Post by brianalunsford on Apr 17, 2011 21:46:51 GMT -4
In the evening, I've got to roam; can't sleep in the city of neon and chrome. Feels too damn much like home, when the Spanish babies cry... So let's find a bar, so dark we forget who we are! Where all the scars from the nevers and maybes die!
Let's go out tonight! I have to go out tonight!
The bar had just enough scent to it to clog his sense of smell, but not so much that it annoyed him. Fox had actually missed how bars felt; the smell of alcohol and nicotine, the mingling tastes of the patrons on his tongue, the dim lighting... It was something he'd needed to revisit for the longest time, and something he hadn't dared to until now.
He was glad he had.
At that moment, he was on a bar stool next to Reaver, sipping a drink and allowing the buzz of alcohol to carry his thoughts away from the things he often felt when he was alone. After all, he wasn't alone now; he had a good acquaintance by his side, and plenty of women in the bar he could chat with, if he so felt.
The man grinned, turning to "casually" glance at the prospects. There were a few choice blondes, a nice red head... Yeah. Much better then he could have dared to ask for.
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Post by nightredux on Apr 17, 2011 21:59:29 GMT -4
Reaver sipped his beer and smiled. It was always fun to just watch other people having a good time. He leaned over to Rurik. "Which one do you fancy? I always go after the blondes myself..." He ordered another two beers for Rurik and himself. He wanted to feel a little buzz and being a vampire...that was a lot. He himself hadn't been in a bar in over 5 years. He loved everything about it. They had chosen this bar at random, and it was nice to do something different for a change.
Alafair shook off her umbrella outside of the bar. It was raining, more intensely than it should have, but that was because she definitely wasn't in the mood for rain at the moment. It seemed like it had rained so much in such a short amount of time. Then every time she tried to clear it up, motor nature would bring it right back. The Elemental never got a break it seemed.
"Then that damned Desmond, always invading my privacy." She muttered, tossing her umbrella onto the rack just as a loud crash of thunder roared overhead. Although that seemed to happen every time she mentioned his name. Her hardened face gave way a little as she took in the friendly surrounding. She pulled at a loose strand of her platinum blonde hair, looking around for a place to sit.
At last she spotted an empty stool up at the bar. She walked up to it and sat down before waving the bartender over. "A spicy bloody Mary please, and make it quick." She hissed, she was in no mood to wait for her first drink. That was always how she started her rounds, a spicy bloody Mary, and finished off with a glass of wine at the end.
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Post by brianalunsford on Apr 17, 2011 22:58:48 GMT -4
Fox smiled at Reaver, before glancing back to the girls. Honestly, it was hard to choose, but if he had to... "Seeing a brunette, she is looking very..." He gave a low murr. Really, the girl looked somewhat like Evelina. It was probably the only reason he picked her out over all the rest.
It was then that a blonde walked in, an agitated-looking woman covered in the rain from outside. Fox clucked, watching her, and was surprised when she took the seat beside him. She seemed even more frustrated up close, especially with the way she snapped at the bartender.
"Eh, calming down, krasivye," Fox said, good naturedly, taking a swig of his beer. "Are pretty thing, but bartender might not be liking you so much. Might be spitting in drink."
((krasivye = beauty So Fox is saying, basically, "Calm down, beautiful."))
Post by Bijou Wilks on Apr 18, 2011 0:43:55 GMT -4
After all these years of hiding who I was
Bijou stepped out of the rain and into the bar, happy to be out of the storm. She sat down at the bar and took off her jacket, draping it over the empty chair next to her. The telepath looked up at the bar tender and pulled her fake I.D. out of her pocket."Bud Light please."At the moment she wasn't quite sure if she was breaking the law or not, but she didn't care. With only a few months of memories to go by she figured she was old enough to have a couple drinks. Unfourtunatly for her, the bar tender didn't. His thoughts were as clear as day that she looked a little young. So she had to distract him."Wanna make a deal?" Bijou grinned,"If I can guess what your thinking right now, I get a free drink. If I'm wrong, I give you twenty bucks."The man rolled his eyes and agreed. Bijou looked straight into his eyes, blocking out the white noise of the crowded room."This dumb brawd actually thinks she can get inside my head." His eyes widened and he placed the beer in front of her, turning and quickly walked away. Bijou lifted up the bottle with a smile, watching him shake his head and wonder how she did it. The bar tender must not have known that the cirque du freak was in town.
Alafair looked at the man next to her with a slightly agitated look. Although it gave way into a playful smirk and she leaned onto the bar. "He does that I'll flood his house." She chuckled, it would be an easy feat, especially if he lived near a river. Those things were so easy to flood, it was like they could only handle a few gallons before they ran over.
She looked the man over once more. He was a member of the Cirque, perhaps? She stayed around their camp alot, having nothing better to do than that.
She looked over to the young one. Oh, the things she learned from Desmond Tiny. Even though she hated the man, he knew alot about nearly everyone. She was a telepath, only a teenager. Now, she was a member of the Cirque, she had seen her many times. Pity for her, as nearly every time Alafair was in another of her mood swings.
She shook her head and watched her. "They get younger every day." She muttered to herself, trying to focus in on the young girl's undecided destiny. After all, she believed, unlike Desmond, that nothing was set in stone.
Post by nightredux on Apr 18, 2011 18:32:01 GMT -4
(Ok how bout this Rurik, Me, Storm, and Bijou? After this post. I won't go after Rurik next roundabout lol.)
Reaver sipped his drink and calmly asked "Bijou, what are you doin here?" He smiled and tipped his hat at her. "You should know better then to use your...gift for useless gain." He looked at the cup. " 'Sides, I've tasted better." The bartender looked at him with a glare.
