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Post by Alex Vipond on Oct 14, 2014 13:13:01 GMT -8
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Post by Alex Vipond on Oct 18, 2014 22:51:09 GMT -8
September 14th, 2014
Winnie Preston: It was just some dive bar in an alley where you had to know someone who knew someone to get in. Winnie was there, one sheet in (out of three sheets). Off in her own little corner and in her own little world. she sat in a comfortable chair watching a couple of guys play billiards. Not that it was particularly fascinating or anything, it was just something to do while she zoned out to the music. She'd let a note for the Gambler as to where she was in case he got bored and wanted to prowl his ass out. She'd be the chick with unkempt (and uncombed) hair in the corner, faded jeans and a hoodie that was older than she was, it had a big Star Wars logo on it. Flip flops. She'd really out done herself again in the clothing department. Oh. She could rock Chanel with the best of them but again most nights, Winnie couldn't be pressed to give even a sliver of a fuck about clothes.
Terri x Kurai: Terri was no stranger to hitting random dive bars... especially on nights she decided to take a break from her club. This night, she donned a pair of wide legged black pants with all the fixings - zippers, chains, and two straps that hooked to her belt loops and crossed over to other hoops on the sides of her pants in the back of her legs. The toes of a pair of red and black Airwalks could be seen poking out from under the hems and she wore a black tank top that showed that slender middle and navel piercing. Black fingerless lace gloves completed the ensemble, her black hair with red streaks framing her face as usual. Piercing blue eyes gave a look around the bar - a curious glance casted to the pool table before heading further in to the bar. A bottle of rum would be her order for the night, not that she could taste it per se, but for appearances sake, she had better order something if she was going to sit at the bar.
Winnie Preston: She was still watching the fella's playing pool because again, there was nothing else to do. But given her slightly lazy lids, you'd have thought the shit was fascinating. Fox lashes giving a lazy blink, she watched the woman come in, she had an interesting look. Winnie offered a smile of hello, a lazy Mona Lisa smile with dimples that briefly framed her expression like parenthesis. -- Pretty sure she smiled anyway, hard to tell because she was kind of m e l l ow in the rabbit hole, tripping on voodoo, tripping on daisies and chasin' dragons. She was going to have to do something soon here, either get up and move or be sociable or something, otherwise she was going to spill in the chair like a broken scarecrow and sleep for like six hours -- or until they kicked her out.
Terri x Kurai: She could sense the inebriated status that most in the bar were, it was actually amusing in some aspects, piercing blue eyes passing over the various souls there. She caught the particularly... lazy smile... and gave a nod in her direction. She'd lift the bottle of rum by the neck and take a swig - yep, what she did just for appearances sake... le sigh.
Winnie Preston: She got up finally but she was unhurried. Didn't like hurrying or being hurried. The lighting was soft, a little dim maybe so it took her a minute for recognition to dance through the fog. Point is, she d i d recognize her and that's why she peeled her trifling ass up from the comfort of her chair and drifted over, hips leading in lazy prowl, Crest white smile finally flashing when she offered more than the usual Mona Lisa. Mind you, sometimes Winnie felt like she was living in Bon Temps -True Blood-- being a plain old human being in the midst of vampires, werewolves and whatever other creatures of the night. And Terri in particular was...creepy as fuck. No offense. But Winnie grinned just the same. "How goes it?"
Terri x Kurai: No offense? Believe it or not, there was a sick side of Terri that relished in that sort of opinion. Gave her some dark and twisted satisfaction really - especially when other Lasombras shunned her. Well, except Emilio, but that beside the point. It took a moment before she realized that lazy smile had belonged to Winnie and an unabashed grin was given - those pointed canines freely showing that she usually tried to keep under wraps. But she needn't around her now did she? "It goes... as usual." She would then pass the still full bottle of rum to her. "Might as well let someone who can enjoy this have it." Her way of offering it to her.
Winnie Preston: She needn't hide her true smile around Winn. Winnie would never tell the secrets of the immortal and the damned, wasn't her place but let's get real, nothing made you almost piss your Victoria's Secrets like seeing fangs. She was still getting used to that shit. But ya'd never know it by her grin. As long as Terri didn't do that Poltergeist shadow shit --what the ever loving fuck was that, it was like the creepiest circus you never wanted to go to-- then they were fine. Drink taken with the same Mona Lisa smile. "You're awesome." Seriously. Her liver wasn't going to pickle itself now was it? She was only two sheets out of three. Not sure what she was celebrating but it musta been good! This would end at Taco Bell around two AM with puke in the parking lot. Hopefully not in her hair. "I'm still getting settled in. We're getting a new apartment." The one they had was getting cramped. Winnie didn't like fighting people for the shower.
Reticent Rounder: The Gambler had gotten her note. He was fresh off a thirty-hour marathon at the mansion she'd been at the night before. Must have been nice to get some sleep and then come chasing dragons. He was dressed in the same clothes she'd left him in, except he lost the tuxedo jacket at the brownstone before heading over to the seedy bar she said she'd be at. Long black tie was worn around his neck, untied, so it was more like a Priest's vestment than an actual tie. Black rings around his eyes, because the dude wasn't afraid to wear a little makeup, especially when it helped at to his 'pretty boy' reputation. Menthol light hung on his lips, half smoked as he slipped into the place, reddish brown eyes taking a quick survey of those gathered, before he actually started to search for the one reason he'd even passed up on passing out for about eighteen hours.
Terri x Kurai: Terri would try to avoid her shadows with Winnie around... not that she didn't mind occasionally terrifying the human femme once in a while. However, her shadows often scared her herself, Terri was constantly fighting to keep them at bay it seemed. "You're welcome." She said with a chuckle to the 'you're awesome' comment.
Winnie Preston: No at some point the shadows would come out and Winnie would chalk it up to bad opium or her very worst nightmares. So Terri gave her a whole bottle. Hence the lazy grin that hung around on soft features. "When we're done renovating, you need to come see it." It was probably gonna be pretty sweet. Too big for her cozy tastes, but sweet. Sidelong she caught site of the High Roller wandering in, cig stuck to his lip so he looked all Marlboro Man. She smiled at him, the bottle lazily waved in case he wanted some.
Reticent Rounder: Were you even allowed to smoke in bars in Seattle? Didn't much look like this guy cared. Didn't much look like this was the sort of establishment that abided by the laws anyway. The way he saw it, if he wasn't allowed to smoke in here, someone would tell him, and until then? Well, he puffed on that cancer stick until a plume of gray curled up from a glowing end. And then he spotted Winnie waving a bottle at him. Lips curled at the corners, without disturbing the smoke that was perched upon them, and he took a lazy stroll in that direction. "We're invited back, any time." Which could have meant things went really bad, or that they'd made a good impression regardless of taking a boatload of money from their host's pocket, as well as a bunch of his friends. And since he was still in Play mode, it was difficult to read through his stone-wall expression. "You offerin'?" Dip of his head to the bottle she was waving. If he couldn't crash, he might as well get smashed.
Basic Secrets: Adam had to beg, bargain and empty a grease trap in order to get the time off. But when a gorgeous girl gives you an address and a once in a life time sort of invitation: you go. Ultimately Cole conceded. Adam rode up from LA. Seattle was fuckin' beautiful. He rolled the hills for hours before he ventured into Millie's neighborhood. He came upon the Absinth and Opium and decided this was as good a place to get a drink as any. Carefully parking his bike was fun. Was there no flatness... anywhere? HIs denim clad ass was number than an ice fisherman's nuts. HIs spine protested with a long string of pops and cracks as he unbuttoned his grey corduroy coat. Helmet head was addressed with a few frustrated passes of his fingers through dark brown hiar that looked a bit like a lawn. Shades slid up top as he entered the bar, squinting til his eyes adjusted. He headed to the bar. He noticed the dude smoking and canted his head. This was California... Shrugging it off to study the display of bottles behind the bar.
Terri x Kurai: Terri leaned over to see the new arrival and the cigarette between his lips just ignited a ironic memory - of a time when she had been smoking herself. "Those things can kill you y'know." Terri said, of course giving a nod toward that thing sticking out of his mouth. Since Winnie's back was to her... she couldn't resist a little bit of mischief - a pale hand lifting to place that cold limb on the back of her neck, fingers wrapping around her neck one at a time just to see how long it took before she freaked out.
Winnie Preston: He was still in Poker Face mode, she could tell. He was three quarters stoic, almost granite, when he'd been playing for a while. A smile given when he said they were invited back anytime. Must have meant she did alright in her part their Bonnie & Clyde. He asked if she was offering. She was. Rum from the bottle, an orgy, handcuffs sex. She was offering. Right now mostly she was offering rum so the bottle was handed over, curious owl like gaze of hazel touching on the guy that came in, then Terri applied a witch's touch. Seriously it was some shit Anne Rice couldn't even pen, when one of them touched you like that. Winnie lifted to her tip toes, a freak out avoid by mewling like a 'fraidy cat. "So." Like that didn't just happen. "Aleksei, Terri. Terri, Aleksei." Now there were t w o men there for the beautiful vamp to torture, Winnie might get a break.
Reticent Rounder: He leaned into the bar next to Winnie, lips curling up at the corners when Terri tossed out a warning. "News to me. Maybe I'll think about quitting." Delivered in dead-pan fashion, Poker Face, so it was difficult to tell if he was serious or not. Another puff taken before he looked around for an ash tray. When he didn't see one, he dropped it to the floor and stomped it out underneath the toe of a patent-Italian-leather wing-tip. "Pleasure." Another nod given after Winnie gave the introduction. Then he reached for the bottle, and had she offered all that shit out loud, he might have taken on all of them, but since she was just passing the bottle, that's all he could take, and he did, and he lifted it right to his lips for a quick swig. He hadn't eaten a meal in like, twenty-eight hours, so it wasn't gonna take much to get him to a happy place."Havin' fun tonight?" Asked of the hazel-eyed beauty next to him.
