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Post by mrslayton44 on Jan 4, 2016 15:18:27 GMT -8
Sienna had long decided stepping foot in here had been most unwise. Rayen had seemed to really need the company though so she'd felt compelled to offer her support via her presence. But had she known this was what waited for them she'd have fought harder. However it was much too late to whine about it now. She wanted to leave but the group she'd been with had wandered to some room where people had been smoking stuff and she had opted out.
Instead she'd returned to the tables and chairs and feeling like a small, pathetic little unmapped island and ended up inching her way to the bar. It was high enough to sit at and allow some view of the room without actually moving about to check on things. The noise level wasn't too loud here either if anything it was more subdued as if the drinking guests were being considerate of others around them. She climbed up to a stool to sit and was glad to see the scary man had vacated the area completely. She wasn't entirely sure it was him honestly but better safe than sorry. She'd hate to think the hate mail had been traced back to her. Swiveling around she spotted the exit but noted a lot of dangerous looking individuals were hanging nearby and the prospect of trying to leave without anyone else coming along was frightening. She'd just wait for the group she'd been with to come back out. The bar was safe, if he had to she'd just duck behind the counter and vanish form sight.
Her little assurances did nothing to calm her apprehension though as her fingers nervously threaded through her once neat ponytail. By now the curves were all mangled and in disarray. She'd hunched down in her seat some to appear as small and harmless as she could muster and so far she'd been mostly overlooked. No one cared about the quiet wallflower coming to supposedly quench her thirst. Yes that was what she was. A tiny little flower, harmless and plain and looking a little dry. However she didn't even attempt to flag down the bartender, preferring to stare down at her lap instead. If she had her way everyone would leave her alone until she could safely escape with some allies. If she overheard any vital intel she'd be sure to remember it but otherwise she was simply here to disappear.
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Post by misterrainbow on Jan 4, 2016 20:57:21 GMT -8
Following Clements leave of the bar, Maxwells energetic mood had drastically steeped to a dull roar. Having seen "Lady" off dancing with someone else had set a sour taste on his tongue the Man-child didn't savor all that much. And attending the bar was suddenly...not so fun as it had been at the beginning of the evening. Perhaps if Mister McFluffBottom had decided to throw him out at about that moment, he might not have fought so much and squandered off to pester someone he didn't know. Even though, at the precise moment, He'd have quite enjoyed the company of a familiar face more than anything. New friends be damned.
Fate was too kind, though. As he turned his eye from the distant, waltzing scene, Maxwell caught a very surprising sight indeed. Sisi, of all people, was perched at his...I mean, Fluffy's.... bar. Eyes downcast like a frightened little mouse on the verge of a heart attack. She couldn't have looked any more out of place with her hands empty and mouth pursed shut as if with a secret. A secret he was itching to know.
Gliding down the bar, a light spring in his step, Maxwell went with purpose to the section she occupied. Though he needed to stand on a crate to do so, Maxwell leaned over the bar with folded arms and propped his head atop his hands. "I do believe I've found a pretty mouse at my bar? Who'd have thought? I'm honored."
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Post by mrslayton44 on Jan 4, 2016 21:58:39 GMT -8
It was a perfect hiding spot, ducking down in plain sight like this. Sienna was almost positive this plan was foolproof. Her presence was non-existent. It was perfect, now if only she wasn't so nervous to boot it might actually be an okay venture. But she was nervous, very much so. But imagine her surprise as a voice broke into the fragile cage that was her mental prison. Sure it was someone else being addressed. She didn't even look up initially. It was so easy to assume it had been another person the voice was addressing. But when no one nearby answered she flicked her gaze up just enough to see the bartender staring her down.
It was that flashily dressed one she'd noticed earlier. The mouse comment was commonly used to distinguish her from the much more vibrant types of people. And she was certainly looking rodentish at the moment. Her hair was a mess and her once neatly ironed dress was a wadded, wrinkled mess from her hand gripping the fabric so tightly. Despite all the evidence though her gold eyes flicked to the people on either side of her in hopes that one of them might be mousy. No such luck.
