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Post by ishkabibble on Aug 26, 2016 16:28:29 GMT -8
Before Winona could say another thing, another man—with wavy blond hair—slid his way right into the seat next to Rabbit, starting the most obvious bout of flirting she’d ever seen. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, debating whether or not to point out that she had been talking...No, she took another swig of her bitter drink instead—she’d just stay in her lane and let her charismatic coworker have some fun. When Rabbit turned his head back to her, she put her usual grin back on.
“Oh, you flatter me, dear,” She spoke with a smile, “It’s lovely to hear praise from someone as talented as you are~” She punctuated her sentence with a bit of a hum, and then turned her gaze to the blond man. “And a pleasure to meet you too~”
She didn’t want to derail whatever chemistry was building between the two, so she decided to talk to the other three. She turned her head to the one with beautiful, strawberry lemonade hair. Their sweet, tentative voice had a bit of stutter to it, but she didn’t mind. It wasn’t that often that she made anyone sheepish. So, she softened her gaze, trying to appear a bit more approachable.
“Well, thank you, hon,” She started, offering her own warm smile back, “I’ll tell the band your sweet as sugar compliments about our performance. And can I say how much I love your dress?” She continued, adding on a sincere compliment. “It looks so lovely on you; it makes your hair pop even more~”
On a closer look, they seemed...pretty young to be taking shots. Far too young. But honestly, she wasn’t about to ask them; they could be centuries old, for all she knew. And prying into someone’s age on the first meeting was just terribly rude. As was reminding someone about how they’d been trapped in this forsaken hellhole—er, HQ.
Anyways, she’d probably intervene if they got near ten shots. She trusted the barkeep.
Another quick sip as she turned to the man in gold next, his fruity voice as warm and charming as his smile. She tried to offer one just as warm as he spoke, twirling a strand of her coiled hair. “Why, aren’t you as sweet as honey,” She began, partially trying to hide how flattered she was, “And rather insightful. It’s my absolute joy to share my passion with those that will listen~”
“The pleasure is all mine, I’m delighted that you’ve decided to visit again, Abbie. I knew that I remembered seeing you here before.” She finished, then turning her gaze to the smaller woman with a reddish drink.
She noticed that neither the woman with the beautiful long plait—who was waving at her—nor the young-looking person with the black sneakers had shared their names. Not that she needed to push if they didn’t want to share, of course. But, it would be nicer if they were all closer together; especially after a long set of standing and dancing around the stage. So, she eyed a seat at Abbie’s table, and then gestured to the other two. “Here—why don’t we all sit together; it’ll make getting to know all of you nifty folks much easier on my voice~” She chuckled, albeit serious. They had another set later, she couldn’t be yelling across three different directions.
“If that’s fine with you, of course, Abbie,” She added, one hand resting on her hip. She didn’t quite want to impose on someone else’s space. She gave a quick beckoning look to Rabbit, also offering him the chance to join, too. But he was probably busy with the blond.
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Post by pikachase on Aug 27, 2016 6:34:33 GMT -8
Upon hearing Prax’s words, Chase’s lips curved into a goofy grin. “At least one of us? Say no more.” He immediately chugged the last of his remaining drink, keeping eye contact with Prax the entire time. Then reached out an open hand on the bar counter, and smoothly catching another drink that the bartender slid to him, while still maintaining eye contact with his teammate.
The pink on his cheeks probably made him look more affected by the alcohol than he actually was, but it was just a result of his alcohol flush reaction. Truthfully he could hold his liquor quite well. He simply wanted to mess with Prax just a little bit.
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Post by captaincassanova on Aug 27, 2016 17:58:21 GMT -8
Following her own advice, Andy ended up calling the bartender over for a glass of water and resisted the urge to take another drink from her own alcoholic beverage. She really didn't want to get hungover, or smashed for that matter. Buzzed or tipsy was usually her go to whenever she drank. As she downed at least half of her glass of water, she watched as Owen took his first sip and immediately downed the rest of his drink. As Andy set her glass of water back on the bar top, she couldn't help but chuckle at the flush that was already covering Owen's face. "Looks like yer startin' to get the feel of yer first drink there lad." God, Andy could remember the first time she started drinking, her father wasn't pleased at all that the crew gave her something to drink when she was only 13 in the tavern but it's not like it would be long until she ended up drinking on her own. But then again, she was pretty alcoholic now.