Basic Secrets: Elbows on the bar, ass on a stool, Adam smiled to the hazel eyed girl and thought.. She reminded him of Millie. He was about to smile when he watched the other chick.. Head canted at the oddly intimate touch and the bar tender's reaction. Brow arched. "Jameson when you have a moment, Miss.."
Terri x Kurai: Hey, Winnie found out by mistake... sheer happenstance when Terri was having a particularly bad day. She didn't just go advertising what she was! However, since Winnie knew... it was just amusing to torment her on occasion, like how an older sibling would to a younger one. Terri withdrew her hand, however, and looked around to Aleksei. "Likewise." Nothing would be said about his response to her sarcasm about cigarettes - though she did peer around when the one fellow asked for a Jameson. "You heard 'im Winnie... he wants a whiskey." She said, giving her a nudge. Which, if Winnie looked, she'd find one of those sneaky shadow tendrils crawling along the floor so discreetly like and going into the shelves as though to search for said drink.
Winnie Preston: She leaned against the Gambler's side as though they were Siamese. This was after he just snuffed a cigarette on the floor. "I am. You?" She knew he was probably happy about wining however much he'd just pocketed. But she didn't know if he was having a good time. Sidelong she smiled at the guy asking for a Jameson. She wasn't the bar tender, but the bar tender would get him one. Of course then Terri started up. Rather than say a word, she turned inward facing Aleksei, murmuring Change lyrics at him, mouth close enough to kiss but not quite. It was this, or watch Terri in action and lose her shit, just go blitzkrieg in freaking out.
Reticent Rounder: His body was angled toward hers, so it was pretty easy for her to slip in close, and then even easier for her to get all up on him, whispering song lyrics like she meant to kiss him, but didn't. He turned a little bit more, so his back was against the bar, elbows resting upon it. His faced dipped down to interrupt her song lyrics by smashing his lips into hers. She got a taste of rum and menthol before he pulled back."I've yet to not have a good time when you're involved." And then he glanced to the guy who thought Winnie was working."This round's one me." He dug one hand into his pocket, and the other into the back pocket of Winnie's jeans. His other hand emerged with a small stack of twenties, which he tossed to the bar."Matter of fact, I'm buyin' for the rest of the night." That was said over his shoulder, to the bartender who had already started to grab a bottle of Jameson to fulfill Adam's request.
Basic Secrets: Adam winced. "Sorry, saw you with the bottle and assumed." He was actually kind of embarrassed. More so, he hated bugging people who weren't working. But she was on to far better things already. He couldn't help but smile. Adam If he didn't like watching people have a good time, he was in the wrong business. The bar tender brought him a double. Adam laid some cash on the bar and arched a brow.. Did he see a mouse on the floor out of the corner of his eye? Nah... This place looked and smelled immaculate. So as not to focus on the couple Adam glanced towards Terri and nodded before raising his glass. What was he doing? Seriously. The girl was probably gonna think he was crazy to show up like this. He glared into his whiskey, looking for the courage, only feeling the burn.
Terri x Kurai: Right now it wouldn't be that bad... it was when Terri's eyes went black that you had to be careful. Right now, they were still their shocking blue - that is... for now... of course. She was momentarily distracted, however, when catching the nod from the one fellow... making her glance over at him. Unfortunately, that was usually where things went wrong... or... poltergeist-y as Winnie described. That tendril of shadow? Well, rather than poofing like a good little thing, it would extend straight out from the shelf and set the bottle of Jameson down on the bartop. This, of course, in front of the tender... who suddenly stopped in her tracks and just stared at the outstretched black mass, slowly withdrawing from the whiskey.
Winnie Preston: She was zoning, murmuring sweetly dark prose at him when he mashed a kiss on her. Despite pressing mouth like a ripe fruit right to him, she grinned. A smushed grinning kiss before he said he was buying for the rest of the night.
Basic Secrets: He realized what the man had said about one minute after he had finished paying for Adam's drink. Looking over, he raised his glass. It would be awkward to thank him now.. And then there was the floating bottle..Blink.. Blink.. It was only useful being a vampire's bitch if you weren't five hundred miles away when freaky fucking shit happens. Just... Drink your drink and get the fuck out. That's what he should do. Adam would have done well in Prison. Eyes down, he spun his glass around and drank the rest, reaching for the bottle once the shadow withdrew, pouring himself some more, nodding to the tender and giving her a wink. "Thanks, Doll."
Winnie Preston: Well now. How much did he win? She didn't ask, she never asked really. Long as he could afford to buy her a hot dog, she was all good. She remained close, probably too close, like a bombshell smear draped against him with his hand in her back pocket -- like he was all entitled. She was carefully not watching Terri right now. She liked Terri. She did. But sometimes you just got the feeling that blue eyed woman was going to call you and whisper 'Seven Days' or some shit. Sharing is caring, she plucked their rum bottle for a sip and handed it back.
Reticent Rounder: Good thing Aleksei had his back to the bar, so he missed out on the whole floating bottle trick, otherwise he might have flipped his shit. Then again, he hadn't slept in like forty-eight hours or so, so he might have wrote it off on that. When Adam lifted his glass, Aleksei reached for the bottle of rum and lifted it in a salute, before tipping it to his lips for another small swig. Then he pressed it gently toward Winnie to see if she wanted to partake as well."I'm gonna sleep for like a day once I get there, just so you know." He wasn't lying either, there was a good chance he'd be out for an entire day, without so much as moving.
Winnie Preston: She took a sip when he offered and combed skinny hand down his arm, her free hand lifting to brush back a fallen mope of Rapunzel's gold. In ever curious and friendly manner her gaze went to Terri and then Adam. Soon enough the November eyes went back to Aleksei, Mona Lisa smile blossoming. "I'll keep it quiet." No playlists! No blaring television! Hell she might even be able to talk Milli into not making such a racket when she came home. "How long have you been awake now?"
Basic Secrets: He felt sorry for the bar tender. She was obviously terrified, as right she should be. Adam had seen a variety of fucked up shit in the past year, but that.. What just happened. Just creepy. Not gruesome or horrifying.. Creepy Curiosity made him pour that second drink. Instinct made him drum his fingers a few times. He glanced over to Terri when she addressed the couple. Lower lip bitten as he tried not to laugh out loud. He'd seen worse PDA outside a middle school. Adam had thought perhaps Perry and the girl were a couple until the big spender came in. This place was just too fucking interesting. And then the way Terri looked his way expectantly. A little more whiskey helped him smile. Brow arched. "Could be worse."--
Terri x Kurai: When seeing the tender, Terri winced a bit and that tendril quickly slinked away... though looking over at Winnie and her friend she gave a roll of her eyes. "Woman, get a damn room somewhere would you?" She asked, though she'd glance down to the other fellow and the tender as though waiting for one to go into total freak out mode. It hadn't been that bad! Could of been a lot worse even...
Reticent Rounder: She asked how long he'd been awake, and after he set that bottle back down on the bar, he glanced at his watch. It took him a moment to do the math in his head, what with having been up for so long, his faculties were a bit delayed."Fifty-ish?" It's not like they'd done much sleeping the night before the big party, so he was only counting that as a nap, and when you were doing marathons, naps didn't count. "Yeah, probably about that." He didn't seem like he was complaining though. "No need to keep it quiet, I can sleep through a hurricane after a long game like that." He had, in fact, slept through a hurricane in North Carolina, after a particularly grueling tournament.
Winnie Preston: Lazily she smirked at Terri when Terri told them to get a room. "Don't wanna come kiss us?" They were gonna get a room soon. At home. Because Aleksei hadn't slept in over a day, literally. And she couldn't help her addiction. Not her fault that Aleksei was a cruel narcotic that got right down to the bone marrow. Fifty hours he said. She shook her head. Obviously Winnie would be sobering up to drive them home.
Alex Vipond: There were many places that Alex hadn't been, this was one of them, but Milli wanted to meet here so Alex was strolling through the door. He didn't have to search the room to realize that Milli wasn't present, but it also didn't : take a slide rule to realize something was off. He continued inward, and settled at the bar, pushing the sleeves of his suit jacket up a bit more as he took each one, in turn in. A nod up was given Terri, before he turned to the tender, he could smell the fear on her. "Bourbon, neat." And then he was looking back at Terri. "Everything okay?"
Terri x Kurai: Could be worse? Did that mean he...? Well that was a little awkward... a glance was given to the tender who seemed to just chalk it up to something random... then looked over to Winnie when the question was asked. "Uh... not really no..." She replied - though would, again, put that hand to her neck - though using the back of her hand so just the chill would be felt. "No heat remember?" And that would be when she caught sight of Alex walking in. Of course first thought inevitably went to Emilio... but she knew if she had screwed up he would be there himself not sending someone else after her arse. A shake of the head was given as hand dropped from the back of Winnie's neck and a nod was given to him as he walked over. "Fine, everything's fine." Forced smile there... would she admit to that little oops a bit ago? Heck no.
Reticent Rounder: Reddish-brown eyes drifted in Terri's direction when Winnie asked if she wanted in on a kiss. Poker face, there, so it was difficult to tell if he was disappointed that she wasn't down. Then he turned his gaze toward the newly arrived. At least he didn't feel over-dressed anymore, that was a plus. "Drinks are free tonight." So he didn't have to reach to pay for the bourbon he'd just ordered. Then he eased back a bit, so that he wasn't in the way of anyone's conversations. The hand in Winnie's back pocket tightened just a bit. "So, you like this place cuz it's got a fancy name?" There was a hidden meaning there, that she'd hopefully pick up on.