Giving in she huffed softly and glanced up briefly at the bartender. He looked eccentric but not overly so. And then her gaze dropped back down. She'd seen enough. But the puzzle piece over his eye had been terribly curious and after the rest was shoved to the back of her mind. She had more important things to worry about like if she was going to die today, again. it was possible being smack dab in the midst of enemy territory and all. It was only after some time had passed that she refocused on the fact that the man had spoken to her. Well crap, if there was a good way to die it was by ignoring the help. "Ah um... I don't n-need a-a-anything." Her voice was soft and timid as she cast a quick look to where her fellow apprentices had gone and then quickly assessed her hands once more as if they were the most interesting things in the world at the moment. He'd get bored and move on or better yet would see she wasn't the chatty sort and find someone much more appropriate to speak with. At least this was her hope anyhow...
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Post by misterrainbow on Jan 12, 2016 23:37:42 GMT -8
He waited, almost patiently, for the little mousy maid to catch his eye and scold him for one thing or another. Be it his fashion sense or his annoying smile, or his persistence to be a bother where he clearly wasn't wanted. Alas, timid little Sienna barely gave him a second glance before resuming great interest in her hands. How rude! Maybe she was waiting on something though? She kept glancing back across the room as if shadows were lurking in her stead. Maxwell followed her eyes once, but saw no one. Which only confirmed to him that she was most certainly on a date. A very one sided date.
"That's not how I see it," He'd remarked with a sly grin. "Clearly, you've come looking for something that's not here. No worries, I highly doubt it was worth your time to begin with if you're left all on your own. So you should put it out of your mind and relax! Though, I'm very good at fixing things, myself. So if you like, I'd be happy to fill the void in your visit. No guest should be allowed to leave my company empty handed! Allow me the leisure of mixing you a drink!"
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Post by mrslayton44 on Jan 13, 2016 18:14:31 GMT -8
The tell tale sign of someone growing restless with her silence and walking away never came. The bartender apparently had other ideas. She supposed that was terribly bartenderish of him. But she didn't want it. She was trying to keep from dying. Again. He continued on though, speaking and being uninvited and assuming eh knew what was going on. Which well he wasn't far off. She'd come to see plants... and this was what she'd found. No plants. Just enemies, enemies as far as she could see. Like a veritable mine field. One wrong step and who knew what might happen. Remembering she was having a sort of conversation she darted her gaze up to rest on the bar tender's shoulder. No locking eyes, not here. Not that she did that normally anyhow...
She didn't waste her time agreeing to his assumptions just nodded her head once and then quickly turned the drink down, her hands flying up reflexively at the mere mention of the spirits. "N-no I... d-don't want a-any please." The chances of it being drugged or poisoned were high, to high. She had hall floors to mop and windows to clean and other numerous jobs. She couldn't afford to consume anything in this place. Even more so now since her fellow apprentices had brazenly entered that room. An unknown room of unknown size and content. "I'm f-fine being e-empty handed." She muttered softly to her lap once more. It was easier to react with empty hands. Easier to run, get away or fight if she had to. Her poor knees had shook at the prospect earlier that evening but for whatever reason she wasn't as anxious. She couldn't imagine why. Maybe her nerves were too shot to react properly. That or the bartender wasn't as frightening as everything else was.
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Post by misterrainbow on Jan 13, 2016 20:36:32 GMT -8
"Oh, but I insist! Sitting at a bar without a drink is like a chicken pretending to be an eagle in the wild--try as it may, they still can't fly. That's a gift reserved for bluebirds...." Bemused by his own idiom, the bartender reared back with a boisterous giggle. He couldn't help but imagine the mousy little woman as a chicken trying to be an eagle, frantically flapping her tawny wings to make herself look big and menacing. The man tried to stifle his laugh, but his dainty fingers barely hid the curling, blue smile that wrinkled his face.
