Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
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Post by Mimi on Jan 17, 2009 23:18:30 GMT
"Laurie, you're ridiculous," Mimi laughed. " 'Side, that Bo'd probably chase anything in a skirt. Why on earth should I sit around and wait for his fine ass?"
It was quite possible that Mimi's mother would have a heart attack if she heard her little girl talking like that, but what could be done about it? Salina, Kansas was miles away, and there was no point in living in L.A. if one was not going to enjoy it to the fullest. Why should she tie herself down when there were so many possibilities in this damned city? There was so much fun to be had!
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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 Sept 16, 2009 4:33:04 GMT
POST TIME-SKIP
"Seven-fifty each, gentlemen!"
Money changed hands, and Mimi passed over the round of beers to a particularly rowdy group -- some frat pledges or other from the community college nearby. They were well on their way to screaming themselves hoarse, but so long as they kept ordering and kept tipping, Mimi didn't give two shits. The raucous bunch was lucky enough to receive a smile that, while brief, didn't showcase the mild panic that was building in the pit of Mimi's stomach. Something about the night had her on edge, whether it was the press of loud, near-violent people at the bar, or the unfamiliar throb of the new music from the new DJ; something was just off.
But that didn't mean she had the luxury of being able to step back and have a moment. Mimi dashed down the other end of the bar, took more orders, served more drinks, and kept on trucking, even as the crowd's restlessness seemed to grow and pulse around her.
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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 Jun 5, 2010 16:34:31 GMT
POST TIMESKIP
It was awful packed for a Thursday and while it wasn't often for a barmaid to complain about the potential for nice, fact tips, there was something off-putting about this particular crowd. Even as Mimi smiled and flirted, she could sense that something just wasn't right. The energy that she was getting wasn't as carefree and fun; there was something darker and more sinister at work.
Nonetheless, she had a job to do and it was nights like these when she was grateful for her "extra abilities". There should have been multiple broken bottles on the floor, but somehow Mimi never slipped up. This wasn't a night for any of her flair tricks, that was for certain -- these people just wanted their booze, and they wanted it yesterday. The attitudes she got, snapped and terse, weren't nearly as bad as the leering; Mimi was used to being objectified, but there was something in these men tonight that was just wrong. Chalk it up to leftover full-moon crazy, but it was started to give Mimi the heebie-jeebies, so much so that her smile became a bit fixed -- plastic-like.
She just needed to keep pouring at it would be fine.
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
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Post by Bo on Jun 5, 2010 23:28:43 GMT
Live long enough and the days ultimately started to lose their meaning; not entirely, but just enough so that Thursday might as well have been a Tuesday, Saturday and Sunday were just days and nothing special, that sort of thing. Bo had lived long enough now to be of that opinion, and as it was he was essentially self-employed and had no need to keep all the days and their meanings straight and separate in his mind. A day was a day, and weeks soon blurred into one another. He didn't even need to keep track of how many weeks had gone by anymore, no longer needing to count off a month to be ready for the full moon.
As he walked into Lunacy with all the confidence of a man who felt like he belonged there, as though he had always belonged there, it didn't take him long at all to pinpoint a particular, leggy blonde behind the bar, a hint of a smirk coming over his face as he made his way through the crowd and towards the long, strategically-lit counter where many a patron were congregating. As he grew closer, Bo too began to sense the strange tension in the air, almost like poorly-stifled aggression. As a wolf, he could pick up on those energies; he might not have had Mimi's particular abilities, but he had his own ways of reading people.
Finding himself a spot at the end of the bar, he leaned over enough to catch her attention when she came close without having to be too obvious about it. "Did you guys up your prices or something or is it just one of those days?"
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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 Jun 6, 2010 23:52:05 GMT
More likely than not, had Bo simply waited for Mimi to notice him, she might have walked right on by, and that was a feat. The blonde werewolf was rather eye-catching, after all, and she should know. Mimi began to wish that he'd come in on a quieter night, one that would let her focus more attention on him, but now certainly wasn't the time to be sulking.
"Got me, sugah." Her drawl was easy, but there was a hint of panic in her smile. "Could be some of 'em haven't let go off the full moon, yet."