Basic Secrets: Did that mean he..? Not exactly. If Adam was a real fucking psychic he would tend bar for a living. He got emotional impressions, he interpreted them as just interpreting micro expressions and speech. Sure, he went to college but there was something more to it that he couldn't explain through education. Denial is awesome. He watched the new arrival, brow arched. He didn't miss the demeanor change. Another sip of whiskey before he remembered.. Pulling out his phone. A text sent. He pulled a folded napkin from his pocket and opened it up. Deep breath.
Winnie Preston: November hazel eyes went to the man drifting in, he was a well-dressed fellow. Laconic gaze went back to Terri and Adam in their odd exchange -- that was before Terri touched her and made a full body shudder zip through her from golden mane to toenails that were painted candly apple red. "I like winter," she replied to Terri with Mona Lisa smile. Feeling that hand tightening, she dipped fox lashes and glanced up to the Gambler meeting that quartz gaze of his, lazy smile curling. "Somethin like that." There was a back room where they could further into the rabbit hole but she couldn't say that right now and risk offending people. -- Drugs. She just meant drugs, you perverts, wasn't trying to drag him to the back room to do that.
Terri x Kurai: "No you wouldn't..." Terri replied, shifting a bit, then randomly giving Alex a light pat on the shoulder. "Besides, I'm set." And that was totally open ended and clearly a lie if anything, but hell she was improvising! And if Winnie persisted after that, then she'd just comment about nightmares.
Reticent Rounder: "We'll have to come back some time." Because he picked up on her response, just like she'd picked up on his question. But, chasing the dragon in his state was liable to result in him just going into a coma in that back room. What a bad first impression that would make on the proprietors, right? As for whatever Winnie and Terri were going on about, Aleksei just gave Terri another glance, as if he were trying to figure out if he'd even be down for something like that with her. Which reminded him, lazy grin on his lips when he looked at Winnie again."Don't I get a say in all this?" Not that he'd be against it, or anything like that, but he was just wondering.
Winnie Preston: "No." He got a say about breakfast, lunch, the dinner menu. But... "You forfeited most of your votes when you insisted on building this monstrosity that Milli might kill you for." That's how it worked! When he overruled one vote, he lost eight (or thirteen) other votes. Shit talkin, they did it a lot. No hard feelings. Lazy grin given to him, she glanced around him at the bar tender, "Mint Julep please. Don't overdo the mint." Smile given to the bar tender before she sent hazel gaze back to the Card Shark, a nod about them coming back.
Alex Vipond: With his bourbon set in front of him, Alex slid some cash from the pocket of his jeans, and handed it over, leaving the change on the bar, his forearms resting on the edge, his ink showing from under his sleeves as he toyed with his glass, watching the bourbon roll around within it and testing the legs as he watched it roll back down the sides.
Basic Secrets: Adam snorted a laugh.. Damn Jameson. he couldn't help but find the situation funny. Poor guy. Before he could apologize for laughing the woman with him said Millie.. She looked like her. And then the drink. How best to approach that? First step was not to stare at the girl.. Big Spender might take it wrong. Adam wasn't so much a fighter. What's that other thing? More Jameson slid down his throat. He laid the napkin with Millie's address on the bar and spun it slowly under his finger.
Reticent Rounder: The bartender just pushed Alex's money back to him and tipped her head in the direction of Aleksei."He's buying tonight." Meanwhile, Aleksei grunted when Winnie told him he lost his vote. "First of all, I didn't insist on anything. I just made a recommendation. Second of all, you're both going to be pleasantly surprised by what I'm thinking. And third of all, mint julep? Really? Where are we? The Kentucky Derby?" Lips twitched at the corners, before going full-on grin. Sometimes it took him a few hours to slip out of Poker-face mode, other times like tonight, it didn't.
Terri x Kurai: Well, that was avoided... and Alex was none the wiser of having been used in said weak improv. Even better. Otherwise she might of scared 'im off or something. Terri was nightmarish when it came down to it - she just didn't showit. She'd turn her attention from Winnie and Aleksei, blue eyes shifting to Alex and looking at the bourbon. "You can actually taste that?" She asked, a little bit of surprise in her voice. Alcohol, in general, was just tasteless to her and she could bear little more than just one swig before either pushing it aside or, as seen before, handing it to someone else.
Alex Vipond: Alex turned his head, looking over at Winnie as well now. When the tender shoved his money back at him, Alex looked from her to the man who was buying and gave him a nod of thanks, before he lifted his glass and sipped.
Winnie Preston: "You insisted." She had decided, he insisted and once a woman got something in her head, it was a done deal. It was like the Tribe had Spoken. Now listen at him, talking shit cause she ordered an MJ. The smirk that curled her mouth was dealt lazily, briefly her hazel eyes going to the fella's that glanced at her. Smile given to them before she went back to sparring with Aleksei. "Just so you know. The first Julep was created in Virginia." Not Kentucky. "Google that shit." G'head! She swiped her drink lazily when it was slung up and held it at bay, clearly not willing to share with her Card Shark once he teased her. Not yet anyway. Not till he just took the tumbler.
Alex Vipond: "She's right." he looked between them. "Late eighteenth century. It was thought to be a curative and was mentioned in a book written by John Davis of London in 1803." And then he just shut the hell up. One of the draw backs of longevity. You gathered useless facts that were no good to anyone who wasn't playing Trivial Pursuit.
Winnie Preston: Aleksei munster was passing out so Aleksei wandered to the back or something. She grinned at Alex when he spoke up, however and yelped after Aleksei as he saunted off. "Hear that!" She was right. She flashed strawberry-cheek'd grin at Alex.
Basic Secrets: After Milli lectured him on Mint Julep, he'd looked it up and made sure he knew how to make it to traditional specification. Why? He hung out with her for like, an hour. And yet here he was... In Seattle. The fuck? And he was pretty sure he was sitting down the bar from the girl's sister. Weird. Cool, but .. Just take a deep breath, it's not like shadows are carrying liquor bottles.
Terri x Kurai: Well... it was late - least on the mun's side - thus time to pack up the little troublesome vamp and head on out. Turning around on the barstool, she'd slip off the stool and gave a nod to Alex then a smirk of mischief to Winnie before hands went into her pockets and out the door she went.
Winnie Preston: The party was breaking up. That sucked. She smiled at the beautiful Terri, lifting a slim hand to wave as the sleek vamp headed out, the many odd bells on Winnie's wrist chiming softly as she waved.
Alex Vipond: "Later..." He nodded to Terri as she headed out, and then looked back to the other two before his gaze settled on Winnie. "How's Milli?" Yes he was presuming, but he'd spoken to Milli about siblings last they'd met. If this woman was Winnie, and odds were she was in fact so named, then she wouldn't be in the least confused at his question.
Winnie Preston: Confused, no but perhaps surprised. Hard to tell given her ever neutral and warm expression. "She's alright. She had a... a hard time of it the other night but I believe she's feeling better. May I tell her who asked about her?" Sort of night and day from the one he asked about, a prep and a hippy but be that as it may, Winnie never really met a stranger.
Basic Secrets: Well, eavesdropping isn't the most polite thing to do, but why not continue? Millie had a hard time? That could be anything from a hangover to a car wreck(as would apply to ugly dates or actual vehicular damage). No more Jameson, speaking of driving and accidents.
Alex Vipond: "Alex." he smiled at her. "I understand about the difficult time she had." As close as he would come to admitting his part in the events of that night. Lifting his glass, he took a sip and then set the glass back down.
Winnie Preston: "I'm Winnie." She smiled as well but her gaze went sidelong for a moment, still a little concerned about her baby-half. She didn't recognize the name Alex which meant that true to her word, Milli had spilled no details. A n y w a y she glanced towards the back room where she hoped Aleksei was getting some much needed sleep before turning curious owl gaze on Alex and Adam once more. "So you know Terri as well? She's very nice." By nice, she meant creepy and in general, terrifying. But nice worked.
Alex Vipond: "We are acquainted." he nodded. "She owns a club here in Seattle. I'm a musician, she's got a venue." And he was booked there for New Year's Eve. He'd get a few high profile, local venues booked for the coming year and spend the rest of his time in the studio and relaxing after this year's fucking grueling tour. Seriously, Alex was something of a neat freak, and he'd damned near cried when he'd dropped his toothbrush in the toilet of the tour bus when he'd fallen asleep on his feet. That... took talent.
Winnie Preston: He said he was a Musician and she knew that he was. Rather even despite the opium fog, she k n e w she recognized him from somewhere. He was in a video -- couple videos in fact and it was songs she r e a l l y liked. But which song? God, it was one of her favorites too. Winnie was staring at him, you know that expression, like you're only half hearing what the person is saying because you're trying desperately to figure out something.
Alex Vipond: It would depend on how old the video was. If it was pre-2006, he was blond and looked all of twelve. Seeing the wheels turning, he pulled his phone, then when he pulled up the song on YouTube, he slid it toward her.
Winnie Preston: That was the video. A Mona Lisa smile appeared. She used to write this guy's name in her school notebooks and draw hearts around his name. Alex this, Alex that. I love Alex. She wasn't going to be admitting to that, that'd be weird. She didn't even scream or act like a fan girl-- yet. Mostly she seemed to be composed because she was trying to figure out how to ask a rock star to take a selfie without seeming psychotic (but this meeting could not go without going on Instagram. None of her old sorority sisters would believe her without proof. I love Alex. -- Stop that. Ok. Breathe. She nodded and politely slid his phone back. "That's the one."
Alex Vipond: Oh, that wouldn't be the least psychotic, not even remotely stalkerish. That would have been in 2004 when a chick followed him into the men's room. Talk about awkward. Like it wasn't difficult enough to stand at a urinal, but to do so when some crazed fan followed you? Talk about performance anxiety.
