Kiyoshi didn't miss a beat when the redhead asked about strippers. "No strippers," he said as he flipped a bottle behind his back and poured it over his shoulder into one of the blue-lit martini glasses Evan had ordered. Then he cast a somewhat critical eye on the taller dark-haired man. "I don't think he'll have any trouble attracting a girl if he wants one, though."
The guy was perfectly good to look at, Kiyo speculated casually. He did peer around the dance floor at the assertion that there needed to be more women around. "Seems like there are plenty to me. How many, exactly, were you looking for?"
He cocked an eyebrow at Guillaume. "But there's the catch," he said. "If you're a gamer yourself, wouldn't you want a woman who's interested in gaming, too? So while the ratio might not be perfect, at least here you know you've already got a mutual interest. Mostly."
He qualified his statement because while it was largely a gamer's paradise, Terminus was still a new bar, fresh, on-trend, and exciting whether you wanted to game or not. He grinned at JT and Red when the casual introductions were made. "Nice to meet you both."
Guillaume had introduced him with his nickname but Kiyo didn't correct his boss in front of patrons... and as hardly likely to correct him at all. Very few people called him anything but Kiyoshi. He was somewhat particular on that point but again... it wasn't something he would ever press, really.
Kiyo continued mixing drinks, not really getting tired at all. He could flairtend for hours. He enjoyed it, and it took a while before he became fatigued enough to risk dropping glasses. He wasn't anywhere near that point. When he was, he'd take a break and bartend like a normal human being.
In the meantime he scanned the crowd for Evan. It wasn't hard to find him; in his bright clothing and even amongst guys who were easily as tall as him, the vampire stood out. Kiyoshi watched as his boss produced a flowered ornament for a pretty, dark-skinned girl and presented it to her with a smile. Evan was good at promoting his new place, and he looked like he was in his element, socializing and having a good time.
Opening Night (Open)
((OOC: The grand opening of Terminus has been big news in Nachton for weeks. The complex is huge and puts a new spin on night clubs and gaming establishments. The owners have spared no expense in advertisement and entertainment. Come join us. Enjoy the show! ))
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Opening night had finally arrived. They were doing their best to make it an event to remember. They had a big pre-show that began around mid day for the crowd that had begun to form before the doors opened. Around dusk several live bands began to play for the much larger audience as the sun set and the doors opened.
Then Evan began his magic show. Normally he was not fond of big stage acts. He preferred more up close and personal illusions but you just couldn't beat big and flashy for keeping the attention of the crowd.
He appeared on stage in a puff of smoke. That was the mandatory magician's entrance wasn't it? He was dressed all in white: jeans, boots, shirt and trench coat. The coat and shirt had a thin line bright blue PVC piping to add a futuristic flair. Evan had his hair loose and with a few white owl feathers braided into one side. A white band of face paint ran in a horizontal strip across his nose and eyes.
His performance began with taking one of the white feathers from his hair and transforming it into a small owl that flew from his grasp. Evan then produced a little replica contraption of an early flying machine. It rose from his hands and out over the stage before disappearing. Next a full scale version of of an old Vega prop plane was rolled onto the stage. He made it vanish and reappear with a woman dressed in an early aviation outfit at the helm.
Further illusions included more modern planes leading to space shuttles and eventually to a futuristic space craft.
Evan disappeared in a beam of light to be replaced by Kiyoshi.
Kiyoshi Salinas
12 years ago
Evan Talkingwater
12 years ago
Evan looked down at the white clothing with blue piping and then back into the girl's pretty blue eyes. Leaning down closer so she could hear him, he looked around both left and right before speaking in a conspiratorial manner.
"Nope, I just thought I would wear these clothes to confuse the staff. Its working really well so far!" He gave her a bright smile then to say he was joking. "Truthfully though. I don't work here. I own it." As much as one could own land. This was his. "Me and the tall fellow at the bar." He was amused to call Guillaume tall but he knew that they were both considered giants by most people.
Straightening he looked over at the man with the woman. "Yes, she's one to hang on to." Unless the man wanted a cheaper bar tab. All he would need to do was let her stand still by herself for fifteen minutes and someone will have bought her another drink. Of course that might just be the hunter in him talking...or the bartender; he wasn't sure which.
"There is DDR in the video gaming concourse down toward the end with the other games on the wii and xBox that involve more movement than the usual gamer is used to." Evan mimed holding a controller in his hands and pressing the buttons with his thumbs to illustrate the range of motion a typical gamer experienced while playing. "There is a little blond in there." He brought a hand up to about five feet. "her hair is short, with a pink strip in the front. She loves DDR and can show you where to find it and help you set up a station if one does not already have the mats out."
((OOC: While Evan would love to hang out and embarrass himself playing a game of DDR with you guys, he can't really do it on opening night.