From the opposite end of the bar came a short whistle, the kind one would use when calling a dog. Mimi's expression went from panic to irritation in a heartbeat; she held up a finger to Bo, indicating that she would return in a moment and then she marched down to the asshole on his barstool.
"That was rude, but what can I get you?"
The man would have been more attractive without the leer that twisted his face. "I'll take another vodka double," he shouted over the music. "And then could I get your sweet as in the backseat of my car later?"
Mimi snorted, served up the drink and walked off. She would get plenty more propositions tonight, she was sure of it, but damn, didn't anybody try tact anymore? Her expression was still stormy when she returned to Bo. "What's your poison tonight?"
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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 Jun 8, 2010 15:30:56 GMT
Bo couldn't help his own flicker of annoyance and just the faintest glimmer of brighter-than-normal blue in his eyes when the human at the other end of the bar whistled, the wolf inside shifting and baring its fangs. While Bo might not have been the perfect gentleman, he had still been raised with manners, in a time when men respected women, held doors open, pushed chairs in for them, offered their arms; all those little gestures that had been so commonplace in the time when Bo had been brought up. They were all so outdated now, he knew, and you were much more likely to see a man push past a woman to get into a crowded elevator than anything even remotely courteous or chivalrous. It was a strange thing for a pickpocket to think about, but while Mimi was gone, getting the man his drink before heading back, there was little else to occupy his mind unless he felt like letting all that restless, crackling energy really sink in, and for a werewolf, one who was already prone to bursts of energetic release, that hardly seemed like the best idea.
"You know what I like," he said to her with a tease of mischief to his words, offering her a grin that was all cheek. Mostly Bo didn't care what he had to drink, so long as he had something, but he wasn't wrong, either; Mimi did know what he liked. They'd spent enough time together by now for her to have picked up on his tastes and preferences. They knew a few secrets about one another, too, which was what made Bo wonder, every now and then, just how she could work in a place that was so crowded and crazed.
"What time do you get off?" he asked her instead of going with his original urge to ask how her head was, his subtle way of inquiring as to whether or not the room's occupants had given her a headache yet.
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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 Jun 10, 2010 20:57:00 GMT
Luckily enough, Mimi's head was fine. She got the odd snatches of thought -- mostly from the drunks who were projecting like crazy -- but she was so used to keeping her guard up that she hardly had to think about it. The strength of her mental walls usually played directly into her current mental state and, although she was a big frazzled, there was nothing bothering her to the point of making her slip up. Plus, she had Bo; the blonde, cheeky werewolf was proving to be an enjoyable distraction.
"That's right," she shot back with a wink. Mimi mixed Bo's drink without trouble and grinned a bit when he asked about her schedule. "I'm afraid I close tonight, sugar, so it won't be 'til late." The telepath handed over the mixed drink and quirked an eyebrow with mischief in her eyes. "Why? You thinkin' about monopolizing my time tonight?"
They had been spending plenty of time together, not that Mimi was complaining. She liked Bo: he was fun, he was handsome, and he sure as Hell knew how to show a girl a good time. Their friends with benefits arrangement was certainly working out.
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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 Jun 14, 2010 14:40:13 GMT
Since meeting Mimi and learning just what it was she could do, Bo had frequently found himself wondering what it would be like to hear the thoughts of others. The only time he could do that was when Mimi pushed hers into his head, spoke to him using her telepathy and allowed him, in turn, to do the same, giving them a private platform that had come in more than handy a few times since they'd started down the rather interesting road they'd decided to take. He couldn't help but wonder just how it would work for a werewolf, if it would complicate anything, susceptible as they could be to the energies of others, volatile as they were in certain people. There was no way to know, of course, but he couldn't help but wonder. Curiosity killed the cat, they said, but he was no cat.