Winnie Preston: Hopefully that wasn't Winnie. Coulda been. "I liked that song and several others." Hippy was understated to the very end even if she was wanting to call her old friends, even if she was wanting to kill her baby-half for not mentioning this.
Basic Secrets: Adam listened and couldn't bring himself to interrupt. He stood up and left his cash on the bar as tip. This evening had been nothing if not entertaining. A motel bed was calling his name. He headed out with that song stuck in his head. Damn it...
Alex Vipond: "That was the chart topper. It was actually named number one adult pop song of the decade not long ago." Taking his phone back, he slid it into his pocket, then killed his bourbon, before responding with a smile and a heartfelt, "Thanks."
Winnie Preston: That song was the s h i t. If Adam had to have a song stuck in his head, that'd be the top pick. She was still attempting to act like she had some sense here, mind you -- but between the voodoo opium fog and meeting her biggest teen crush (she had six Alex posters in her room back when she was head cheer leader in high school, back when she kissed Tommie Adams cause he looked halfway like Alex but he tasted like Doritos and his braces got in the way). She was still not acting like a rabid fan. For one thing, she was too stoned to squeal appropriately. And really, Winnie was just too laconic to get crazy. She glanced down, fox lashes lowering. Still trying to figure out how to ask a total stranger for a picture. -- A baby. Asking for that would be weird. Ok a picture. Just a picture. "So." Hm. This wasn't going stellar so far.
Alex Vipond: When the dude got up to leave, Alex nodded to him. "Have a good night, man." At the murmured So, from Winnie, Alex looked back at her and smiled. "Sure." He slid his glass across the bar and gestured for a refill as he slid from his bar stool to move down the bar a bit so Winnie could get her picture.
Winnie Preston: When the other guy left and it seemed quieter, she had to tap pause on being a rabid fan for a moment, laconic gaze going back to Alex. "She's really going to be alright you think?" She glanced down, lashes dipping. "She's at ... I guess he's her boyfriend's place. Weird." Picture time. She grinned -- and it was damned hard to get Winnie to pull anything more than the Mona Lisa smile, count on one hand how often it happened. Pulling her phone from her pocket, the gypsy queen wandered around where he was sitting, shook out unkempt Rapunzel mane and eased in close. iPhone aimed. Laconic grin. Click click click.
Alex Vipond: "She was shaken up a bit, but yeah, she'll be okay." When she came over, he put his arm around her and after she got her pics, he slid her phone from her fingers and offered it out to the bar tender to get a full shot. A smile and a nod were given to the tender as the phone was offered back and Alex resettled on his bar stool. "What did she tell you about that night?"
Winnie Preston: She leaned to take a picture, a thankful grin given to the musician and bar tender both before she took her phone, neatly pocketing it. "Thank you so much. I hate to be the squealing fan but... That song got me through middle school." She kinda grinned. Then. "Honestly not much. Unlike her. She said some men had targeted her either for robbery or some kind of kidnapping. She said two people were her saviors, and she didn't know what became of the men." Wait. Could she be saying this in front of the bar tender? He had asked though! "And that one of her rescuers saw her home safely, and she ran to her boyfriend's house."
Alex Vipond: "Sad but yeah, that's pretty much it. The two who tried to take her I heard later on the news were in a fatal crash. Flipped their van and ran into a power pole. Van caught fire." He shook his head as if that were just the most awful thing. "But they didn't manage to harm her."
Winnie Preston: That was strange. She wasn't hoping for a great party for the men who tried to harm her baby-half but hearing they'd been killed in a wreck was weird. She couldn't feel happy or sad about it, she felt a weird...numb...instead. She smiled at the mention of them not harming MilliBear. "I'm new here. That happened the first night I arrived. Welcome to Seattle!"
Alex Vipond: Alex chuckled. "Bette than what happened shortly after I arrived, there was a riot of some sort. Gang activity." read zombie apocalypse.... "It was bad, but fortunately nothing like that has happened since."
Winnie Preston: Lazy was the grin, she lowered a nod. "Glad to hear nothing like that has happened since." She chuckled. "Well I should finish this and go collect my passed out man and get him home." Aleksei had been up for over fifty hours now. She finished her drink and tipped the tumbler towards him in good cheer. "To new friends and Seattle."
Alex Vipond: Alex lifted his glass and nodded. "To new friends and Seattle." he smiled and then knocked his drink back, before he slid from the stool. He dropped a tip to the bar.
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Post by Alex Vipond on Oct 21, 2014 1:22:01 GMT -8
BunnyfuI: Bunny was there so the service was extra friendly. Louisville Slugger in hand, she jabbed it at the guy as she showed him out. He didn't put up too much of a fight because Scott was at the door. Once the rude drunk was shown out, she turned, prowling her mean skinny ass back to the bar and wandered around on her side of the rabbit cage. Teeny denim skirt and mean girl boots, red socks that went all the way to skinny thighs, a little black hoodie that said FUCK OFF KTHNX. Clint Eastwood scowl intact, she glanced around making sure nobody else wanted to be cute. I mean she still had the bat in her hands.
Alex Vipond: Dirty Harriet. Alex parked the Benz, and slid out, then rounded the car to Meghan's side and pulled the door open. Offering his hand out, he smiled at her, and once she was clear, he closed the door. Tucking her hand into the crook of his arm, he led her inside, free hand tapping the lock button twice to lock and set the alarm on the car before the keys were dropped into his jeans pocket. A nod was given Scott, and that drunk... was damned lucky Nadia wasn't around. She'd eat him just on principle.
Make Me MentaI: Once they parked and Alex came around to help her out, she took his hand and slid free from her seat as she stepped up and out. With her hand tucked in place, Meghan walked with him as they approached the place. A curious eye given the drunk and she smirked. Alex thought Nadia. Megan thought Nicole. Nod given to Scott, along with a small smile as they headed inside. "Could definitely use something to chase the chill away."
BunnyfuI: More people coming in. Jesus. This meant she'd have to work so already the Chuck Norris face was flashing. Course her expression and demeanor changed when she saw Alex. It was almost bipolar how fast the chick could cruise from vicious to pleasant. Don't go crazy, she didn't smile or anything. But the almost-smile flashed. Almost. Breaking laws left and right, she grabbed up her glass of whiskey for a sloshy taste. "Hey." Given to the two. She didn't have opium eyes tonight. Aside from booze, her eyes were clear gray. In other words, nothing to take the edge off. But again, it was Alex so she was a well behaved Rabbit.
Alex Vipond: "Hey, Bunny, how's my favorite bartender at the Opium tonight?" Note he specified which bar. Styx would beat him with a drum stick if he said favorite anywhere. "This is my wife, Meghan..." Alex looked at Meghan and smiled. "This is Bunny." She was a Preston, he thought. Maybe. Wasn't too certain.
Make Me MentaI: Once inside, she didn't shed the leather jacket just yet. She'd give it a while. Once they reached the bar, Alex was making intros while the girl on the other side, was greeting them. Sorta. "Hey." she replied. "Nice to meet you : Bunny." She let Alex chose his seat first and while very tempted to climb up in his lap, she thought it best to save the lap dance for later and took the seat next to him.
BunnyfuI: Let's be real. Bunny didn't care where she was his favorite, he said my favorite so her night was set. He had a wife. Course he did. All the rock stars had wives that looked like super models. First the guy from Kings of Leon and then Alex. She determined if she ever lost her mind and got married, she'd marry a rock star. She just to pretend to be pleasant and decent long enough to catch one. It was a delicate thing, tricking someone into thinking she was nice. Anyway. Shoving back the dark witch's mane, she stared at them both, unblinking same as she always did. Eventually she snapped out of it and gave an almost-smile. Almost. "I'm awesome Alex thanks. And nice to meet you as well. What'll it be?" Please say opium so she could stop working and go party in the back.
Alex Vipond: "I'll have a Glenmorangie, three fingers, neat." And then Alex looked at Meghan to see what she wanted, as he settled there on the stool and leaned his side against the bar.
Make Me MentaI: "I'll have the same." she replied and thumbed over at her husband. First night they had been out, together, alone, in a while. Was nice to be able to get out and let loose a bit.
BunnyfuI: Coming right up. Actually nothing was ever coming right up, at least not too quickly, when Bunny was working. But she didn't go it her usual trifling snail pace for Alex and his wife. Wandering to the poisons, she got them the Glenny's, one for each, three fingers worth with no pessky ice or water or anything to chase it. Just straight up Glen. Sliding their drinks to them on paper napkins which bore the bar's logo, she retreated to her redheaded stepchild spot and, like a mean gargoyle, perched to sit on her side of the bar given 'em their time and blending in somewhat with the dark bricks behind her.
Alex Vipond: Alex was used to vicious little things. He had a sister, after all. Bunny's demeanor wasn't off-putting in the least. "Thanks," was offered out to her as she sent their drinks to them, and Alex picked his up, and watched as it rolled slowly while he turned the glass. You could tell good whiskey by how long it took for the legs to run back down the sides.
Make Me MentaI: Meghan had pretty much settled in to her seat now and once Bunny got them their drinks, she watched Alex with his and smirked. "Whatever you can do, I can do better." Not really, given certain.... differences, but she almost could! And so with that, Meghan was tossing her own back. She looked to Alex, leaned in a bit and grinned as she whispered. "Couple more of these and well... when we get home? Let's play I'll show you mine if you show me yours?" She flashed her teeth and then waggledher brows.
