D. Rothe
(The other one will drop, right?)
Lucy
[gone!]
D. Rothe
(Thanks!)
Lucy
[performancing]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7) ( success x 4 )
Lucy
[and also awarenessing]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 3, 7, 9) ( success x 2 )
D. Rothe
(You guys set the tone. :-) I can't make any performance rolls, but I can tell you some stats?)
Kalen Holliday
[How awake are we?]
Dice: 7 d10 TN7 (2, 3, 4, 4, 7, 9, 10) ( success x 3 )
Kalen Holliday
[And how distracted by resonance are we?]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 9, 10) ( success x 2 )
Lucy
The
time is early evening, the place: a bar with an open mic. The young
woman at the microphone bearing an acoustic guitar is tall and made a
couple of inches taller with the help of the three inch sole of her
knee-high black boots. She is dressed in a short black dress,
sleeveless, with a silvery embellishment running from shoulder to hem.
Her hair is a spill of dark magenta waves, curling down over her
shoulders. Fishnet hose, thick dark makeup, and a twist of silver
wrapped around her thin and pale upper arm complete the look of Lucy.
And
of course there is that chill, that frost, which winds and twists and
threads its way through the crowd, drawing attention to the stage with
more than just her charisma.
She's singing and strumming and stomping her heel, and the room is stomping their heels right along with the Dreamspeaker:
'Cos since I've come on home, well my body's been a mess
And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress
Won't you come on over, stop making a fool out of me
Why won't you come on over Valerie, Valerie, Valerie, Valerie?
Kalen Holliday
He's
usually paying more attention, but today he hears Lucy's voice drifting
out of a doorway before he recognizes the taste of frost in the air as
something other than winter coming already. Monsters hunt in winter
too, and of all the things monsters do that he cannot forgive dragging
him out into the snow is certainly one of them. It may be a lesser
evil, being forced out into the cold. May.
Lucy
draws attention, red hair and clothes that draw the eye. And, you know,
she is singing at a microphone. And so it is easy enough for him to
slip into the bar and order a martini, settle at a table toward the back
of everything to watch. He sets the drink down to slip out of a gray
coat, but settles back into it more like a cape before picking the
martini back up again. There's no glitter today, just jeans and a soft
mossy gray long-sleeved hooded shirt. A battered canvas messenger bag
on the floor at his feet.
He does not make a show of greeting Lucy, but if she looks back, he raises his glass to her in a brief salute.
D. Rothe
*Drothe
had gotten himself a drink early on and was watching the crowd,
watching people. Tonight he wore simple things, he had on a pair of
black skinny suit trousers, a dark blue shirt that was mostly done up,
and his leather jacket on over the top. On his feet he had a pair of
black brothel creepers. For once he wasn't wearing his shabby combat
boots. On one hand he had a large silver ring. His hair was still just
that little bit too long, dark and it fell in long dark waves.*
D. Rothe
*He
was leaning forwards on the table he'd gotten himself, one hand moving
the straw around in the glass he'd gotten himself. Watching the girl on
the stage sing with interest. In one ear was a cross, and a few rings,
in the other it was mostly rings and a few long scaffold bars. He'd
spent time on his appearance, his eyes were lined in kohl, he had a lip
balm on and his fingers were as usual painted black. The fingernails he
used his left hand were shorter than the fingernails on his right.
His foot tapped in time to the music, his lips even moved in time to the song, but he didn't interrupt.*
Lucy
It
takes Lucy a moment to realize the storm she feels is not an echo of
the rains that have been passing through the city in waves the last few
days, dropping water in drizzles and torrents and the occasional flash
flood of gumball sized hail stones, but a person. It is a feeling that
is familiar to her. When the door opens and in comes the Hermetic, Lucy
does not falter in her singing as she carries into the next phrase, but
she does smile to see him. He goes to order a drink, and of course she
can't immediately hop down off the stage to say hello. She's a little
busy for the time being. She is not to a point where she feels
comfortable asking her Avatar to conjure August's food from nothing,
after all, and she and her sister should probably like to eat, too.