Though the more he thought of her as a chicken, her tawny wings seemed more suiting to a cygnet swan than a chicken. Timid but graceful, a shy beauty fated to bloom into magnificence. Ah, but swans were disgustingly colorless. She'd be much more suited to something....pink. Like a Flamingo! Yes! she always did have such a liking for them. It was perfect-- "I've got it! I know just the the drink." He declared it with a pound of his fist into his palm and immediately began searching for his sweetest ingredients.
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Post by mrslayton44 on Jan 13, 2016 21:22:29 GMT -8
Sienna's face scrunched up in thought as she imagined this odd metaphor. A chicken would never try to be an eagle, it knew better. It was destined to humble ground dwelling and feeding off of lesser things. Eagles eat a chickens young. Having decided it was silly she bristled at the comment. Not because she'd been called a chicken, no nothing like that. She was more offended that anyone might imply she thought her the type to pretend she was something she obviously wasn't.
She wanted to offer a verbal rebuttal but refrained preferring to stay silent and cast her slight frown to her lap. The sound of him gushing about something caught her by surprise as he pounded the counter earning a small gasp of surprise from the maid who snapped up to stare at him as he wandered off to make something she was going to refuse to drink. Her arms crossed over her chest and had she not been afraid of getting picked off she might have scooted out then. But she didn't and so she stayed and was also secretly curious to see what he made. The other drinks were certainly interesting much like the odd man who was making them.
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Post by misterrainbow on Jan 13, 2016 22:18:15 GMT -8
Scurrying about behind the bar, the petite man fetched four bottles from the shelves behind him and brought them to the counter. Not a one of them were alcoholic, but rather three were purely juice. He poured Cranberry, Pineapple and Lemon juice into a cocktail shaker, with a generous helping of ice, his movements practiced and playful, if not just a bit messy. Twirling the bottles and flourishing them like a magician with a stacked deck of cards, the occasional dribble of juice missing the mixer. Disposing of the bottles under the counter one by one, and capping the shaker, He did a little mambo dance behind the bar as he shook the mixture like a musical maraca. He was certainly a bartender who aimed to please and entertain both taste buds and time, casually flashing a toothy grin and even more sly smile at his unwilling customer.
With a cheerful little "Cha-cha-cha!", the man gave a turn and strained the contents into a stout glass, the dark red cranberry and pale lemon and pineapple juices mixed into a soft pink hue. The final bottle, club soda, was added to the glass to top it off. And with a fizzy stir, he garnished it with a sugar dipped lime wedge that was tucked on the side before he pressed the glass towards Sienna. "I present! A Virgin Flamingo~ Try it! It's very delicious~ I promise." Touching a finger to his lips, as if presenting a secret, He winked awaited to see if he needed to press her harder.
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Post by mrslayton44 on Jan 13, 2016 23:26:02 GMT -8
It was hard to not watch the Bartender do his thing. It was entertaining and her curious nature batted with her timid one. Half of her wanting to watch the other wanting to ignore the whole scene. So she half watched half ignored, sneaking small, quick glances at the silly individual. Obviously he was probably used to dealing with shy people with how he was acting. So ridiculous. But there was something... about that smile it looked or at least it seemed to look familiar. But her mind was just a bit too stressed to really contemplate it much.
An odd pink concoction was placed before which she leaned away from obviously distressed by the idea of drinking any of it. Even if the name sounded partially pleasant she wasn't going to give in so easily. Her head shook quickly at the glass but her eyes did rake over it appreciatively. "T-thank you... f-for this but I d-don't w-want it." She insisted softly. Ah but now she felt bad. Bad for the enemy,,, possibly. Either way she glanced to the drink and afforded the bartender a quick glance before admitting it looked nice. "It's um.. i-it's it looks p-pretty."