Accepting the drink across the bar with a cheeky smile returning to the surface. "It crossed my mind," he responded, letting the blue of his eyes brighten beyond what was normal for any run-of-the-mill human, grin growing wider. It wasn't like Bo had anywhere else to be tonight; he'd already checked in with the guys -- and girls, technically speaking, though he knew Fee would never object to being referenced as one of those guys -- and work, if it called be called that, hadn't called to him. So if Mimi wasn't entirely against the notion, then yes, he fully intended to monopolise her time, to use her words.
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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 Jun 15, 2010 16:20:39 GMT
That smile of his was trouble, and she'd learned that quickly. Not that the wolf who came with the smile was much better. Mimi was certain that she had never met a creature quite like Bo. Oh, it wasn't his lycanthropy that made him unique -- because she knew a good number of wolves and she was something of an oddity herself -- but in terms of personality and mannerisms? Bo was something else. He was fun, and the slight thrill of danger that came from being tangled up with a werewolf sure didn't hurt, either. She knew Bo would never hurt her, not on purpose, but she had met the crowd he ran with; they were a rough pack, a mix of humans and supernaturals, all of them seemingly hell-bent on good, old fashioned chaos.
Once again: fun, but dangerous. Just the kind of crowd she loved.
So Mimi's crooked little grin widened as she ignored her bartender duties for a brief moment in order to lean forward on the bar and invade poor Bo's personal space. "Crossed your mind, huh?" she teased, and there was something wicked in the way her blue eyes shone. "What, you didn't have fun last time? Bo, I might just have to start getting insulted."
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
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Post by Bo on Jun 18, 2010 1:55:45 GMT
Bo's gang -- because he didn't fancy himself a pack creature, just as he knew Skid didn't; they were rogues to the core in every sense of the word -- were a ragtag bunch from all walks of life but they had all responded to the same call, come together to form a band of thieves, pickpockets and cheaters and scammers of one grade or another. They got along well, though, and the humans in the group didn't buck against the loose rules laid down by those like Bo or Skid, and that went a long way towards keeping them together. Wolves weren't solitary creatures, though, and though he wasn't a pack animal, Bo knew he needed others around him, people like Fee and Skid. His group suited him. They were his family when his own, the flesh and blood ties, had long since faded away into history.
His growl was quiet but rattling when she leaned over in a kind of physical challenge, or perhaps it was an invitation, and that wolfen blue burned even brighter in response. His smirk was nothing short of devious. "Maybe I'm the one who should be insulted," he returned, brows quirking up. "All this talk about you being fun. What about me, huh?"
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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 Jun 19, 2010 6:41:57 GMT
Mimi giggled, a low and feminine kind of sound that she was certain Bo would be able to pick up on, even with all of the clamor around them. "Oh, don't fret your pretty little head, sugah," the bartender drawled. "You always know how to show a lady a good time."
If the air hadn't been so clogged with impatience and slow-boiling anger, she would have been content to stick with Bo for the night, taunting him with her smiling and laughter. Unfortunately she needed tips, and focusing all her attention on one male customer -- no matter how charming or sexy -- wasn't exactly fair. Besides, her fellow 'tenders were a hair shy of getting a bit miffed; she needed to pull her weight tonight if she didn't want to get pinned down with a huge wash of general irritation. That always gave her a headache no matter what.
Without so much as a warning, the leggy blonde pressed her hands into the bar top and pushed. Her boots came down on the flat surface with a sharp kind of noise and there was a round of general catcalling as the song from the deejay changed to something bass-heavy -- raunchy. Bo got a wink and a grin as she slipped away, moving with a calculated kind of grace that drew the eye to her hips and her waist. With everyone else so keyed up, Mimi could only hope that a distraction would help -- if they were too busy staring at her ass, maybe they'd lay off the liquor for a bit.
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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 Jun 26, 2010 14:45:53 GMT
As a werewolf with more than a few decades under his belt, Bo knew how to filter through the kind of din that a club provided so effortlessly in order to catch what he wanted, whether it be a giggle like the one Mimi offered or a private word, even if they weren't aimed at him to begin with. He grinned at Mimi in response to her words, giving her an appreciative flash of brighter-than-normal blue for her troubles.