Besides, there is the tug
of some other sensation. The bar is not terribly large, and though
it's a Wednesday night it's also an open mic night and there are many
people in to listen to the local talent. It makes it hard to pinpoint
its location and besides.
"Well sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you're doing and in my head I make a picture..."
There
is a movement in the back and of course her attention is drawn there.
Smiling as she sings, she returns Kalen's martini-salute with a wink.
Then she's stomping her heel again, swaying her hips as she closes out
the song. There, on her right thigh, is a rather large tattoo, too
intricate and obscured by the criss-cross of her hose to be made out
clearly.
Why won't you come on over Valerie, Valerie, Valerie, Valeri? Yeah Valerie!"
she concludes with a flourish. Swinging her right arm high up over her
head and smiling with wide, dark red-painted lips, leans to the
microphone. "You guys've been great." Her song over, she makes her way
off the stage to the sound of a hearty applause. She has to put her
guitar away and then perhaps she will take some time to speak with the
management, all friendly-like, about a more permanent gig of some sort.
[lucy will be distracted for a bit because now it is time for me to jet! hopefully you will still be going when i get back!]
D. Rothe
*He
raises his hands to applaud, nodding even more in appreciation to the
musician on the stage. But all too soon she's gone, that tattoo had
gotten his attention as well. He had his own ink, well who didn't
now-a-days? But his was hidden under his shirt and boy was he glad for
that jacket with the icy "aircon" going on. He looked on around to see
who might be next.*
Kalen Holliday
Kalen is
not interested in taking the stage. He does not want to play or to sing
or to recite poems to the patrons of this bar. Judging by the fact
that the glass in his hand rarely makes to his lips, he doesn't seem
terribly interested in drinking, either. Last time he went to a club,
it turned out to be infested with vampires. The time before that he was
dragged into a Mindscape (ruining a very promising date). There was a
armed robbery while he was just trying to get some coffee once. Trouble
just follows him, like a very enthusiastic puppy. Perhaps it only
wants love. Perhaps he should throw it little treats.
Anyway, he doesn't often get drunk in unsecure locations.
His
attention follows Lucy for a moment, but once she engages the manager
it drifts off again. And there, unfamiliar, is that sense of pulsing
light. His eyes sweep the bar, once. Twice. Settle now on Drothe.
D. Rothe
*He'd
picked up his drink again and pulled out a sheet of paper to make notes
on, slightly hunched he nodded his head before he put pen to paper.
His head swayed in time to the music that came on next, even if it were
terrible, he'd probably still find a beat to it. A sense of being
watched made him frown and he set the pen down, then frowned slightly as
he picked up his drink, took a sip through the straw, his eyes flitting
around the club from face to face to spot the viewer.*
Kalen Holliday
There are people who look away when you notice them watching you. Maybe offer a little smile of apology.
Kalen
just keeps watching. Perfectly calm, glass held aloft, almost dead
still. The music is a thing that happens around, breaks in waves across
skin. He is not part of it. Not drawn into it.
D. Rothe
*He
keeps his eyes on the man watching him, was there a bit of a challenge
in the stare? Some might think of it as such, but the corner of
D.Rothe's mouth lifted in a smirk. He couldn't help it, he just did it
out of reflex. His head tilted and he leaned to the side slightly
looking to see what it was Kalen was wearing. Then set the glass down
and steepled his fingers with a questioning look on his face. But nope,
he didn't break that stare.*
Kalen Holliday
The
corners of Kalen's mouth twitch a little at that smirk. And then again
when Drothe looks to see what he's wearing. Otherwise, he stays still.
Eyes steady.
D. Rothe
*He lifts his glass
again, then get to his feet lazily. As an afterthought he picked up his
pen and the paper. Then began to thread his way to the bar. Shaking
the glass at Kalen a little, then mouths.* Drink?
Kalen Holliday
Kalen
gives a slight shake of his head, looks down to the barely touched
drink in his hand, and then back up. He does not call across the bar,
does not rise to go over and speak at a normal human distance, does not
even mouth anything. Things he does do...well, thing, really...is go
back to his statue impression.