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Post by misterrainbow on Jan 13, 2016 23:44:35 GMT -8
"Why, thank you! I made it especially with you in mind." it was a nice comment. Though, as expected--she wanted nothing of it. He couldn't blame her though, considering the establishment. How disappointing. Where was that bravado he so loved? Shaking his head softly with bereft disappointment, the bartender gave a little nudge at the air, as if to mentally usher the glass into her hands. "If it's wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey after affects your concerned about, no worries. This drink is special. It's all the Tartness without the bitter bite of a morning headache. A sweet treat to lighten the mood and heal the heart! Go on, you wouldn't waste a precious gift like that, would you? To think I went to the trouble of such a special service--and it's not even on the menu!"
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Post by mrslayton44 on Jan 14, 2016 0:03:00 GMT -8
With her in mind? Um but.... her love for that hue of pink wasn't well know. At least she thought it wasn't. but still this might be a ploy, to trick her into drinking whatever it was. would it knock her out? Kill her slowly like some time elapsed bio-bomb? Maybe it would be a tracking device to lead the enemy back to her home? A number of other options crossed her mind but she shook her head once to be rid of them for the moment. How she wished she had the training of Professor Layton. maybe she'd be able to deduce the potential dangers with a simple sniff. But alas it was not so. And now she was stuck. Afraid to sip it out of fear of her life and the safety of others. And wanting to at least taste it to be rid of the guilt slowly mounting on her shoulders. Wasn't it wrong to feel this way towards someone who was probably trying to kill her? That made her feel bad too ugh.
"It w-wasn't on the m-menu?" Sienna asked hesitantly as if wishing to be sure this was the case. If it wasn't and he was being truthful then she'd feel even worse. "And it d-doesn't have any a-alcohol?" She added looking thought for a moment. But then that too might have been the whole point to lull her into a false sense of security. Or maybe this was all a diversion to distract her form keeping watch. She suddenly whipped around, half expecting to see someone sneaking up on her. But nothing was out of the ordinary behind her. It was just as she'd seen moments before. Oh dear she was beginning to overthink this. Eventually she returned to her earlier position a hand raising to touch her head gently. She was starting to develop a headache. Why couldn't anything ever be easy?
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Post by misterrainbow on Jan 14, 2016 0:37:45 GMT -8
His eye never left the young woman, watching her nervously fidget and contemplate far too much over the situation. Goodness, he'd never seen he so jumpy before. It was terribly amusing. He could torment he more, but it was more fun drawing her out of her shell than pushing her deeper into the holes she dug for herself. She was much for predictable that way, and he liked surprises much more. "Nooooo alcohol. Inhibitions make for a good spin, but you seem like you'll be dizzy enough if you keep whipping you head around like that." Chuckling softly at the woman, he gauged where her insecurities lie. She clearly didn't trust the mix he'd made for her. Which was a shame. Where did you go wrong with something as tasty as carbonated juice?
"See? You've gone and disjointed your head! I'd bet if it wasn't attached to your shoulders it'd be bouncing across the floor by now! Ahaha! If you keep making yourself so obvious, you'll draw more attention to yourself. And the people around here like pretty girls with an empty hand as much as I do-- It's merits to buy them a drink! But...I guess if you've been stood up, there's no harm in catching someone else's fancy. Though I can't promise what they'll order for you will be as delicious as this pretty little bird." Grinning with far too much amusement in himself, the man leaned once more on the bar to look Sienna in the eye, his hand neatly tucked beneath his chin. "I'm not much for it myself. So what if I tasted it too? Would you try it then?"
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Post by mrslayton44 on Jan 14, 2016 1:03:06 GMT -8
Sienna continued to mentally get herself all tangled up in knots. It was so ridiculous. She was useless in the field. Such a coward. She was just a little disgusted with herself. Her negative string of thoughts was ruined as her question was answered. No booze, he said. Still no trust there. The cheeky comment about her previous head spinning movements was humiliating to say the least and she hunched down a bit in her seat as if to trap her head between her shoulders. Pretty pointless though but she tried. Didn't want her silly head rolling away it was the only useful part of her maybe that would be best?
