Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
Posts: 161
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Post by Mimi on Feb 8, 2007 23:47:58 GMT
"Hmm..."
For all intents and purposes, Mimi appeared to be seriously considering her options. She worried her lower lip, cocked her head...and then she grinned. She had always been terrible at keeping a straight face.
"Give me a half-hour," she told Bo, sliding her arms idly around his waist. "And we can blow this pop stand."
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Feb 9, 2007 0:09:47 GMT
His grin became devious and very subtly triumphant as she replied, her arms wrapping around his waist, softly disturbing the bottom lining of his leather jacket, and he met her gaze with a discreet enthusiasm. “Half an hour… I think I can wait that long…” His grin became a sly smirk instead, crooked and playfully determined. Half an hour to a werewolf was nothing but a heartbeat, when compared to a human’s view on time; to a human, a half hour could mean everything… but to Bo, it was the blink of an eye.
“That is, of course, if you hold back on the teasing… if you think you can manage that for a half hour…” His grin returned, and the hand at her hip toyed delicately with the waistline of what she was wearing; not enough to encroach on her ‘personal space’, per se, but not without its own teasing nature.
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Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
Posts: 161
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Post by Mimi on Feb 9, 2007 0:35:06 GMT
Mimi laughed, a low sound that probably didn't carry too well over the rumbling bass. "I'll see what I can do," she taunted with a wink. "But it takes a tease to know a tease."
She rocked against him, intimately, for a brief beat before she was finally able to tear herself away. On down the bar she strolled before she hopped down easily. Then the vodka bottles were out again, lit by the multicolored strobes that flashed through the club. Mimi tossed them effortlessly as she served up drink after drink, all the while keeping track of the time.
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Feb 9, 2007 3:30:30 GMT
He too had hopped down from the bar, a gesture clearing a space below the raised counter in order for him to do so. Her words cycled busily in his mind as he reclaimed his place, checking via the reflection that his helmet and gloves were still safely stowed on the opposite side of the bar. His drink was taken in his hand again, and he watched Mimi discreetly from where he stood, ignoring any other attention that happened to drift his way; male or female.
Feeling the alcohol tingle as it slipped down his throat, he caught his own reflection in the bar mirror; blonde hair, blue eyes… he knew he turned a few heads, but some nights, he just wasn’t in the mood to return the attention. Tonight, however, for a certain bartender, that was different. He smirked in anticipation, and toyed with his glass.
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Fee
Human
Departed
I'm street-wise; I can improvise...
Posts: 66
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Post by Fee on Feb 9, 2007 3:46:44 GMT
Fiona was most definitely going to have a field day with this. She saw the display from her spot in the crowd and had to lean on Bobby's shoulder to keep upright. "Daaaa-yum," she heard the shaggy-haired human laugh over the music. "Bo's got good taste. Poor girl's not gonna know what hit her."
Fee whiped away tears of mirth before she replied, "Oh, Mimi can take care of herself...hey, gimme your phone, Bobbert."
Bobby complied and Fee went to work. The text message that she sent to Bo read thusly: Give Mimi my helmet. Don't break her, you freak.
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Feb 9, 2007 4:29:30 GMT
The werewolf practically heard the buzz before he felt it deep in the pocket of his pants, and he shifted against the bar, digging his cell phone from the depths of its concealment, flipping it open to find the text. Upon reading it, he grinned wickedly, and cast his eyes out over the mass of movement and dancing, catching sight of Bobby before he saw the considerably shorter figure of Fee just beyond a group of scantily-clad young women who didn’t catch his interest.
He wondered if she could see the wolf glint in his eyes from where she stood, but just in case she couldn’t, he casually leaned against the bar and replied: ‘Consider it done. And I bet you ten bucks she can handle it.’
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Fee
Human
Departed
I'm street-wise; I can improvise...
Posts: 66
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Post by Fee on Feb 9, 2007 4:43:46 GMT
The reply text nearly made Fee launch into gigglefits again. She managed to contain herself enough to type back: She will pwn you, loser.
With that said, she met Bo's wolfen gaze and grinned. He would have his fun tonight and, one way or another, so would she. Her fun probably wouldn't involve dragging one of the staff back to her place for general raunch, but hey, Fee could live with that.
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Feb 9, 2007 4:53:53 GMT
He debated giving Fee the finger from where he stood, but he settled for a subtle, but meaningful upward tilt of his head, as if to say ‘we’ll see about that’. He chuckled heartily to himself, shook his head, and turned his gaze from the mischievous young human, draining the rest of his drink, setting the glass down on the bar.
It had to be one of his records, he supposed; it hadn’t taken long for the exchange between Mimi and himself to get rather flirtatious, and it certainly hadn’t taken long at all for it to turn into an offer for outside, private continuation, for lack of a better description. He smiled quietly to himself, watching the way the club’s lights pierced the glass and reflected it in shards over the bar top.
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Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
Posts: 161
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Post by Mimi on Feb 9, 2007 4:59:30 GMT
It was actually more like fourty-five minutes before Mimi was able to escape the insanity of the bar. But it wasn't like she'd been counting. Really.
With a sly grin, she returned the white Stetson to the cowboy from whom it had been pilfered. She then hopped up and over the counter, slinking around a few barflies until she stood directly behind Bo.
"C'mon, sugah," she purred down his ear. "Lemme grab my things from the back room and we can get outta here."
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Feb 9, 2007 5:18:03 GMT
Bo hadn’t even noticed. He’d been content to sit around and wait, because really, he was of the opinion that it would be worth the wait. He’d enjoyed the show on stage, in his own nonchalant way, and heard Fee’s eruptions of laughter from the crowd many a time during the forty-five minutes that elapsed between their texting ‘battle’ and Mimi approaching him with the news that she was almost ready.