D. Rothe
*There
was an amused expression on the face of D.Rothe now. He shakes his
head and rolls his eyes a little, then places an order for a refill,
pays for it when it's done and then weaves his way over to the man
seated. The corner of his mouth lifting into that smirk again.* See
something?
*It was a simple enough question, one that he
added on with another.* She was pretty good. *He nodded after the girl
who'd sung so well.*
Kalen Holliday
He sets
the drink down as he is approached, then leans back and stretches out a
bit to nudge out a chair with one foot. "There is an entire bar full of
things to see."
Kalen glances at Lucy, then nods. "Yeah. She is. Do you know her?"
D. Rothe
*He
shakes his head taking another sip of the drink. Moving his other hand
to take the seat then gets comfortable, his dark hair falling across his
face a little before he raked it back. Then set his drink down.* Nope.
Just rolled into town a few days ago, I'm checking out the local
talent.. *He shrugged a bit.* Need to find out who the competition is
before I get set into a new club.
Kalen Holliday
"Clubs
around here can be hit or miss. Some are probably okay, but I have
awful luck with them." He shrugs. "I may just build an underground
bunker. With a proper bar." There is a slight pause. "Probably
inevitable, really."
D. Rothe
*His eyes rose
hearing that.* Hey now, that's not a bad idea. Call it Atrium or
something. *he shrugged, then offered his hand.* Danny.
Kalen Holliday
"I
meant for me. Guests perhaps, but not an open venture in such a
sense." He reaches out and takes the offered hand. Squeezes, just
once, firmly. There is no shaking, just a squeeze and release.
"Kalen."
D. Rothe
*The
shake was the same, firm but fair as he leaned back in his seat getting
comfortable.* All bars need music. Could prove lucrative to the right
owner with the right musicians.
Kalen Holliday
"The
right owner would be interested. I, however, am not." He bats
absently at the hilt of the little plastic sword skewering an olive. "I
wish you the best of luck in finding someone who is."
D. Rothe
*He
shrugged just a little.* It's fine. I've got one or two gigs lined up.
*It was refreshing to meet someone that had no idea who he was. Coming
to Denver was a good thing he decided as he let his eyes drift around
the bar once more, then back to Kalen.* So what is it you do?
Kalen Holliday
"Whatever, mostly." Again, a shrug. "Consistency is boring, after all."
D. Rothe
Yeah
tell me bout it. *He nods with a lopsided grin, then takes another sip
of the drink.* Shit gets stale it sort of loses momentum, then it's....
mundane.. *he shrugs a bit,* You gotta keep pushing the boundaries,
gotta keep finding that new line to move down or how else can anyone
grow? *He set the drink back down again.* S'why I'm here. Not L.A.
Kalen Holliday
That gets a little huff. "Just in time for winter? Do you hate yourself or are you just insane?"
D. Rothe
*He
snorted.* C'mon, Denver winters are near legendary. *he chuckles.*
Besides, where else would I want to be to get the best ice sculptures?
Kalen Holliday
"As practically a circle of Hell. And deservedly so."
D. Rothe
*Now
he couldn't help but chuckle more, shaking his head he picked up his
glass again and took another drink.* Serious as a heart attack, right?
Kalen Holliday
Kalen
sighs and takes a sip of his drink. "Just wait until ice starts
raining from the sky. Then you'll wish you'd gone to a not L.A. place
like Cancun."
D. Rothe
Right, cos the Mayan's
had it right... all that blood. *he shakes his head again, then he
watched people once more for a few seconds before glancing at Kalen.*
Take it you don't like snow or ice.
Kalen Holliday
"I
come from a place that is actually warm. It's already too cold for me.
But, I suppose this is why we have coffee. And hot chocolate. And
Jacuzzis. And airplanes. Perhaps I'll finally get to Australia. I
hear I have to see the kangaroos, or something."
D. Rothe
Hot
chocolate... *he rocks his hand out flat in a so-so gesture.* Coffee
though? Yeah, coffee's good, I'm the kind of guy that'll drink it cold
all year round though. Why'd you stay if you hate it so much?