She snorted briefly at his joke understanding what he meant all to well about her head and rolling. Of course her amusement was shot through with embarrassment at the being called pretty, by a stranger. Possibly an enemy. Either way it was hard to duck behind her hands and hide that offending blush and so she just went for covering both cheeks. Because doing so totally hid it completely. Speechless for a moment she could only listen as he continued on. He was right of course. Blending in was important and she was acting like a caged animal. Hardly becoming. Her gaze flicked down to her empty hands and back up in time for the bar tender to lean forward and look her in the eye. She choked down a squeak as she leaned back again her gaze dropping so quickly along with her face to stared dead at her feet. She was probably so red right now no way was she looking at him again! So intrusive. Again something about this was.... familiar but she didn't exactly sit on the receiving end of this kind of thing very often, At all really so there was no way it could be.
Snapping back to herself she processed that he'd said one last thing after encroaching on her space. Her drink, he was offering to taste it. This brought her head up somewhat, her gold eyes peeking form under her bangs at the smiling drink aficionado. Was that okay? Well unless he'd already consumed something to counter it then yes it was fine. "Um... y-yes." She remarked softly. She did want to taste it but it wouldn't be smart to do so. But this option lessened her chances of death or danger and allowed her a small chance to not be a complete coward.
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Post by misterrainbow on Jan 14, 2016 1:17:44 GMT -8
It was hard not to laugh at her, he could barely stifle his giggled behind a tight lipped smile. Sienna jumped like spring from a ragged mattress, and the way she blushed--It was such a marvelous color! He really should pick on her more. it was a lovely hue against her dark skin. He'd save it for later, though. He'd finally broken though with a barter.
"Very, well then." Straightening up from his casual posture, the bartender took the glass delicately from where it sat in front of Sienna. He held it briefly to the light, letting it shimmer and glitter as in a toast or cheers, then brought the glass to his colored lips. He took a moderate sip from the glass, and then returned it to Sienna, a coy slant wrinkling his eyes and he licked at the corner of his lips. "Delicious! Now it's your turn."
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Post by mrslayton44 on Jan 14, 2016 1:35:51 GMT -8
Ah he was going to actually drink it? Sienna squinted her eyes at him like a hawk form her position but eventually pulled out of it to watch with rapt attention. He was really going to drink it. But first he apparently needed to stare it down. Looking for anything dangerous mayhaps? The house maid was just forever suspicious but slowly warming up to the odd exchange. Not much but it was much better than a good deal of her former interactions with people she didn't know. She'd barely done much but it was more than she'd usually dare to do.
He sipped the drink and she watched him closely her gaze flicking up and down before resting on his face. Surely he'd react to some degree right? If it was dangerous anyhow.But he just smiled and licked his lips as he turned it around to face her. And now another problem arose as her gold eyes fixed on the glass before her. She'd have to drink after him... her nose wrinkled in displeasure at this fact. But she'd just agreed to drink it. How rude to go back on her word. No matter how icky it sounded she had to follow through.
Slowly a hesitant hand reached out to grab the glass followed by the other to be sure she didn't drop it. She flicked her gaze up at first as if planning to watch him for a reaction as she drank it. Ahahaha but those earlier comments still had her flustered so she just looked right back down and now was unable to hide her offensively blushing cheeks. So rude!
Finally the glass made it to her mouth and she sipped the drink quickly. It was good. It was really good. It was a bit hard to hide her obvious enjoyment though as her eyes lit right up and she sipped it again only longer and then she smacked her lips. Only realizing right after that she'd just thrown all that propriety out the freakin window. Nervously she chose the familiar spot on the bartender's shoulder to address him and cleared her throat before hand. "It's um,,, i-it's um.. t-tasty." Understatement. It was delicious. Her fingers tightened around the glass as she tried to dredge back up that calm and caution she'd just lost a hold of. Oh dear, what was becoming of her?
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