Feel free to play run into Becky and move her around as you need. She's friendly and cheerful. Looks like a cheerleader because she used to be one but secretly is also a wicked mean opponent in first person shooters. Happy Dancing! Feel free to come back by the bar! ))
"Nope, I just thought I would wear these clothes to confuse the staff. Its working really well so far!" He gave her a bright smile then to say he was joking. "Truthfully though. I don't work here. I own it." As much as one could own land. This was his. "Me and the tall fellow at the bar." He was amused to call Guillaume tall but he knew that they were both considered giants by most people.
Straightening he looked over at the man with the woman. "Yes, she's one to hang on to." Unless the man wanted a cheaper bar tab. All he would need to do was let her stand still by herself for fifteen minutes and someone will have bought her another drink. Of course that might just be the hunter in him talking...or the bartender; he wasn't sure which.
"There is DDR in the video gaming concourse down toward the end with the other games on the wii and xBox that involve more movement than the usual gamer is used to." Evan mimed holding a controller in his hands and pressing the buttons with his thumbs to illustrate the range of motion a typical gamer experienced while playing. "There is a little blond in there." He brought a hand up to about five feet. "her hair is short, with a pink strip in the front. She loves DDR and can show you where to find it and help you set up a station if one does not already have the mats out."
((OOC: While Evan would love to hang out and embarrass himself playing a game of DDR with you guys, he can't really do it on opening night.
Feel free to play run into Becky and move her around as you need. She's friendly and cheerful. Looks like a cheerleader because she used to be one but secretly is also a wicked mean opponent in first person shooters. Happy Dancing! Feel free to come back by the bar! ))
Miya
12 years ago
Miya squealed in delight as she heard that there was DDR. She clung onto Scott's arm as they were given directions towards the appropriate area. She bounced happily and looked up at him, grinning brightly towards her love and Master. She wondered if he wished to say anything else. Then she teased him a little bit. "Mhmmm...Bet I can beat you." But honestly, she really didn't want to beat him. She just wanted the experience of being with him doing it. Back in DC she'd been so competitive with him. But now, her teasing seemed hollow, even to herself.
Evan had wandered away, doing the things that owners and staff did. "Wow. I didn't realize it was -opening- night!" She gasped loud enough that Scott could hear. "And the -owner- came over to say hello!" She was growing a bit more inebriated as the volume in her glass grew lower and lower. "Wow! Why..." She just couldn't understand that he had done it because she was pretty. The concept just didn't seem to compute.
Normally she would tug his arm and drag him towards the area for DDR. Instead she stood at his side, letting him decide.
Evan had wandered away, doing the things that owners and staff did. "Wow. I didn't realize it was -opening- night!" She gasped loud enough that Scott could hear. "And the -owner- came over to say hello!" She was growing a bit more inebriated as the volume in her glass grew lower and lower. "Wow! Why..." She just couldn't understand that he had done it because she was pretty. The concept just didn't seem to compute.
Normally she would tug his arm and drag him towards the area for DDR. Instead she stood at his side, letting him decide.
The Pipers
12 years ago
Lewis shoved his hands into his pockets and let Dom and Marko push him into Terminus. He had gone out plenty of times with the other Pipers, but that evening he had hemmed and hawed while trying to decide if he wanted to go because of the parallel traces he was running on the Piper's CPU and his own located in his buried lair. He had started referring to it as his 'lair' only to himself, but it made him anxious to think Dougie was left at the helm. Plus he was a nerd and he wanted his computers.
"You need to get a little more sun, Lew. Your complexion has taken on a none too subtle green glow."
"Aw come on, it has not," Lewis mumbled unhappily to Domingo.
Marko placed his large hand on Lewis' shoulder and chuckled with that low baritone that he could feel deep down in his chest. "It'll be fun. The Sarge and JT should be here already."
Lewis frowned at Marko's casual reference to Red as 'The Sarge". Charlie was the Sarge and had been for years. Ignoring it, Lewis let the two other Pipers drag him into the club.
"This is suppose to be some sort of techno bar...thing...isn't it?" Already Lewis was bracing himself to see the shoddy computer hook ups and sweat stained nerds...his brethren, as it were.
Together the three Pipers instinctively took in the features of the club, noting the exits, bouncers, and readying a 'Plan B' should they need one. They were there to have fun, but habits died hard.
Dom reached out and pointed toward the bar and moved the three of them toward Red and JT.
"Seems like there are plenty to me. How many, exactly, were you looking for?" A short, brown skinned man behind the counter, tossing drinks efficiently, asked the two seated Pipers.
"We need at least four - the red head has his own already," Dom said slapping Red on his back. With a round of laughter, the other Pipers leaned onto the counter and began saying their hellos and ordering their drinks.
Lewis hung back and sat down next to JT, on the fray of the group. Looking at his phone, he checked the status of his computers, holding back on ordering a drink for himself.
"You need to get a little more sun, Lew. Your complexion has taken on a none too subtle green glow."
"Aw come on, it has not," Lewis mumbled unhappily to Domingo.
Marko placed his large hand on Lewis' shoulder and chuckled with that low baritone that he could feel deep down in his chest. "It'll be fun. The Sarge and JT should be here already."