Lucy
Lucy's
chat, as it turns out, includes the owner, a bartender, and a patron.
They form a little cluster by the bar, the bartender disappearing now
and again to see to this or that drink, but she's not alone over there
so she has time to chat a bit. Lucy stands, one knee slightly bent,
weight resting into the other leg, guitar case in one hand and a jacket
held over the other. Occasionally she glances sidelong across the bar,
to the man in the green shirt. Sees him staring down a dark-haired
man. Glances again, sees they're still staring off. Glances again,
sees the dark-haired man's joined Kalen's table.
Eventually,
of course, these occasional glances get noticed. The conversation is
brought to an end, the owner reaching out for Lucy's hand, his other
reaching out to clasp over it, shaking her one with both of his, but
there is a pause. Eyes widening. A look of concern. He turns to the
bartender, has her pour out a bourbon for a singer too polite to beg it
off (she's fine, she's not sick, not dying, her skin just happens to be
the clammy cold of a corpse, it's okay). Lifting her guitar case first
she shows she has no free hands, really for a drink. Someone relieves
her of it, and finally, Lucy is free to roam.
And of course
she roams her way right over to Kalen and his new friend. Resting a
hand over Kalen's shoulder - making sure to avoid direct skin-to-skin
contact with his neck, she asks, "What do you hate so much?" And then,
"Hi, I'm Lucy." No offer of a hand, though the greeting is friendly
enough.
Kalen Holliday
"Winter, Snowdrop.
This is the first place I've ever lived that gets this cold." He huffs
"And then, naturally, I take up with you and Alexander." But he makes
no move to dislodge her hand, any more than he flinched away the day he
set his palm to hers. He does not like the cold. He does like Lucy.
"This is Danny. Danny, Lucy."
"There are other things to like about Denver than the weather."
D. Rothe
*His
hand lifts in a brief wave of fingertips, the shortened nails there a
black ripple from little finger to index and nothing more. He was
comfortable as he picked up his drink again. Taking another sip from the
straw.* Hey. Nice work on that song you did then.*Then his attention is
on Kalen again with those rich mahogany red brown eyes.* Yeah?
Mountains, I hear the trails are good, shame i can't ride a horse. .
Lucy
Lucy
lifts her glass, returning the little wave with more of a salute.
"Thanks." Without looking at Kalen, she gives his shoulder the
slightest squeeze before releasing him. It seems an age since they last
saw each other. July, she thinks. Before she and Delilah drifted away
for a while.
Pulling up a chair, she settles herself on its
edge and sets her glass down on the table, relieving the glass of her
frigid touch. "Nice to meet you, Danny," she says. Then, brows
furrowing, she tilts her head, studying the newcomer curiously. "You
look familiar, have we met before?"
D. Rothe
I
was in a coffee house a few days ago, maybe you've just seen me around
here and there over the past couple of days. *He smiled as he said it,
cheerful disposition and all that.* So, Kalen does this and that, what
is it you do apart from open mic nights?
D. Rothe
(Sorry, jumped the gun)
Kalen Holliday
He
watches them speaking, relaxed, but silent again. He picks his martini
back up, but he doesn't drink from it. They can talk about...whatever
it is people talk about. Sports. Weather. Music. Things that are not
vampires and power and politics. And wonder. Still, even now,
sometimes wonder.
Lucy
He was in a coffee
house but Lucy shakes her head. No, that couldn't be it. She can't
place him, can't remember him, because who would think a singer on his
way toward celebrity status would be just wandering around in Denver of
all places? She lets it go and takes a drink before setting her glass
down again.
With a smile she says, "Oh, just about the same, really. Singing just pays the bills sometimes."
D. Rothe
I
hear you on that one. *he grins lopsidedly again. Perhaps it was the
grin? Maybe that was it.* We all got to pay our way and those bills just
keep on piling up. Still, I'm here now, I might even consider putting
some roots down. *he picked up his drink once more to take another sip,
then lifted his glass higher to examine the contents.* I'm going to need
another redbull.