BunnyfuI: "Are y'all comin to the masquerade? Winnie might hurt you if you don't." Though really, it'd be amusing seeing Winnie trying to be mean? Winnie was one of those lame caring types that actually picked up spiders with a newspaper to escort them outside. Anyway she slid from her perch like a Halloween cat and knocked back the rest of her whiskey. She didn't know they were whispering smush stuff. An almost-smile given to them when she heard Alex she muttered, "Thursday. I think I'ma be a Barbie." Sometimes she just liked irony. She'd put in an order for some of the house grilled cheeses before they arrived because she didn't have anything in her belly unless pot, whiskey and bitterness counted. So when she prowled her mean ass back, she had a plate of the Winnie Grilled Cheeses, you know the ones with three cheeses, a pat of butter and a fist full of bacon crammed between. She set it on the bar and snagged one. "Eat up if ya want."
Alex Vipond: "I'm all for that second part, but my GOD, woman do not so sorely abuse good whiskey!" Alex looked over at Bunny and grinned. "We are." he nodded. "Got my costume already to roll." When the sandwiches hit the bar, Alex stared. "Oh, my God...." He eyed those sandwiches and yes, his mouth watered. "Don't mind if I do." he reached over and plucked one from the plate, and offered it to Meghan first for a bite. "Winnie sammiches. They're the bomb."
BunnyfuI: Hang in the bar all night, no sign of Blue. Mention food and he appears.
Make Me MentaI: "Masquerade? That would be fun." she replied and nodded. She was about to say something more until Alex spoke up and she chuckled and shrugged. "What are you going to do about it? Hm?" Damn tease. When the sandwiches were offered, Meghan watched as Alex snagged one and when he offered it to her for a bite, she leaned forward and took a good bite. "Mmmm." Nod followed. "Really good."
BunnyfuI: Leavin' the plate there with a couple of sandwiches left in the pile, she went to her spot once more. Hitching up to sit on the bar again, on her side of the Rabbit Cage, she nibbled at her food. Course she was only eating so that she could follow up with opium and questionable choices. Not bothering with a glass, she had a pull of Jack from the bottle this time and sorta listened to the Rock Star and Meghan but she was mostly silent as a graveyard and just as friendly as one too. Thinking about her costume while she ate, either a perky plastic Barbie. Or maybe Dorothy. Being Dorothy would give her an excuse to get some glittery ruby heels which she'd never wanted, till just now.
Alex Vipond: "When we get home... I'll turn you over my knee." Alex nodded. Yeah, that would end with Gus sitting on him. No, seriously. Gus was highly protective and even Alex got the hairy eyeball from the huge canine if he got a little boisterous with the slap and tickle. Which was why Gus was not allowed in the bedroom.
Make Me MentaI: "Don't threaten me with a good time." she replied and then grabbed his wrist to hold up the sandwich once more for another bite. Then as she chewed, turned her attention back to Bunny. "Halloween is my favorite Holiday of the year. You?" She asked.
BunnyfuI: Johnny Cash was playing in the background just lazily coursing through the place like heroin. But the music was Bunny's choice tonight so soon enough it'd be like Wutang Clan or some shit. Nibbling and drinking, she yelled at Scott. "Lock this shit up! Unless it's a regular or someone with money, fuck 'em." She needed to get high or she was apt to go serial. Obviously Alex and Meg were fine and one of the regular smokers might still wander up -- like that weird Brit kid in skinny jeans or Decimus's drunk ass or whoever. "Mine's Christmas. I get socks and scarves and shit every year and a new bottle of perfume. But Halloween's a close second." But I mean Christmas was like another birthday, except with lights and sugar cookies and shit, what wasn't to love. "We should do a haunt maze here in the bar." She just thought of that. Meg made her think of it. Cause nothing said love really like scaring the living shit out of your pals.
Alex Vipond: Smirking, Alex took a bite of the sandwich, and chewed slowly. "Christmas is good. Last year we went up the mountain, to this little town that looked like a Swiss village, with Christmas lights and snow and shit." Not real shit, but Christmas shit. "A haunted maze would be good." He looked around, nodding. "Could really scare the crap out of people... Not literally, don't want to do that."
Make Me MentaI: She nodded and smiled before glancing t her watch. It wasthen her phone rang and she answered it. The one sided conversation would let Alex know, it was his father in law. With the promise of coming by, Meghan ended the conversation. "Got to make a stop before home. Should probably go now before the places close. I need to pick something up for Charlie."
BunnyfuI: "I'll ask 'em about a maze. They're planning something for Thanksgiving time, some kinda No-Thanksgiving party." But she might be able to talk them into tossing another stoner-fest, wasn't usually real hard to do. Once she finished her sandwich and washed it down with enough Jack to knock over a grown bull, she twisted where she sat on the bar, readying the pipe to chase a couple of dragons. Damn. They were leaving? Her options were really low now, it was like go home and watch reruns of The Golden Girls or get high with Scott. Scott wasn't friendly. Not that Bunny had any leg to stand on when it came to judging people on friendliness.
Alex Vipond: Alex nodded, and offered her another bite of the sandwich, as he knocked back his whiskey. Then he was digging one hand into his jeans pocket for his cash. "Family calls." Charlie was a hoot, no two ways about it, and he played guitar which was cool because he and Alex could sit around and jam from time to time.
Make Me MentaI: "Maze sounds fun though." She knew Alex would cheat. One last bite was taken and she hopped up from her seat as she tucked her phone away. As Alex pulled the money free and tossed it on the bar, Meghan smiled. "We'll be back around again soon. Until then, take it easy." She'd wait for Alex to lead the way before they were car hopping and heading off.
BunnyfuI: She stopped toying with drug paraphernalia and slid from her perch, the almost-smile given to them and really an almost-smile from her that was like, high praise. "Y'all take it easy. See you Thursday." Masquerade!
Alex Vipond: "Goodnight, Bunny!" He waved and headed out, the last of that sandwich devoured as he and Meghan headed for the door and out.
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Styx McKenzi
Plot
Employed, Studio 7, bar tender
Posts: 60
Marital Status: In a relationship
Other Half: Dean Winters
Quotes:
"Okay, I give. There have been entirely too many people moping and looking pensive or down right pissed off. Anybody care to cut the new chick a break and fill me in before something blows up in my face? Because it's never pretty when that happens. Trust me, my cousin Pavol, totally unaware that my other cousin, Sean, had just set a trap for my uncle and BAM!" She smacked her hand down on the bar. "Totally got bee hive, right in the face."
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Post by Styx McKenzi on Oct 22, 2014 14:04:17 GMT -8
Oh So Winnie: Winnie was there, so was the bouncer Scott-- posted at the door. Hippy-hippie was just getting things ready for the party. They had a lot of stuff to do, and not much time to do it. Had to make the whole place up into a haunted bar so for now, a couple of temporary hires -- local high school football players-- were lifting things and toting them into the storage area in the back. Winnie was at the bar, wrapping fake cobwebs around taper candles, and splattering fakity blood on the finished products.
Styx McKenzi: Styx was on the phone as she wandered into the bar, hair damp from the rain, and quilted coat on to combat the cold. Apparently someone decided it was time to be chilly and turned the weather down to frigid. So much for the nice sixty and seventy degree days. "No, I am not telling ma, you do it, she's your aunt and it was your fuck up." Continuing inward, she paused, one hand on her hip momentarily before she threw it up in the air. "Esti atât de prost!" And yes, she hung up on his dumb ass. Dropping the phone into her pocket, she finally took note of the activity, "Wow." They were certainly taking this seriously. She wandered toward the bar, a smile given the temp who were doing the heavy lifting.
Oh So Winnie: It was nice and quiet in the bar for now, it typically didn't get crazy until the witching hours. Was mostly just Scott, Winnie and a couple of regulars clustered at a booth. Winnie was in her usual -- pair of blue jeans that looked like they might be older than Winnie, a soft fuzzy black hoodie and old Converse. Well, it was quiet and peaceful aside from the boys moving things. Noticing the gal coming in, she grinned warmly. Winnie didn't do the stranger thing very well, apparent by her smile. "Hi there." She paused in candle wrapping, wiped fake blood from her hands and slid a laminated menu over. Plastic ash trays were on the bar despite the pesky law against it. "What can I get you started with?" Looking down, she dapped at the fake blood on her jeans but... well these jeans would probably just have dots of blood on them from now on.
Styx McKenzi: Oooh, food! She was down with that, and really it was lunch time. You'd think she'd get tired of bar food, being that she tended bar at the Studio, but nope. Styx was a bottomless pit, and hardened arteries weren't even a prelude to being a consideration. With her metabolism, it was a miracle she wasn't a stick figure. "Hi." Styx looked up from the menu long enough to greet the woman, "Great, can I have a VO and Seven?" It was that or shots and it was a little early to start doing shots.
Oh So Winnie: It was a little early to be downing shots but the good surgeon Rook would be there soon enough with tequila shots lined up. Anyway, Winnie nodded with a little smile and wandered to the booze selection to get the drink. She didn't know much about bartending, and the real bartenders weren't there so she took a slight detour to the kitchen, asking for help. The cook, he drank a lot. He knew what went into most everything. Armed with this scant knowledge, she eventually drifted back out from with words like Seagram's and other stuff just implanted in her brain. Based on what the cook told her, she managed! Believe it or not. Drink slid over on a paper napkin which bore the bar's logo. And Winnie was hungry. She n e v e r got tired of food, bar food or otherwise. Fingers tapping over the touch screen register, she ordered food for herself. Stat.
Styx McKenzi: Styx looked up from the menu and smiled once more. "Thanks." Lifting the glass, she took a sip and then set the glass back down as she went back to perusing the menu. "I will have the Kansas City steak with the skillet fries and the loaded nachos." Yep, despite her size, she could and would eat all that.