He glanced over his shoulder at her, sly grin in place, and cocked his head, before leaning over the bar to grab his stuff, taking hold of the helmet Fee had used so Mimi would have one to use on the bike.
“All set,” he told her as an acknowledgement, nodding his head a little with a subtle smirk still in place, to show her he would either wait here, or… well, if she told him he could follow, he wasn’t going to sit around and hesitate.
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Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
Posts: 161
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Post by Mimi on Feb 9, 2007 16:16:42 GMT
Mimi did, in fact, indicate that Bo could follow her into the staff room. Lunacy had never been much for formality. Bartenders, bouncers, and deejays alike usually had friends (with and without benefits) hanging about 'behind the scenes' for one reason or another; one more person would hardly matter. Plus, they would be able to work out the details of...whatever was going to happen in a less public setting.
The blonde 'tender glanced over her shoulder, met Bo's eye, and grinned lopsidedly. Not that you don't already have a pretty good idea of where this is headed...
Continued in: Staff Lounge with Bo
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Thatcher
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Hunter
Whatever pain may come, today this ends.
Posts: 90
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 17, 2007 23:40:08 GMT
POST TIMESKIP
The glass of single malt scotch, neat, was turned slightly on the bar’s surface as hazel eyes roamed the crowds that weaved and flowed and ground together on the dance floor, driven by the heavy, thunderous beat of the music that rumbled overhead from powerful, large, expensive speakers. Thatcher glanced up at them for only a moment before lifting his glass and downing what was left of the alcohol inside of it, barely even grimacing or flinching as it worked its way, burning faintly, down his throat. Setting the glass down prompted the bartender nearby to take it for a refill, as he had hinted they should when he had claimed the seat at the bar.
Had he been human, drinking such strong alcohol while ‘on the job’ might have been a risk, impairing his judgement and reflexes, but he wasn’t human. He was a werewolf, with a lycanthropic metabolism, and as such, the scotch could barely begin to take much of an effect before it was being burned off, broken down in his system and rendered meaningless; was there really any point when he couldn’t get drunk? Of course there was. It was familiar, something he recognised and trusted, and as the bartender set a fresh measure down in front of him without a fuss, he watched the richly-coloured liquid sway against the glass in which it was restrained before he pulled in a deep breath, and cast his gaze out over the club’s interior again.
The wolf within was restless, eager, almost desperate for a hunt with a bloody, gritty ending, and as he picked up the freshly-refilled glass, he worked on pushing down that itch while he waited for a prime target to catch his attention.
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Mike
Human
Departed
Sorting out the truth is a science in and of itself.
Posts: 57
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Post by Mike on Dec 18, 2007 0:07:13 GMT
Tonight seemed like a night for Lunacy and who was he to deny such a thing? If there was one thing Mike could say about himself, it was that he didn’t discriminate, especially where clubs were concerned. He was only drinking soda since he was driving, but he didn’t need alcohol to have fun. People watching was a blast with or without the stuff, honestly. Besides, so long as he wasn’t drunk, he might even be able to figure out what he was getting into if he found someone to invite back to his apartment later. And, Mike being who he was, already had a few women in his sights. All three of them seemed to be alone and it would be only polite to go up and start a conversation with someone. Too bad it wouldn’t work out with all three… That thought made him snort softly at himself. I may be a self-professed manwhore, but even I’m not that bad.
Taking a drink of his soda, he watched the three- two blondes and a redhead- and attempted to decide which one was his first pick.
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Isabel
Half-Vampire
Departed
Shoot 'em up, bang-bang...
Posts: 48
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Post by Isabel on Dec 18, 2007 0:38:10 GMT
Leather had been what she was in the mood for tonight, so it was leather that dominated most of her ensemble. The snug leather slacks tucked into knee-high leather boots, black leather and silver cuffs at her wrists; even an elaborate hairpin of black leather, stamped with the design of a rose. Top it all with a dangerously low top made of violet silk and Isabel most definitely turned heads as she swaggered into the joint. Her bike was parked safely down the street, her phone was off, and when she ordered her drink -- whiskey sour -- from one of the male 'tenders, she smiled and flirted easily.
For once in her miserable life, no one was calling with work or demands. She had more than enough cash to float her for a good, long time and she couldn't remember the last time she'd gone out at night without her entire arsenal of weaponry. Tonight was for fun, Isabel had decided, for she deserved the indulgence. Skid had insisted on tagging along, but she had turned him down flat.
She would run solo, tonight.
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Thatcher
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Hunter
Whatever pain may come, today this ends.
Posts: 90
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 18, 2007 5:51:26 GMT
The rogue male’s gaze had wandered constantly, never lingering in one place too long, until the female strutted her way flirtatiously up to the bar. Thatcher’s first impression was that she was simply a human with too much confidence, a sort of arrogance that would either land her in hot water and fast, or flat-out get her killed. Before he could decide which was the case, however, he took in a deep breath, the thick but shifting air in the club relaying her scent to him, and he made no effort to bite back the growl that rumbled in the rear of his throat, behind clenched teeth.
A vampire had just paraded herself up to the bar as if she didn’t have a care in the world, and Thatcher allowed himself a moment for his eyes to flash the vivid colour of the wolf. The sheer nerve and boldness of the vampire had the animal within clawing for freedom and for a chance to right the wrong it could see ahead of it. With his seat at the end of the bar, he had a perfect line of sight, keeping his gaze glued to the female, all too ready and able to shift his focus if and when she felt eyes on her.
Needless to say, if he got a chance, if a window of opportunity presented itself, he would put the bitch down. Just the sight of her had set his blood boiling, and that was a sure-fire sign that he needed to ash something.
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