Kalen Holliday
Kalen's eyebrows draw together a little at thought that anyone might ever think they need more
redbull. That is right up there with Alyssa's beer as far as things he
is not interested in drinking. He glances at his martini. Not even
half gone. No more drinks for him.
"They do." He looks over at Lucy, still frowning. "Hey. Stay away from the Black Orchid. Both of you."
Lucy
"Hear
hear," she says, lifting her glass to Rothe for a toast, like what he's
said about bills is the sort of thing one toasts to. For Lucy,
obviously it is.
Whether his drink clinks against hers or she
simply lifts it in another salute, she is taking a drink when Kalen
looks at her all frown-faced. Lucy's brows lift above her narrow,
bright green eyes.
Then she's frowning.
"What? Why?"
D. Rothe
*Of course he lifted his drink to chime it against Lucy's.
Now
it was Drothes turn to raise his eyebrows slightly at that, a bit of a
command to the mans words, but he nodded slightly at the words.* Right.
Okay.
*Then Lucy spoke and he gave ground to her for the
man to answer. Watching their faces even as he raised his hand for
another round of drinks for those who might want it.*
Kalen Holliday
"Because
I said so?" He sighs. "It's a long story that begins with me
attempting to grab a drink and ends with the kind of madness that comes
of me going to clubs. Or the mall. Or...hell. Anywhere. I'm amazed
nothing has exploded yet tonight."
He takes a sip of his drink. "It's not the safest place. I can explain more later."
Lucy
Lucy's
frown turns to a look of surprise, then incredulity. "And who are you
to tell me what to do?" she asks evenly. Then she's rising, nimbly
leveraging herself up from the chair without managing to expose any more
of her thighs than were already visible. A feat of magic in itself,
though there is no sudden drop of temperature to herald it.
"Last
I checked, you weren't the boss of me," she says, looking at him with
disappointment in her spring green eyes. At present, the only one who
can require anything of Lucy, no questions asked because I said so, is
not at this table. Not technically, at any rate.
"Danny, it was nice to meet you. Maybe I'll see you around sometime. Good luck with the roots."
D. Rothe
Uh,
sure... *He frowned and almost got up to go with it, but didn't.
instead he just looked between the pair of them.* I miss something?
Kalen Holliday
"Go,
then. Don't let me stop you from getting yourself eaten because you
can't trust me long enough to wait to get a more comprehensive
explanation. Enjoy that." Kalen waves, a little waggle of his fingers.
He
looks back to Danny. "Just that apparently no one trusts me.
Whatever. You can go get eaten too. Or not. I'm not sure why I
bother at all around here sometimes."
Lucy
[WP]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (3, 5, 7, 9, 9, 10) ( success x 4 )
Lucy
That's
when Lucy's chin lifts. She is cold to the touch, full of frost, but
she was always warm to him. Once upon a time she liked him, thought
that maybe he liked her, too, until he realized he's just a flirt,
nothing more. But they were friends.
The look she gives him
is like ice. The first frost of winter to be followed by howling winds
off the mountains. If she could, maybe her cheeks would flame with
indignation, but she can't so she doesn't. For a moment her eyes flick
to her abandoned glass, still at least half-full of bourbon. "You
forget who you're talking to, Kalen. When you go, tonight or a hundred
years from now, I will be the one who guides your spirit across. Not the other way around."
She doesn't wait for his response, but storms away finally, to collect her guitar and her jacket and exit out into the night.
D. Rothe
What
the hell did I do?! *His voice went up in pitch in his surprise even as
his eyebrows shot up and he turned his fingers to point at himself.*
Hey.. Now you just hold on a second. I ain't done nothin... *Yet. But he
didn't add that bit. His eyebrows met in a frown again.*
*Then he fell silent as they discussed openly a little something else.* I uh...
Kalen Holliday
"Underground.
Bunker." He says very seriously to Danny. "Where I will drink with
the three people or so in the world who can stand me. Perhaps two, by
the time I get there. Perhaps just me. However it works out."