As Andy watched Chase down the rest of his drink, and then start on the next drink that the bartender had slid him, Andy just smirked and leaned back against the bar top to watch the show. "Damn, this kid is goin' to be fucked up later, have fun with that Prax." She patted Prax on the back again.
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Post by godsavethequeen on Aug 27, 2016 18:30:50 GMT -8
Atticus gave a sort of half smile towards Prax, obviously a bit amused with the older man’s admittance that it’d been a while. Heh, old man. Atticus glanced away, a slight grin on his face while Prax was speaking to Chase about being sober. Right… because they were definitely all going to leave sober tonight.
The sound of ice hitting the edges of glasses rang through the air, piano music flowed around them, and the soft hum of chatter crept through the backdrop. Atticus glanced at his own drink, expression falling to neutrality and mind wandering for a moment to the photos he’d been going through on his phone. The piano music hit a crescendo, rising as if to draw his attention to the crisp notes that only felt duller and less interesting with each sip of alcohol.
Andy's light consolation towards Prax about Chase seemed a bit silly, enough so for Atticus to give a light chuckle briefly. Prax raised his drink then, a proposal to have a good evening sounding more like a resolution – a gentle tip over the edge of the Prax they all believed he was, and the Prax that Atticus was certain had been buried under mountains of paperwork. “To a memorable one.” Atticus responded, grey blue eyes focused on dark ones as glasses touched gently. The light clink of crystalline glass was followed by a long drink, and Atticus sighed.
"Excuse me," the bar tender leaned over the counter a bit, looking at Prax as he placed another glass down for the man. "A customer ordered this for you." He said before giving a wink and walking off. Atticus gave a slight snort, "Someone has an admierer." Atticus teased, "Too bad - whoever it was got to buy you a drink before I did." he said. However, he turned to the bar tender anyways, and ordered a drink that was slid over to Andy with a warm smile. "At least I get to order you one." He said, smirking slightly. However, eyes wandered around for a moment, wondering who had bought Prax his drink.
A glance to Owen as the young apprentice spoke up, and Atticus’s slight smile returned. With a simple puddle of reddish juice and remnants of whipped cream lingering at the base of the glass, Atticus gave a small nod, “Knew you’d like it.” He said, sounding the faintest bit amused. Owen had drank it all… really fast. “Did you want another?”
Something about Atticus’s demeanor had softened as he placed his own, now empty glass back on the counter for the bar tender to take away. He seemed slightly more at ease – relaxed – and far more approachable. His smile seemed gentle, an expression that lingered like a fog during a crisp morning as the sun was coming up along the horizon. However, he seemed completely lucid, senses aware of the world moving around him.
For an instant, however, he forgot he was a fragmented human. He looked to Andy, to Prax, to Chase and to Owen… and he listened to a thin note on the piano keys fall away like a distant memory, and he felt whole.
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Post by quinnquinn on Aug 27, 2016 19:08:47 GMT -8
He turned to Andy. First drink? Did he... he let out an angry groan and looked to Atticus, mildly furious. "B-But... I-I drank..!" He sort of flung a sleeve at the man. "You tricked me into drinking..!" He raised his hands to his cheeks and they were warm. Somehow it was a nice feeling on his colder fingers, at least. Part of the red now was from embarrassment that he'd been duped as such. He should've known better, he was in a bar... Then again, the boy's experience of such establishments was spotty at best.
He did like it, but ugh, any more and he'd probably feel sick. That stuff smelled like medicine, he was shocked that the clear stuff and drinks were almost the same thing. Owen shook his head and stared, reddened, at Atticus.
