vipond: Not the same girl.
lead her not: Unless she found a new way to pay for college, lol.
Wrinkled Black: Let's not be mentioning strippers having a crush on her baby daddy okay? okay.
lead her not: Lips sealed.
acaciaincognito: Glass taken up for a large drink, she mentally fought the urge to fidget with the ring that she no longer wore. She knew she shouldn't stay out late or her damned familiar would be in a bitchy mood. He was moody when not allowed to get out and about. Understandable, but still best to avoid it. –d
Wrinkled Black: "And I'm really, really glad you didn't go there." Grinning, she leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek.
Alex Vipond: Smiling, he leaned into that kiss. "Took me everything I had to get out of that contract but I walked." And by everything, we mean a car collection a house and a few other things that he leveraged, in order to 'prove' he had the capital to buy his work back from the label.