D. Rothe
*He
nodded, raising his eyebrows again slowly.* Consider your words of
wisdom noted. Avoid the black orchid and uh... any strange holes in the
ground with music coming out of behind blast doors. *Then the corner of
his mouth was lifting again.* I take it you don't get to socialise
much.
Kalen Holliday
"I get to socialize all the time." Kalen flashes a quick grin. "Mostly with passing to abysmal results."
D. Rothe
*At that he shook his head still smiling.* Yeah... I could kind of give those sorts of socialising a miss personally.
Kalen Holliday
"I'm...good with cats?" He smiles a little. ".....................also people who are good with feral cats?"
D. Rothe
Feral
cats? The type that climb up under the hood and end up getting all
caught up? *he asked again, pushing the glass away when he realised it
was empty.* What am I good with... *He shrugged a bit.* People. I
guess?
Kalen Holliday
"Yeah. The ones who
mostly don't let you pet them and won't take food from your hand. That
kind." He glances at the empty cup.
"Drink?"
D. Rothe
*He
looked at it then nodded.* Go on then, redbull, vodka, no ice. Yeah
somehow I can see you being happy dealing with the prickly kind.
Kalen Holliday
His
nose crinkles about the redbull. "Fine. But under protest. We'll
save teaching you to drink something less like antifreeze fot the second
date. Metaphorically speaking." He leaves his martini and heads for
the bar.
D. Rothe
*He blinked in surprise at
that... lifting his chin and frowning a bit before he turned his head
and let his eyes follow Kalen as he walked to the bar, for once he was
lost for words but there was a chuckle on his lips none-the-less.*
Uhuh.. *He waited for Kalen to come back, pulling out the sheet of paper
and the pen, jotting down a few more words as he did so, they'd still
be there available to read when Kalen came back from being served the
drink.* Thanks..
Kalen Holliday
Kalen returns and sets the drink beside the paper. The paper gets only a glance. It's not really any of his damned business.
He settles back into his chair and reclaims his martini. "Anyway. Now that you've seen what a typical night with me is like."
D. Rothe
I
don't think this is that typical.. from what you've implied it's more
dramatic and with more uhhh..... *He frowned picking up the drink to
take a sip.* intensity? *He snorted faintly as he swallowed.* Besides,
you only picked a fight wiht the one person so far. I'm far harder to
piss off.
Kalen Holliday
Kalen takes a sip of his drink, mostly hiding a smile. "Good. I do love a challenge."
D. Rothe
*Now
he chuckled again shaking his head.* oh right, that's the plan.. piss
me off, that way I'll hate you like everyone else does.. *He nodded his
approval.* Aiming to be an international man of mystery?
Kalen Holliday
He
laughs at that. "I do look fantastic in a suit. But, in this case, I
just have a fondness for olives. I never really had them when I was
young. So...now I tend to grab them pretty often. And they seem just
naturally given to floating in drinks with little plastic skewers."
D. Rothe
*He
laughed again.* so you like your martini extra dry, a touch of olive in
it and don't tell me, shaken... but never stirred. Perhaps I should
call you Bond... But no, you've a penchant for cats. Blofeld would suit
you better.
Grace Evans
[Awareness???]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (2, 4, 5, 8, 9) ( success x 2 )
Kalen Holliday
"I think, actually, that you may meet someone a lot more suited to Bond if you put down roots after all."
D. Rothe
*Now
that there seemed to be more people in the bar, Drothe was getting
warmer so he removed his leather jacket at leisure and rolled up his
sleeves a little, ink there on display, on one wrist was the infinity
symbol, or one of sorts on the inside of his other forearm were words
that could be seen. What looked like Saeva in heavy black italic ink.*
Yeah?
*He shook his head and took another drink, leaning forwards at their
table and resting his elbows on it.* What makes you say that?
Kalen Holliday
"Because I think he might actually be an international man of mystery?" Kalen laughs. "Okay. Not quite. But his car. There should be a better word. It is like art."
D. Rothe
You
have my attention Mister Blofeld. *He purrs, lifting his hand to cup
his chin staring at Kalen.* What car does he drive? Mine, has its
moments when I want to scrap it and start driving something more
modern.