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Post by FlowerPower62 on Aug 27, 2016 19:43:24 GMT -8
At Winona's urging, Rayen scooted a little closer towards the group. After sitting on her lonely stool for so long with her legs underneath, the sudden change in temperature was enough to send her knees shaking a little. It felt chilly for about five seconds, but her legs gradually cooled down, and she straightend up, smoothly patting down the wrinkles from her floral pink knee-length gown. Before leaving her spot, she turned on her tip-toes, taking the half-gone glass of coke and thanked the Bartender kindly, leaving behind some cute stickers of a rose and daisy nuzzling each other--their faces in cartoony but obvious glee.
Everyone looked much larger up close, some were nearer to her height--like the ... boy? Girl? She couldn't tell, but they did have lovely blonde hair with strawberry tips. Rayen noted it was a striking contrast with there choice of a little black dress. In a sense, it reminded her of how a few wildflowers would always pop up in the most random and dark places: be it concrete sidewalk or a long forgotten field in between apartments. In any case, it was lovely, and Rayen gave them a warm smile and nod, hope they would notice her subtle admiration of their attire. It was one of the few things she liked about Headquarters; Everyone came from anywhere and everywhere and they all each had something to bring to the community of the dead.
Hopping onto yet another barstool closer to the man whom wore the golden and bright jewelry, Rayen noticed Winona was making her way over to speak with him. Ah well, she'll get her chance to speak with the lovely singer another time. Folding her legs underneath her yet again, Rayen placed her drink down on the countertop, playing with the cherry inside with her straw. The man she had heard being referred to as "Papa Prax" was now giving a bit of a speech to one of his charges--who in turn, seemed to be challenging (or possibly teasing) him, testing the boundaries of how far he could go. Rayen gave a small giggle and a shake of her head. While waiting for Prax to calm down, she calmly, yet quietly asked:
"Is he your little niño?"
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Post by username on Aug 28, 2016 18:05:49 GMT -8
As Chase made eye contact, Prax looked back. For a moment it seemed he was at a loss, but his shock quickly dissolved into disapproval.
“Chase, what -- nevermind.” He turned away from the spectacle his teammate was putting on, addressing the others instead. “He’s having fun for now, but… ah, well.” There was an unwavering sort of resignation to his tone; the next statement was spoken with eyes cast back to Chase. “I’m sure this will be a learning experience for him.”
The moment post-unofficial toast was punctuated by one of the bartenders leaning into the conversation. He’d arrived only to deliver a glass and a message, it seemed -- by the time Prax could properly acknowledge what had been set down on the counter, the bartender had winked and gone on his merry way.
As for the drink… it was disturbingly clear, in sharp contrast to its sender’s intentions -- and a lovely, unnatural color blue, besides. Prax shook his head at Atticus’ (ridiculous) remark of an admirer, not bothering with looking around the room. Instead, he eyed the drink, as though staring into its depths might offer some insight into what it was and why it was here.
… This looks like floor cleaner, he thought, somewhat nervously. He’d reached to pick it up regardless, but any doubts he was going to voice were cut off by Owen’s accusations of trickery -- which were aimed at Atticus. Of course.
Atticus, who had seemingly drifted into a state of contentment. Hm.
-- "Is he your little niño?"
A voice. No, a question, from a young woman with a braid. Prax turned to the asker, processing what she’d asked -- and then laughed, genuinely amused by the statement.
“No, he’s just a teammate.” Drink in hand, he managed a half-shrug, looking briefly to Chase. “I wish he wouldn’t do that, truly, but... ah, well."