Oh So Winnie: "Sure thing." Little cheeky grin with peach color playing on her complexion, she wandered back to the touch screen. "How do you want your steak?" She'd wait to put in the order till Styx told her then there'd be some tapping of fingers. Be a few minutes before their food was up, so she wandered back to the candlestick pile on her side of the bar, wrapping more of them with cobweb mess. No fake blood yet, she liked saving that part for last. She was there in case her patron wanted company but otherwise Winnie didn't bug folks much. The employees were little more than part of the decor unless people w a n t e d to yap.
Styx McKenzi: "Rare." She smiled and leaned back, taking up her VO and Seven, and taking another sip. She wasn't much of one for drinking whiskey straight up so the Seven Up masked it. Granted, VO was smoother than Seagrams 7, but still it wasn't a far cry from tasting like it was strained through someone's dirty gym socks. "So this is all for tomorrow or are you going to leave it up until after Halloween?"
Oh So Winnie: "Well. It's for tomorrow but since you mentioned it, maybe I should just leave it till after Halloween. The regulars will like it." Hopefully. If not, they'd be... offended till the first of November. Pausing with her candle mess, she lifted her Fiji for a swig of water. Unlike ....three quarters of the other employees, Winnie didn't get drunk while she was working. Hell half the time she didn't even smoke up if she was on the clock. "Are you coming: tomorrow?" She got kinda excited. Another guest!
Styx McKenzi: "I am. Alex mentioned it and well, I can't pass up a party." Like, ever. "What time is it?" She'd have to dig into her closet and figure out what she could use, but she was certain she had something in there to use. "Especially a costume party. Those are the bomb."
Oh So Winnie: Alex. Rock Star. He wrote that song when Winnie was in middle school. She used to doodle hearts in her notebook with his name in them. Ok, she still did sometimes but not as often. She'd gotten to know him enough that she didn't act so fan girl around him anymore even though the first night she met him, she certainly begged to take a selfie with him for Instagram, which he graciously allowed. Sighed. Unprofessional. Anyway. She kinda grinned at her patron. "Eight!" (8 PM Eastern.) "Scuse me one sec." Wandering off, she eventually came back balancing a big ole tray of platters. Loaded nachos, a skillet of fries, rare K.C. steak. She set everything out on warmer pads and grinned again. "Dig in. If anything aint right just let me know. I'm Winnie."
Styx McKenzi: "Styx." She smiled, as she offered her hand out, even as her mouth watered at the sight and scent of the food. "And cool, I will so be here." Taking up her fork and knife, she cut into the steak, and all but groaned when she put that first bite into her mouth. Chewing slowly, she rolled her eyes and nodded. It wasn't just good, it was Goooood.
Oh So Winnie: She grinned, same laconic grin as usual. She shook her hand and let her eat. Oh, crap, forgot about her own food. It was done as well, duh. Grilled cheese! She glanced back at Styx just checking the facial expression -- they didn't serve a ton of food but what they did serve, Winnie demanded be yummy. "Neat name. And if you happen to know anyone who wants a quick two hundred bucks tonight, text 'em and let me know?" Was that legal, hiring people and paying them under the table? Probably not. Oh well. "I need a little help getting the decorations shoved out and the high school boys have to vacate at ten." ~
Styx McKenzi: Styx gave her that, are you serious look, and then lifted her hand. "I could so use an extra two hundred." Never mind that she had a pussy worth millions, the cat was on an allowance. Granted that allowance helped out with the bills and such, but it wasn't going to make her rich or keep her in boots. At least not all the boots she wanted to get, unless it was a BOGO.
Oh So Winnie: "Alright." Winnie was so laid back --and usually so high-- she agreed to whatever. Not that she didn't want to hire Styx but she hated for any little surprises to be ruined. But hey, if the chick wanted cash for boots and stuff, Winnie would never stop her. "I'll comp your meal and drink. When you're done eating --take your time-- start hanging up cobwebs and ... whatever. Go nuts. The shit's in the back storage, all the dec. stuff." She opened the fake blood and got to dripping. One hand. Grilled cheese in her other hand. "I want some absinthe. You want some?"
Styx McKenzi: "Absinthe..." Styx nodded. "Sure." She'd never tried it, but hell she was up for anything. You pretty much had to be when you were half Romanian, half Irish. And you'd better have a cast iron liver. Styx coninuted to eat,
Styx McKenzi: popping one of those skillet fries into her mouth, before going back to the steak and no, don't think for a moment that she forgot those nachos.
Oh So Winnie: She was going to cut it with some water anyway -- they couldn't work very well if they both went skipping into Wonderland seeing Smurfs, Fraggles and whatever. Abandoning her spider web mess for a second, she plopped the spoons
Oh So Winnie: onto the French crystal glasses, still holding her nosh in her other hand, nomming. Sugar cubes. Yada yaa. Splashed the green shit within and followed it with some water. Not much. No point in swilling the fairy sauce if you
Oh So Winnie: watered it down TOO much, just enough so they wouldn't go straight into the Rabbit Hole. When she was done, she slid Styx's glass over to her with cheeky grin. ~
Styx McKenzi: Styx watched as it was prepped and really, she didn't know shit about absinthe. She knew moonshine. She knew tuica. And that shit would knock you on your ass. Never underestimate the Romanian ability to turn plums into hard
Styx McKenzi: liquor. Taking up the glass, she looked at Winnie, waiting to see if it was sipped or shot back, or what.
Oh So Winnie: Oh. Well, sometimes the sugar cubes were lit, but purists in France & England where the real stuff was distilled, denounced the burning practice as gimmicky. So this waas just strong anise with a little water and sugar to cut it.
Oh So Winnie: Strong enough maybe for mild hallucinations but nothing over the top -- over the top usually happened at like one AM. Winnie clinked her glass lightly to Styx's and had a sip. She didn't swill her's personally, though ....it
Oh So Winnie: probably didn't matter much. With the water, the green shade was almost lime or bright. Looked like mint. Would taste like licorice. Bleh. Bottom's up. ~
Oh So Winnie: that was a lot of boring description. sorry.
Styx McKenzi: (No worries, I was looking up what it would taste like, because I've never had it.)
Oh So Winnie: licorice
Oh So Winnie: its not a mild drink
Oh So Winnie: the sugar helps some but its like eating a fistful of pure licorice
Styx McKenzi: (WHich explains why John won't touch it.)
Oh So Winnie: LOL
Oh So Winnie: they make some fake watered down shit in america but it aint good. and it taste like mint which meants it fake
Oh So Winnie: you get trippy cause of the anise in it, the wormwood. but winnie cut it some. its a... different... drink
Styx McKenzi: Glasses touched, Styx lifted hers to take a sip, letting it roll around a bit before swalling. She gave a nod, "It's different." Very much so, there was a bit of bitter in the underlying flavor, but the overall feel was a blend
Styx McKenzi: that... okay it would take some getting used to, but Styx was down for just about anything. She took another drink and then went back to her steak. It wouldnt' take long and that bitch would be gone.
Oh So Winnie: Winnie was very young and sometimes made questionable (see: dumb) choices so soon enough she'd add opium to her dinner palette and s t i l l try to work. Ought to be cute. Winnie was so laid back, for real, Styx could take three hours to eat and Winnie would neither notice nor care. She had more of her greenie drink and set it down, grinning laconically at like, nothing, while she wrapped another candlestick.
Styx McKenzi: Oh, never fear, it never took Styx long to eat. It was that high metabolism. She could literally wolf her food down and still look for more. When she was down to just the nachos she did slow a bit, and took another drink of that absinthe. Probably not the best flavor combinations, but the food did take away the bitter undertone.
Oh So Winnie: She forgot to turn on music. Jeesh. No wonder Winnie just owned the place, and hired other people to actually run it. Turning for a second to fiddle with switches and dials, she filled the place with mellow Doors. She looked around to see what she should start in on next.
Styx McKenzi: Styx left some of the nachos to be munched on as she worked and then her narrow ass was off that bar stool. She stripped out of her coat because face it, it was plenty warm inside and she didn't need what as, in essence a ski jacket. Even if it was a bit more stylish. She draped it over her bar stool, then went to work, stringing webs and hanging decorations. She even threw some of those plastic spiders into the webs here and there. Styx was stringing spider webs and hanging other decorations, and generally making the place look like it should be condemned. What better way to celebrate Halloween, than in something horrifically spooky. But in a fun way! Occasionally she'd head back to the bar, munch on her nachos or take a drink of her drink, and then she'd be right back in it.
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Post by Alex Vipond on Feb 12, 2015 10:59:58 GMT -8
7 February, 2015
Very Winnie: Another Saturday night in rainy Seattle and the bar was open, as always, for business (and pleasure). With Bunny out on leave, it was Winnifred who stood behind the bar in a pair of beat up blue jeans and soft cuddly black sweater, a wealth of shining golden hair slithering down her spine all the way to her nearly-chubby ass. For the time being, while on the clock, she had a bottle of Fiji -- but you know with Winnie, that shit might change at any time and as it was, even though she hadn't drank a drop, she was probably a l i t t l e high.
Alex Vipond: Despite the rain, Alex was out and about and still rolling in the Jaguar. He was going to need to rent space to put his cars. Or start parking them on the half court in the back yard. Sliding out of the car, he didn't even bother to turn his collar up against the rain. Alex just locked the car up and headed inside, taking a moment once there to shake the water off and look around before he headed for the bar. "Well look at you. Long time, no see." Never mind the fact that he'd been in the studio more often than not of late.
Very Winnie: Laconic gaze going to the incoming, the usual lazy warm smile tugged at her mouth. "Hey Alex." It had been a minute since she'd seen him. If she still had a poster of him behind her closet door, she wasn't going to bring it up. "Sit sit, tell me how you've been. And what can I get ya?" She tucked golden hair behind her ear, many thin silver bangles clapping on her arm with the gesture.