Grace Evans
So, Grace knows where
Kalen is because of course she does. She knows this bar because of her
ex-studenthood. But she's not comfortable here. This is the look of
someone who's distinctly keeping an eye out, because who knows what
lurks in the nights of Denver? Well, Grace knows (of) a few of them too.
She's
got on a super-expressive and noticeable outfit of jeans, sneakers and a
black t-shirt at the moment, which -- let's just say, between that and
her natural Arcane, it makes her hard to notice. She could be anyone,
really.
Eyes scan the crowd, looking for someone, until she finds him and makes a beeline toward the two. And who is this? Who are you?
She slides her way into a seat at the table, and sliding seems to be her thing (like a faultline). Sliding sharpness. A focused avalanche.
"Hi," she says, to Droth.
"You found a friend?" she continues, this time to Kalen.
It doesn't even occur to her that she might be butting in.
Kalen Holliday
"Fantastic.
The car is fantastic." He turns to Grace. "Yeah. This is Danny.
Anyway, between me and Hawksley, who is James Bond?"
D. Rothe
Hi. *Drothe replies to the greeting and smiles.* Yeah, he's trying to put me off though.
*Then
he paused and lifted his head suddenly with a frown as if something
had just occurred to him. Then sighed and picked up his drink to take a
longer swig of it, properly this time. A few short glugs and it was
gone. Then he set it back down.*
Well, thank you for the
drink. I'm afraid I have to be moving on though, got stuff to do. *He
does at the least sound regretful though while he gets up slowly and
picks up his leather from the vacant seat Lucy had left behind.* We
should definitely talk again. Then I'll tell you all about James
Bond. *Then he smiled once more at Grace.* Nice to meet you, fleeting
though it was. I'm sure we'll meet up again another time. (Mainly as
it's nearly 4am!! Where has the time gone!!)
Grace Evans
"Phh.
You. Obviously. I mean, Hawksley doesn't have a gun fetish. That I know
of," Grace says, and lifts her chin as if to lend a joking
authoritative weight to the statement.
"Aww. I'm sure we will. We tend to do that," she says to Drothe.
D. Rothe
*He waved.. heading out the door with a grin on his face, people looked as he left, then he was gone.* (Nini and thanks!)
Kalen Holliday
"Later. Drinks that don't taste like antifreeze. James Bond. Sounds awesome." He waves.
"Yeah. But, you know, Hakwsley has that car....."
Grace Evans
"What
car?" Grace says, because she does not know of the car in question.
Yes, that's right, all the times she's met with Hawksley she never put
two and two together and came up with 'that's his car'. Maybe she just
doesn't want to think that badly of someone?
Kalen Holliday
Kalen smiles. "His car is kinda fantastic. And really hot. Drink?"
Grace Evans
"Yes.
Yes I will. He has a hot car? Why would anyone want a car that's hot
all the time? Or are you saying you're sexually attracted to his car?
Because that is a thing. Did not expect that of you,
though," she says, and it sounds very much like if someone were to have a
sexual attraction to cars, she wouldn't judge. She says her little joke
so dry and matter-of-fact, she might as well be discussing the weather.
Kalen Holliday
"I was joking about being attracted to his car." Kalen rolls his eyes. "What kind of drink you want? Please tell me it does not involve redbull."
Grace Evans
"Eww.
I am a Monster kind of person. And I wouldn't mix it with alcohol.
That's just wrong," Grace says, makes a face. "And before you get on to
me about the Monster, I know we have good coffee, but sometimes I need
to chug caffeine all night and it's convenient. I don't even have to stop coding in order to stay awake."
She
sniffs. Smells like pot in here. Well, it's right close to the Uni, and
it is Denver, so... Ahh, the smell of pot and bar patrons -- it does
take a girl back.
"I don't know. A beer? I don't want to get
hammered. Had too much of that this week with Elijah already. He has a
severe love affair with tequila."
Kalen Holliday
"Okay.
No tequila." Kalen smiles. "I can do beer. One minute." And he
wanders off toward the bar, and back with a beer, which he sets in front
of Grace. "Merry Christmas."