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Post by pikachase on Aug 28, 2016 21:51:22 GMT -8
“Am I his what now?” Chase asked, upon hearing and noticing the young woman with the braid. Chase laughed, did she overhear him calling the man Papa Prax? “No miss,” Chase answered with a chuckle, “But he is my guardian… In more ways than one.” She was cute, possibly even somewhat innocent, judging from her question. The others sitting at the counter also weren’t too bad looking, themselves, but Chase wouldn’t openly admit his attraction to men…
That’s when he had the brilliant idea, for a game. Chase finished his third drink, then called over the bartender. “Hey, you have any empty bottles? Yeah that will do just fine, thanks.” The bartender warily handed Chase a nearly empty bottle of vodka, which Chase finished. This was probably enough alcohol for tonight. “How about we play a game of spin the bottle?” He asked with a wink. He got up from his seat to move to a larger, round table, and motioned for the apprentices nearby to join him. He scanned the Lounge for any other familiar faces in the Lounge, and noticed a familiar, fellow-pink-lemonade-haired person. Chase waved at Kit to grab their attention, and gestured for them to join the game.
The Lounge probably wasn’t the most appropriate place to play spin the bottle, but what did he know about fine establishments? Let’s stir up some fun.
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Post by renaissanceman on Aug 29, 2016 10:52:42 GMT -8
The man was even more beautiful up close. There was a choreography to his movements, every motion calculated, yet naturally graceful. It was intriguing, paradoxical, just like that sweet smile paired to sorrowful eyes. Charming as the man was, Tullio was certain the drinks he had drowned earlier couldn't fully account for the warmth in his cheeks.
Half suave, half smitten, he extended his hand. "Tullio," he presented himself, briefly before hearing another voice all together, that of a woman, the Jazz signer herself.
Tullio glanced upwards to meet her gaze. For a moment, he thought he glimpsed severity in her features, but oblivious as to why Tullio assumed he was mistaken. She addressed Rabbit - so that was his name? - with familiarity. Tullio remained quiet during their exchange, only speaking up when she presented herself to him.
"It's a pleasure to finally talk to you, Winona. You're truly an exceptional singer," he complimented.
While he was somewhat glad to be alone in Rabbit's company, Tullio's interest trailed to the gathering. He smiled softly at Abbie. A familiar face. Tullio wondered if he had noticed him.
"Would you like to join them?" Tullio asked, looking at Rabbit tentatively. They seemed to have been invited, after all.
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Post by godsavethequeen on Sept 4, 2016 14:18:29 GMT -8
"I didn't trick you - you never asked whether or not it had alcohol in it." Atticus gave Owen a lazy smile, obviously amused with whatever "tricks" he'd pulled. "You obviously liked it, want another?" he asked easily, eyes going to Chase as the boy suggested a game of spin the bottle. That game involved kissing, didn't it? Atticus shrugged, looking apathetic to the idea before his eyes returned to Owen. "Wanna play?" he asked, giving a slight gesture with his head to urge Owen towards the table with him.
Atticus had nothing against the game, but he also wasn't terribly exciting. For what it was worth, kissing people was meaningless to him unless bound with a certain level of emotion... or unless he was in it just to make someone blush.
"I'll play your game, Chase" Atticus said easily, well... maybe there'd be a few funny reactions out of this.
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Post by FlowerPower62 on Sept 4, 2016 19:30:47 GMT -8
A giggle bubbled from her throat, realizing the reaction she gained from Prax and the hyperactive young man was more literal than she expected.
"Niño, meaning a child or son, I suppose." Though their questioning gazes where brief, it made her look down towards the floor shyly, wondering if the joke or small comment was not needed at all for the moment. Possibly. But it also propositioned a bit of small talk with the taller man she asked earlier. She looked up, noting he was side-eyeing the blonde male--who had now ran off asking for partakers in a game--and the worry lines beside her lips faded once again.
"He's just having some fun, don't worry." The advice was light but it held some deeper meaning to it. "Isn't that the point of this place? For fun and relaxation," she followed Prax's gaze to watch Chase. "Within reason..." she added with the quirk of a thick eyebrow.
"You can't protect them forever, but making the most of it now, it's all you can do." She looked back to him, another idea posing in her mind. "If it worries you, we could keep an eye on him. Playing his game but not exactly playing as--.. cómo se dice--as chaperones?"