Alex Vipond: "Glenmorangie. Make it a double..." that should be some indication as to his state. "I'm.... fine." Everyone knows what fine means, right? Alex shrugged out of his coat and settled onto a bar stool. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out his smokes. Yes, he was back to that again, but come on; it wasn't like they were going to kill him. Lighting one up, he set the pack and the lighter on the bar.
Very Winnie: Scottish whiskey. Double. She was on it. Winnie studied him in silence when he answered because yes, everyone knew what fine meant. She smiled understanding --about life in general and being fine-- and quietly turned to grab the bottle before splashing it into a glass tumbler. She slid that glass to him on a napkin bearing the bar's name, along with a ceramic ashtray. Then she leaned on her side of the bar, her chin in her palms. "Christmas was crazy. We had to go to Virginia cause Bunny got married. I was a bridesmaid. Things seem to just now be getting almost back to normal. You know I just took my Christmas tree down like a week ago?"
Alex Vipond: "Yeah, I wanted to get there but shit got in the way." When she added that she'd just taken her tree down, Alex looked up at her, and cracked a small smile. "I hope it wasn't a live one. I think I'm going to get a live one, roots and all, and plant that fucker in the middle of my living room, and then decorate it for each holiday. President's Day? Bunch of old, white wigged fuckers. Easter? Cover it in colored eggs. St. Paddy's day, it's already green so..."
Very Winnie: She half grinned and shook her head, he didn't miss much -- it was all GOP and Southern Baptist Royalty, and Bunny just waiting to escape and hop a plane. "It wasn't live!" Thankfully. Fire hazard much? Winnie's grin lingered when he mentioned his tree idea. "Do it. Imagine how drunk everyone could get on Independence Day, decorating it. Ground Hogs Day. Chinese New Year." They could just keep thinking of holidays which served as excuses to party. "Secretary Day. Arbor Day."
Alex Vipond: Alex reached over and flicked his ash into the ash tray before he lifted his glass and took a goodly sip of that whiskey. "There's always a holiday somewhere." He set his glass back down and took another drag, before he glanced around. "Christ where'd everyone go?" There was almost always someone lazing about, toking on a hookah and staring off, glassy eyed into the distance.
Very Winnie: She frowned and looked around. "It's been quiet for a while. Blue stopped coming around once he realized that Bunny wasn't interested. Rook, I imagine is at the hospital but will be here for her tequila later. That Aaron fellow hasn't come around in a while so he must be under a rock or into mischief."
Alex Vipond: "Possibly jail." Everyone took a trip off the farm now and then. Alex crushed out his cigarette and finished off his whiskey, then slid the glass over for a refill. One thing, perhaps rather conspicuous, was the absence of his wedding ring. He still wore rings, a few in fact, but that left ring finger was bare.
Very Winnie: "Probably." Aaron, especially, seemed to be fond of the big house. Taking his glass, she wandered her curvy ass around to get him a refill. She'd noticed the lack of a certain ring but she made no mention of it. Instead she kept up with talk of the quiet bar. "If I plan some Fuck Valentine's party with strippers, orgies and drugs they'll all come of their hidey holes." Question was did she wanna bother? Quiet was kinda nice. Refill obtained, and not stingy with the amount, she slid it back to her favorite singer.
Alex Vipond: "That would be a good one." Alex nodded, taking up his glass again. "Question..." he paused to light up another cigarette, smoke exhaled before he continued. "If you break up with someone, but bought them a Valentine's gift before the split... Do you still give it to them, or return it or what?"
Very Winnie: Winnie winked at him when he said it'd be a good one. Wandering to the cash register, she checked her texts. There was something from Aleksei and another from Rook. Scrolling through, she texted the sleek vampire woman. Alex's here if you want to come hang. Then she texted this, Oh I mean here at Absinthe. Hazel gaze went back to Alex and she wandered back to him, chin in her palms, a sad smile of empathy given. "Well. If Aleksei and I broke up and he gave me a gift, even for that reason--he already had it-- I would figure some part of him is hoping for reconciliation. So that depends on the message you want to send."
Alex Vipond: Enough said. It was painful enough as it was, Alex didn't need to drag it out and give hope where there wasn't any. He nodded, and then took up his glass again. "That settles that." Taking another drag, he flicked his ash again, before lifting the glass once more. No nipples on the scotch for him, he was drinking it down fairly fast.
Terri x Kurai: Terri miraculously got the text and grinned - like she needed to ask right? Letting Emilio and Geri know where she was headed, she left the buzzing club and headed over to the more quieter Absinthe in her '67 flaming Mustang, pulling up outside and climbing out after car was parked and engine off - the usual protocol. Popping the door open, she climbed out and walked up to the door, though with a devilish smirk. Barely opening the door open a crack, the shadows moved... discreetly at first... though a tendril would creep up along Winnie's back and wrap around her neck - it would feel cold, but no pressure, sort of like someone wrapping an icepack around her.
Very Winnie: Quietly she sighed, having put two and two together of course. Without comment she reached and delicately curled her fingers on Alex's arm in silent support. She had his back, she had friendship for him --- and she had unlimited booze (and pot, opium, some X, Molly, et). She might have moved to kiss his cheek but something cold wrapped her neck and scared the bejeezus out of her. She didn't see the woman yet, but since something cold touched her and she came close to pissing her Victoria's Secret, she assumed the vampire had arrived. Winnie yelped and swatted her hands, squirming as if she had a spider on her. So not funny.
Alex Vipond: Alex watched as Winnie went crazy for a few seconds, and then he felt Terri's arrival. He looked over his shoulder and shook his head. "You're just wrong, you know that?" He picked up his glass again and drained it, sliding it back over as he turned back toward the bar.
Terri x Kurai: The shadows peeled away slowly and Terri walked into the bar with an ear to ear grin, dressed in black overalls with a purple long sleeve top underneath. That rose and music notes tattoo on her side and hip semi-revealed since the hem of the shirt stopped just above her pierced navel. "I never said I was right." She replied, heading in and giving Winnie a one armed hug first as though that would make up for her scare before plopping down at the bar. "So how we all doing?"
Alex Vipond: "Fine." There went that word again and Alex gave a halfhearted attempt at a smile that looked more like a snarl than anything. "I'm going to drink, heavily. You?" When Winnie refilled his glass it, lifted it, took one last drag off his smoke before crushing it out, and then chased it with a drink of scotch.
Terri x Kurai: Wait... it just occurred to Terri that he was... smoking? And not in the 'hot' way either. An eyebrow rose as icy blues reassessed the situation she was being faced with. "I don't drink any of that." She replied slowly, glancing to Winnie as though expecting a hint or explanation before back on Alex. "Fine is my ass, not your mood. What's up?"
Very Winnie: Easily she leaned into the curl of Terri's arm despite the slight chill to the sleek woman's skin. While her heartbeat was still a bit wonky from the fright, it was all in good fun and soon the warm laconic grin appeared. Now, where was she? She glanced between the two waiting for a pause in case Terri wanted anything, and checked to make sure that Alex's tumbler had been topped off. For now then she loitered, her bottle of Fiji lifted for a swill, November gaze remaining on the two.
Alex Vipond: Alex looked down at his left hand, and then lifted it, waving his fingers at her. "We've decided to file." Was it too soon to light up again? Chain smoking wasn't a good look and it was really not helping his clothes or his hair. He'd have to shower and do a load of laundry when he got home.
Terri x Kurai: "Decided to file..." She started and, when he waved his fingers at her, it still took a little longer than it probably should have before realizing what Alex meant. "Oh! File!" The lightbulb went on at last! She looked over at Winnie a moment as though gauging whether it was too soon to offer party plans or not. Finger idly tapping on the bar, she looked back at Alex. "And... this is good or bad?" She finally asked - legit concerns!
Very Winnie: From her side of the bar, Winnie was watching and listening though she didn't pry or pipe up. Silent for her part, the hippy-hippie turned and wandered her almost-chubby ass to the various controls and dials. Flick of a dial and Echo & the Bunnymen filled the place. Soon enough it'd transition into Deftones, Johhny Cash, and whatever else. Prowling barefoot, the golden mane slinking lightly as she moved, she went to the shelves and just took down the bottle of Scotch rot gut, sliding it to Alex. On the house, which she'd tell him later. For Terri there was a warm laconic smile to see if she wanted anything.
Alex Vipond: "Definitely good for our sanity." He shook out another cigarette from the pack, then looked inside and crumped it up before dropping it back to the bar. Lighting up, he picked up his scotch and took another drink. "I don't know. I can't even pinpoint when things started to go wrong. It's like it snuck up. This last tour didn't help. Kind of slammed home how off things are."
Terri x Kurai: What Terri wanted - or would want eventually - she probably couldn't get here so catching Winnie's smile, she gave a shake of her head. "You know when I'm here it's a lazy night for ya." She said with a grin then looked back to Alex as he explained. After a moment, she finally spoke up - and no, Terri didn't have what people considered to be tact - or manners really. She really lacked in the area of 'humanity' which really shouldn't be some surprise when thought about it. "Well, I didn't like her to be honest." And honest she was being! "I let it slide since, y'know, for obvious reasons... but she'd made me think of nails on a chalkboard." There was a moment of a pause, before a small smile was given. "So... when's the single again party?"
Very Winnie: For her part, she was still quiet, zoned out to Echo & the Bunnymen and probably still a t e e n s y bit high. Canting her head so that her cheek kissed her own shoulder in a feminine way, she studied Alex and then she turned, off again in the unhurried barefoot prowl. He was smoking so much, and the smell and linger was going to annoy him, even if he did keep smoking. Fiddling in a drawer on her side of the bar, she produced a mini thing of hand sanitizer, a pack of Wrigley's and one more pack of Marlboro. It was like the Smoker's Essential Starter Kit. Without a word, she prowled over and slid the kit to him before taking up a bombshell lean on her side of the bar, plump hip cocked like a calendar girl. No reason. Winnie was always just sex.