Grace Evans
This
is the way Kalen works, Grace has figured out. He doesn't always ask
what you want, and just obtains things for you in the hopes of figuring
out what it is you like. So she has to twist the bottle around to figure
out what it is he got for her, which she completely expects to be the
most top-of-the-line brew this place has to offer.
She lets him do that. He does so want to be helpful.
"Happy Halloween," Grace replies, and twists the cap off of the bottle. "Oh, speaking of which... Halloween pinatas?"
Kalen Holliday
Kalen
grins. "Ghosts? Pumpkins?" His grin fades not at all. "Bonfire.
I'd say we could attack scarecrows, but...you know...friends. So, no
attacking scarecrows. Pretty much everything else if cool.
"We should do the bonfire though. Alexander wants to roast marshmallows like you wouldn't believe. It's actually kind of adorable."
Grace Evans
"Vampires.
With candy inside," Grace says and shoots Kalen a grin that says just
how much she'd love a vampire pinata to beat up.
"I don't want
to beat up the Message, it's true. He is a cool... you know, he's just
cool," Grace says, because she can't come up with an appropriate term
for an 'owl angel spirit sending' in public.
"Oh agreed on the
bonfire and the marshmallows, as long as we don't burn the house down.
That could be bad. I love roast marshmallows. We should make smores."
Kalen Holliday
"We
should." He grins. "Vampire hunting would be better if all the
vampires were filled with candy. We definitely need to give them each
one of those gummy hearts. We could stick one to the outside and try to
stake them!!!"
Grace Evans
It is said that
multiple exclamation points used in casual conversation is a sign of
insanity. They are probably right. But Grace's eyes light up anyway,
with the prospect of staking a gummy-heart vampire that explodes into
candy bits.
It is a nice mental image.
But still.
Even though she's grinning and crazy-eyed herself, she shushes Kalen.
"Okay, so maybe the whole bar doesn't need to know how excited we are
about staking vampires? Because someone might take it seriously? But
yeah. I like that idea so much."
There's a beer in her hand. Oh, yes. Beer. Forgot about that. She takes a swig.
Kalen Holliday
"I take my staking vampires in their gummy hearts very seriously and I do not even care if they know."
Grace Evans
She
imagines a super-serious Kalen stalking and staking a vampire pinata
with a gummy heart tacked to the outside and the mental image is enough
to cause a giggle-fit.
"We'd make the best vampire pinata hunters."
Kalen Holliday
"Definitely." He grins. "Who are we convincing to stake vampires dressed as a princess?"
Grace Evans
"You. Or Alex, even. He would make a marvelous princess," Grace says, and drinks some more beer.
Kalen Holliday
"As much as I really want to now, I do not think I can convince Alexander to dress up as a princess."
Grace Evans
"Heee.
Princess Alex. Staking vampires like Buffy. And you, taking it serious
as hell, because you do," Grace says, and the giggle fit continues.
It just keeps getting better and better.
Kalen Holliday
"Okay. Technically that would be prom dress. Or something." Thankfully he gets that reference. Seriously.
Grace Evans
"Yes. You don't think we can convince him? I mean, considering what's been going on, he'd make the perfect Buffy. He has to say yes."
After all, he was in
a fistfight with the undead. Granted, he may not be in the mental state
yet to make fun of that fact, but still. Grace certainly is.
Kalen Holliday
"I'm not sure he'll see it quite like that. But...we can try."
Grace Evans
"What about Alyssa?" Grace says, playing with fire now. "I could see her in pink taffeta."
Swig.
Kalen Holliday
"She
might. We should definitely try to convince people that costumes." He
grins. "We should give out party favors. We definitely need to plan
some amazing party favors."
Grace Evans
"And candy for the pinatas. Like cherry something. For realism."
Yes, realistic blood candy. To go with the gummy heart. But that probably goes without saying.
"Party favors... You have any ideas there? I suck at planning parties."
Kalen Holliday
"I'll have to do some research, but I'm sure we'll come up with something."
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