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Post by captaincassanova on Sept 4, 2016 22:21:21 GMT -8
Andy leaned back over the bar top to take a small swig from her own drink as she nudged Owen a bit. "Mate's right there lad. Besides, what do ye expect from a drink that comes from a bar? Most of the time it's gon' be alcoholic there."
At the mention of playing the game with Chase, a game that Andy knew about but never really took part in for reasons, she shrugged and slid off the bar stool and took a longer swig of her drink before winking over at Atticus and Prax. "Sounds like fun. Just hope it doesn' get too heated or we're goin' to get kicked out of the place. Hopefully not like the other times I've been kicked out of a bar though."
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Post by rosieRabbit on Sept 5, 2016 13:46:32 GMT -8
Rabbit shook Tullio's hand, giving it a squeeze. Now there's something Rabbit is good at. Handshakes. Looked back at his esteemed coworker.
Rabbit giggled, waving his hand at Winona.
"Oh honey, you flatter me," he smiled. He sat back as the others talked, glancing between faces. Some seemed a bit familiar, perhaps somewhat regulars at the bar. He glanced over at Tullio again, noticed how his gaze trailed over to the group of others. Was about to open his mouth to ask if Tullio wanted to join them, but ah, got beat to it.
"Sure, come on," Rabbit downed the rest of his drink in one tilt of his head, drew himself up, keeping his eyes on Tullio.
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Post by username on Sept 8, 2016 1:10:10 GMT -8
Chase asking for a bottle had led to a shift in company. As the other bar-dwellers flocked over to one of the spare tables, Prax lingered behind.
“Fun and relaxation,” he echoed, tapping his drink glass absentmindedly. “... That’s fair. I’m sure he didn’t come here to be hounded by moral guardians… and yet.” In trying to summarize his new train of thought, he noted that the drink he’d been given was a rather distracting blue color. “He can look after himself, I’m sure.”
A few seconds passed, and perplexity caught up with him; he turned back to Rayen to clarify. “You… mean to go over and sit with them?” Easier than watching from a distance, admittedly. Nonetheless, a somewhat daunting prospect.
… But, then. A part of him wanted to go, just to watch the unfolding (hypothetical) ridiculousness. Prax stood up somewhat stiffly, drink in hand (it seemed inappropriate to leave it behind), and started to make his way towards the table. “Sounds like a great idea. Let’s go.”
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Post by bubblegumkitch on Sept 11, 2016 22:46:46 GMT -8
Kit almost felt like they were being buried by the eloquent words of the others around them. If only they’d gotten formal education past the 8th grade, they might have a more extensive vocabulary to grab from. And not only that, but they’d forgotten to introduce themselves. They expected to be ignored for the most part due to those things, but instead, Winona turned to them just like she had the others, much to their surprise.
The term of endearment, that smile, and the genuine compliment were enough to make their face light up. Even just the fact that she’d acknowledged them contributed to the briefly flustered expression. Winona was one of the very few apprentices they happened to admire, and to them, this was practically like meeting a celebrity they were very fond of.
“Thanks!” The small exclamation as well as their increasingly honest grin made them feel nostalgic, to say the least; they could vividly remember the enthusiasm they’d radiated as a human, and although this was but a glimpse of what they used to be like, it felt very familiar and… right. “My name’s Kit, by the way.” they offered. Once again, they were surprised, this time by the invitation to sit with the small group of people. Before they could take it, however, they saw a hand waving at them.
Chase was there, looking slightly suspicious with an empty bottle in his hand and a mischievous look. Deciding they’d go see what was going on, they stood up. “Uh, hold on, I’ll be right back… probably.” They gave Winona another smile, a sheepish one this time, then snagged their nearly-forgotten drink off of their lonely table and started to walk over to where Chase and a few others stood, sipping on the way. They also noticed a sweet smile directed at them from a girl seated on a stool. They wondered what it was for, but returned it nonetheless; the people here really did seem lovely.
“Are you up to what I think you’re up to?” they asked their fellow pink-haired apprentice once they were within hearing distance, raising their eyebrows and holding back a smirk.
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