"What you say, punk?" Cly turned to him.
"Oh dear, did I say that out loud? Hehe, sorry." Reaver turned his back to the bartender, but the 'tender pulled him back.
"I don't take insults very well..." The bartender looked at Reaver menacingly and cracked his fingers.
"Ohhh, I'm so scared." Reaver laughed and turned around.
Post by brianalunsford on Apr 18, 2011 19:27:57 GMT -4
Fox chuckled, raising a brow, though he didn't dare to doubt her. She had an air about her that said she was not someone to be taken lightly, and he was beginning to think, now, that perhaps he had seen her once or twice before, at the Cirque. She was probably one of the more powerful people, so he warned himself to be careful.
Still, it couldn't hurt to flirt a bit.
"Fiery," he murred, almost amusedly, taking another sip of his beer. "Liking that in a woman. See, Russian women... too shy, or too independent. But I am liking fiery."
It was then that the bartender began to give Reaver problems, and Fox turned, giving the man a narrow-eyed glare. "Leaving bro alone, man," he said, clucking in his throat. "You are having our money, and will be having more of it if you are calming down. Besides, not wanting to mess with us." The Russian grinned, showing off an almost unnaturally sharp canine tooth; one of the few things about his normal form that stuck around in his human one. "Trusting me.
"So..." Fox looked back to Storm. "Where were we being?"
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She looked at him with a sideways smirk. He was a bit different, that was certain. Although, alot of Russians seemed odd like that. "You men cause a scene, and everyone will be regretting it." She muttered, taking a long sip of her Bloody Mary. She leaned back onto the table, resting her chin on her smooth hands. She could be a bit feisty, she would admit that. Although she wasn't about to let people tell her things like that.
She closed her eyes and drank the remains of the beverage, wheeling the same bartender that had an altercation with the other man. "Bring me your finest wine, serve it in an iced glass, please." She smiled at her decision, but then levitated slightly to pull the man back over to her. "Red wine, the white wine here is absolutely awful." She added with a wicked smirk before pushing him back to get her drink.
She wasn't an alcoholic, but she wasn't about to deny that she loved a good drink.
Post by Bijou Wilks on Apr 18, 2011 20:03:24 GMT -4
After all these years of hiding who I was
Bijou cringed,"Mr.Tall went out for the night and left me under snake boys watch. He was shedding his skin."Ever since she joined the cirque Mr.Tall had been more protective of her than most, probably because she had lost her memory. But what he still didn't seem to remember was that Bijou was a tricky girl, and could sneak around with ease. She rolled her eyes at the 'gift' comment, it was more of a curse. How it was that the snakes imprints on her arms stayed relatively still when around humans was beyond her. She was just glad that at one persons thoughts were blurred, that of a vampire. "Careful what you say and what you think, I hear both." Bijou couldn't help but tease him, it kept her entertained.
Post by brianalunsford on Apr 18, 2011 20:57:58 GMT -4
Fox shrugged, licking his lips. The buzz was beginning to grow a bit, but he could hold down much more alcohol before he could actually be considered drunk. If there was one thing Russia taught you, it was how to hold your alcohol. Especially your beer -- it was okay if you got drunk off of one bottle of vodka, but just a couple bottles of beer...
"Will behave," Fox said to Storm, eyes giving a little glint. He ran a hand through his hair, ducking his head just a bit and widening his eyes, giving her the "puppy-dog look". "Promising."
Post by nightredux on Apr 19, 2011 18:15:59 GMT -4
Reaver could hear the convestaion between Rurik and a girl who had that same kind of aura as Desmond Tiny, but kinder. Reav put his hat over the fox-man's face and said "Careful of this one miss, don't want get him all riled up, hes a bit rough round the edges this one!" Reaver scratched the back of his head and grinned.
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Alafair rolled her eyes at the Russian's look. As far as she could recall, faces like that didn't work well with her. She quickly swiped her wine from the table and took a long sip, savoring the flavor.
Her sky blue eyes opened to stare at another man, covering the Russian's face with a hat. She raises a brow and smacked her lips, placing the wine back on the table. She straightened her posture and flashed one of her signature smiles. "You'd be surprised how rough my edges may be." She replied with a sarcastic wink, sipping on her wine once more before looking over the glass to look at the two men.
Post by Bijou Wilks on Apr 19, 2011 21:10:25 GMT -4
After all these years of hiding who I was
Bijou rolled her eyes at the three of them, taking a swig of her beer. She smiled absently, it seemed like the shifter was a bit of a ladies man. Oracle tended to pick through peoples minds, out of habit. But when she concentrated on Reaver his thoughts sounded like a radio filled with static, she could only pick up a word or two at a time. It seemed that she had a vampire in her midst. She took another sip, happy that at least someone here wasn't such an open book.
Post by brianalunsford on Apr 19, 2011 21:58:41 GMT -4
Fox snorted, indignant, as the hat came down, over his face. He pawed at it for a moment, as if unsure of what to do (the animal in him had taken over in that brief span of time), then pulled it off, turning to Reaver and giving him a glare. "Showing you rough around the edges in a minute."
He grinned, then, playfully shoving the hat into his friend's face, yipping as he did. "Gospoda, ty uzhasno," he said, smiling in an almost dumb, childish way.
Gospoda , ty uzhasno = "Lord, you're horrible." He used the informal version of "you". 'Cause he considers Reaver a friend now. You wouldn't have caught that unless I'd pointed it out, I know. But I thought it worth pointing out. |D