No epiphanies: The headlights in his eyes makes him pause: Charlie's feet remain on the curb, one boot teetering onto the street; the other points away, cheap leather feigning a compass that directs him to any place other than here. But all it takes is a stray wind to nudge him onto the crosswalk, the wake of so many tail-lights caught in his periphery: his eyes are blue, but here, as he searches for certainty from the street signs and awnings, they become a blur of fragmented amber, green, red, a kaleidoscope of colors he can't quite blink away even as his stride takes him further up the block, square by square. There are multiples of him in the storefronts, but he doesn't want to see how long his beard's gotten regardless of how often it tickles the dip at his clavicle; he doesn't want to see the lines trisecting a face too creased, too old for twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty -- what happened to him during these additional years on his years? The memory fades with his reflections, glass turning into brick turning into wood foot by foot. The awning reads bar and that's all he needs to know as his palm opens the door; the smell of liquor is all he needs to understand as his pallor finds a more comfortable light. Charlie sits on a stool, smiles, at nothing in particular, and says, "What's the cheapest?"
Alex Vipond: Alex gave Winnie an appreciative smile and then he cracked the cap on that bottle of booze. Man if TMZ could see him now, they'd have a fucking field day. Refilling his glass with the bottom shelf stuff, he looked back at Terri. "How about Valentine's. It's a damned sure thing I don't want any reminders. We can dress it up in skulls and black crepe."
Terri x Kurai: Oh if TMZ got involved, it would turn into Operation Hide Alex pretty quick. Terri was under the radar enough to keep those tabloid fuckers at bay... she didn't perform live anymore. "Oh you leave it up to me." She replied with a grin. "Host it at Eros, invite only." Wink given before turning to look at Winnie after glancing over the new arrival and giving him a nod. "Hey Winnie, think you'd be able to make it to Alex's single again party?"
Very Winnie: TMZ was not going to see him right now. As the hour rolled into nighttime, her bouncer (or security detail for p.c. folks) showed up, looking every bit the brawny mean son of a bitch that he always looked. Even though he was.... right there, twenty steps away give or take, Winnie's lazy ass remained on her side of the bar and texted him. No cameras. Even if someone did happen to get in with a camera or an agenda, the Louisville Slugger was right there under the bar. Mind you, Winnie was far too sweet to use it. But some of these other people present, they seemed sketchy enough. Like the one that just rolled in. He'd probably make soup of someone's face with it if Winnie offered him a free tab. As per the cheapest thing she had, it was draft. Putting her phone down, she wandered over in unhurried barefoot prowl and got just that. Somethin-something on tap. She slid his beer to him a crisp napkin, laconic smile given before she prowled away.
SpitFireFeline: A new city, a new bar. Always moving, always a nomad. Reluctantly leaving his only friend behind in the front seat of his Chevelle, he headed for the doors to scope the place out. Perhaps tonight he would get lucky, though to be honest he wasn't holding his breath. He looked young, in spite of being of age and already had his id flipped out when he reached the front door. He was dressed decent enough with a pair of jeans and a button down top. Nothing too fancy, mind you. After passing through security, he headed for the bar, intelligent hues studying those within and the atmosphere of the bar itself. An empty stool was claimed and a notebook pulled from his pocket. If anyone glanced his way, they'd be greeted with a friendly smile and a nod of his head. Nerves were only noted in the manner that he pushed his shoulder length blond locks back from his face. New places. Same old stories.
No epiphanies: Charlie's a homeless OEF-vet: he's probably more dangerous to himself than to anyone else.
Very Winnie: She pushed from her lazy lean and headed over to Blondie, who seemed young. Leaning on her side of the bar with her chin in her palms, a lazy smile tugged. "What can I get ya??" Meanwhile, she glanced over the other three, just checking on them. Singles party. Winnie could totally do a Single's party. On one condition. "Can I bring Aleksei?" If it was a singles party, she and Leks could pretend to be strangers making out, instead of a cozy couple. Point was could she bring 'em?
Terri x Kurai: It was not a singles party, just a party of friends being all happy go lucky and letting Alex have a good time. And being single again, if he got hit on once or twice or more, unless he had them chased out, he could have his own orgy... but back at his place. "Sure you can bring Aleksei! As long as you two don't try sandwiching me between you again, we're good."
SpitFireFeline: That little notebook was flipped open, a pen pulled from another pocket. Quickly jotting down a few words, he would turn the notepad around so that she could see it. A Dr. Pepper with a pinch of vodka, please. Odd request, but there was little point in him actually drinking and just ordering a DP would have just added to the oddness level. Then again, who was he kidding? He was odd. Meh. Reaching over, he scratched out the 'pinch of vodka' and left it to what he truly preferred.
Alex Vipond: Nothing wrong with Dr. Pepper. Alex lifted his glass again and took a deep drink, as he eyed the glowing end of his cigarette and decided it was time to flick. He was already eyeing that gum, however. "So this party. What time do you figure on having it?" He had to know so he could be fashionably late.
Very Winnie: Lazily dealt grin given to Terri, she held up her hands in a surrender manner, no more hitting on the chilly vampire. When she lowered her hands, the many thin bangles on her wrists clapped and clinked. And then her November gaze, warm and hazel, went to the note. Winnie took the pen from him and wrote back. Actually, she didn't write back, she just drew a smiley face and a flower, and then set the pen down before she prowled off. Clink, clink went the ice into the tumbler, she filled it right up with DP and slid it to him on a napkin, checking on Alex sidelong cause she was protective like that.
Terri x Kurai: There was a difference between being hit on and being sandwiched... and she wasn't a fan of unwanted physical contact - yes, you may imagine that in Donkey's voice from Shrek. She would, however, blow a kiss to Winnie with a wink then turn to Alex again. "Oh I figure usual club hours... you'll like the VIP Lounge... and I'll make sure Geri is your tender up there too." Yes, she was evil like that.
Alex Vipond: "Yes, throw the poor girl under the bus." Alex refilled his glass. It would seem to be defective as it kept coming up empty, but fortunately he had the solution there. Alex lifted the refilled glass and studied it a moment. "To everything there is a season..."
Very Winnie: Johnny Cash was now filling the background and she was still a t e e n y bit high so Winnifred managed to look a little more mellow than usual, and that was really saying something. Finishing off her bottle of Fiji, she glanced at her friends while they spoke, golden lashes a little (we're talking tiny bit) droopy as she studied them. "Are you up for a party like that Alex?" She spoke up quietly, just double checking or making sure. As for Terri's wink and kiss, it caused the laconic no-good grin to curl. The hippy-hippie blew a kiss right back and then? Well she continued leaning around like some almost-plump poster girl for smexy.
Terri x Kurai: Looking up at Winnie when she asked Alex about feeling up to the party, she gave her a thumbs up for thinking of that and gave a nod to Alex. "She's got a point... actions speak louder than words and you're not looking up for it yet." And there was nothing wrong with that either, Terri was patient - hell the only relationship she knew anyway were the ones from her Sires, and those weren't the same nor were they particularly 'healthy' since there was a lot of anger there.
Alex Vipond: Oh Alex knew well about unhealthy sire relationships. As for the party, he thought on it a good while, glass half raised to his lips and studied as if the secret to life's mysteries resided in there before he finally said anything. "Ask me again in a week." Very Winnie: Pushing from her lean, Winnifred wandered back to them though she remained on her side of the bar, elbows on the surface with her chin in her palms and a mess of golden Stoner Barbie hair framing her face. She was quiet, mostly there if they needed her, though she did give a little nod hearing Alex, and crooked a small smile at the sleek vampire gal. And pay no mind to her, Winnie was always quiet, pondering weird shit that ran the gambit from Bronte to the Bible to her top score on Super Mario Bro. -- This happened a lot if she was high.
Terri x Kurai: Terri gave nod to his request. "A week it is." She said, reaching over to give him a pat on the back - about as comforting as she could be. She looked over to Winnie being all quiet... "Oh c'mon woman... you invited me here... what're you being so quiet for?"
Very Winnie: Drawn from her thoughts (random as they happened to be), she grinned lazily at Terri, cheeks lifting with pinky-peach coloring on golden complexion. "Was thinkin' what I want to eat." Slender hand making a loose fist, she knocked on the bar in front of Alex. "Want one of my grilled cheeses?" She glanced too at Terri just in case the vixen wanted anything aside from, like, a hot guy with warm blood.
Alex Vipond: "She's just shy." Alex would drag himself out, like it or not, in a week, but that was then. Now he broke the seal on that pack of Reds and after packing them against the heel of his hand, he shook one out and lit it up. Hey at least he waited twenty minutes between smokes this time.
Terri x Kurai: Terri gave a shake of her head, though watching Alex smoke away at the cigarettes made her nose wrinkle. "Fuck dude, keep that up and I'm going to start smelling that shit." She said finally - yeah, nice Terri was done. "Little known fact... not all of us are like Smokey Bear here..." Referring to how Alex was somehow capable of eating human food and drink.
Very Winnie: Alex was zoned out and didn't hear her but he loved Winnie's grilled cheeses with the bread buttered and grilled, the four-way blend of gourmet cheeses and a fist full of pepper-smoked bacon shoved in between the gooey mess. So when she wandered to the register and tapped the touch pad, she put in an order of one for herself and one for him. Hey, he had to eat. Laconically she grinned hearing Terri. Terri Terri Quite Contrary, whose garden grew drenched in crimson. "Hang on. Might have one of those bottle things in the back from last time." She turned to wander off so she could check and see. No telling what sort of things she stepped over in the office when she was looking around.
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