He stepped back with a smirk on his face as she took to the bar top itself in order to entertain the masses and -- hopefully -- unwind them a little. Bo went from watching her move to sweeping his eyes over the men in the crowd. He and Mimi had never agreed to be anything even remotely exclusive, and Bo wasn't the type to mate for life, but he was still a wolf, and that meant he was a touch possessive, not to mention protective. He wasn't going to be taking any chances with a crowd like the one gathered tonight; something told him they couldn't really be trusted, even if they did seem to settle down a little and relax into their stools somewhat at the sight of an attractive blonde dancing past them.
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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 Jul 4, 2010 5:46:37 GMT
So dancing on a bar top wasn't every girl's dream job -- hell, it wasn't even particularly classy -- but it made good money. Really good money, to be honest, and Mimi was all right with that. She had always been a performer at heart and, while Lunacy wasn't a terribly cultured venue, she didn't see anything wrong. It was a damned good job, a fun job, which was a lot more than some poor bastards could say.
Unfortunately, it didn't seem like tonight was going to be one of those fun nights. Mimi twisted her hips, bent her back, did everything to give the rowdy barflies something to concentrate on besides their raging testosterone all while grinning and pouting like a brat. It seemed to work for a short time and suddenly it was like she wasn't doing enough; the crowd got tired of simply watching and, apparently, decided that tonight they wanted a little audience participation. Mimi found herself laughing at first, using the sole of her boot to gently shove the braver gentlemen back into their seats. One particularly determined bastard actually reached over the bar to start swilling beer from one of the kegs -- the blonde 'tender smiled when she snatched him by the back of the neck, but there was a little bit of sharpness in that smile.
"Hey!" she shouted over the racket. "This is not a gas pump, son! Wait your turn!"
He was sent flying back into his seat with a non-too-gentle shove and that was when Mimi noticed the sudden shift. This crowd wasn't just out to blow off some steam -- it was like they wanted blood. "Hey, boys, chill out!" Mimi tried again, kicking out when someone grabbed for her ankle. "Come on, now, don't ruin the fun for everyone else!"
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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 Aug 21, 2010 20:07:29 GMT
If you had to work, at least find something you enjoy; that was a philosophy Bo had come to embrace over the years after he had realised he couldn't just coast along anymore. He had never worked a day in his life before becoming a werewolf and it was only when he had been forced to make it on his own that he had come to terms with the fact that he wasn't trained for anything that paid well enough to suit his tastes. And so he had turned to pickpocketing, putting his natural agility and stealth to good use, and god, did he love it. He enjoyed the work and made a nice chunk of change from the things he managed to lift from people on the streets or in crowds, so he kept it up. It was as simple as that.
Bo's enjoyment of the proceedings began to fizzle out quickly when he saw hands reaching for Mimi, any part of her the restless crowd could reach, and he felt the wolf burn in his blue eyes; he was lucky enough that no one close by would notice, or those that did would at least write it off as a trick of the lights as they pulsed through the club.
The sound of the blonde bartender's shouts for the men to settle down had him moving from where he had settled himself against the end of the bar and he shouldered his way through the crowd to get close enough to reach out and pull someone's arm away from Mimi's leg before it could claim a hold. "She said chill out," he snapped at the man and shoved him back into the crowd without taking the trouble to hold back any of his lycanthropic strength.
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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 Oct 25, 2010 23:24:13 GMT
Bo's efforts could be appreciated, but he was just one male, superior strength or no. His momentary show of violence only seemed to rile the crowd further, spurring them on in their raucous behavior; when Mimi shouted again -- "Let go-a me!" -- there was nothing even remotely playful in her voice. They men at the bar were clawing at her, quite literally, as if every single one of the would have a piece of her.
One of them actually succeeded -- someone's strong hand wrapped tight around the blonde's ankle and pulled. Before she could react or catch herself, Mimi realized she was falling into the crowd. Desperate, searching hands pulled at her clothes and skin, fingers caught her hair; the sons of bitches were going to tear her apart. Mimi shrieked in her indignation, but it wasn't until someone's flying elbow caught her in the nose that she realized she was in serious shit.
"Get off!" she howled over the noise and the music. She could feel blood dripping down her face. "Bo!"
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