Lewis frowned at Marko's casual reference to Red as 'The Sarge". Charlie was the Sarge and had been for years. Ignoring it, Lewis let the two other Pipers drag him into the club.
"This is suppose to be some sort of techno bar...thing...isn't it?" Already Lewis was bracing himself to see the shoddy computer hook ups and sweat stained nerds...his brethren, as it were.
Together the three Pipers instinctively took in the features of the club, noting the exits, bouncers, and readying a 'Plan B' should they need one. They were there to have fun, but habits died hard.
Dom reached out and pointed toward the bar and moved the three of them toward Red and JT.
"Seems like there are plenty to me. How many, exactly, were you looking for?" A short, brown skinned man behind the counter, tossing drinks efficiently, asked the two seated Pipers.
"We need at least four - the red head has his own already," Dom said slapping Red on his back. With a round of laughter, the other Pipers leaned onto the counter and began saying their hellos and ordering their drinks.
Lewis hung back and sat down next to JT, on the fray of the group. Looking at his phone, he checked the status of his computers, holding back on ordering a drink for himself.
JT Paulson
12 years ago
The three other Pipers joined the counter and immediately integrated themselves into the conversation with Kiyo and the other manager. The noise level was kicked up several notches just by their presence, but Lewis sat down next to JT, as quiet as a church mouse, fussing with his phone already. Reaching out, JT took Lewis' phone from him and tucked it into the inside breast pocket of Lewis' jacket.
"Come on, Matt," JT said using the Pipers given name, "try and enjoy yourself."
"Right, because you are. DD'ing again?"
JT half rolled his eyes and grinned. "Touche'." JT looked at Lewis and wondered just how the hell someone who looked like him - tall, blond, built, and so un-nerdlike in physique and stamina - could not have a girlfriend. "I've been having sex though. When's the last time you did?"
Lewis looked up at the ceiling and closed one eye.
"See, if you have to think about it, it's been a while, Matt. You drinking?" Lewis gave JT a halfhearted shrug.
"Uh, can I get a lime Margarita?" Lewis asked the bartender who had been talking to JT. The entire section of their counter silenced as the Pipers looked at Lewis. Even JT had to double take at his order.
"You're a guy...right?" Red asked, leaning back away from the counter to see Lewis past JT.
With a snort, JT leaned closer to Kiyo and ordered for Lewis. "One Irish Car Bomb, Kiyo."
"I'm going to throw up someone," Lewis said with a sad sigh.
"Just let it be a girl, dude. Really. You're killing even me here," JT said, slapping Lewis' shoulder.
"Come on, Matt," JT said using the Pipers given name, "try and enjoy yourself."
"Right, because you are. DD'ing again?"
JT half rolled his eyes and grinned. "Touche'." JT looked at Lewis and wondered just how the hell someone who looked like him - tall, blond, built, and so un-nerdlike in physique and stamina - could not have a girlfriend. "I've been having sex though. When's the last time you did?"
Lewis looked up at the ceiling and closed one eye.
"See, if you have to think about it, it's been a while, Matt. You drinking?" Lewis gave JT a halfhearted shrug.
"Uh, can I get a lime Margarita?" Lewis asked the bartender who had been talking to JT. The entire section of their counter silenced as the Pipers looked at Lewis. Even JT had to double take at his order.
"You're a guy...right?" Red asked, leaning back away from the counter to see Lewis past JT.
With a snort, JT leaned closer to Kiyo and ordered for Lewis. "One Irish Car Bomb, Kiyo."
"I'm going to throw up someone," Lewis said with a sad sigh.
"Just let it be a girl, dude. Really. You're killing even me here," JT said, slapping Lewis' shoulder.
Guillaume
12 years ago
He chuckled dryly as he listened to the bartender. It was impressive how lively Kiyo could become while doing what he loved. Navid approved. If he hadn't felt good about hiring his packmate before, he would now. He wanted to bar to have more than flair, he wanted it to have personality too and was satisfied with what he saw.
And then there were more. Guillaume half watched them with interested. These men put him in mind of his time in the Legion. Perhaps they were all local cops. Oddly enough he wouldn't mind if off duty cops decided to frequent Terminus, it would likely limit trouble makers. If it hadn't been opening night and so crowded he'd probably have given them a round on the house, but he'd not alienate his other patrons that way tonight.
"All one tab?"
He asked before turning to pour another beer for someone else who'd come up to the bar. He really wasn't the best at customer relations was he? Too quiet, too reserved, well the had Kiyo and Evan for the majority of bar tending work. He was just emergency, emergency back up.
And then there were more. Guillaume half watched them with interested. These men put him in mind of his time in the Legion. Perhaps they were all local cops. Oddly enough he wouldn't mind if off duty cops decided to frequent Terminus, it would likely limit trouble makers. If it hadn't been opening night and so crowded he'd probably have given them a round on the house, but he'd not alienate his other patrons that way tonight.
"All one tab?"
He asked before turning to pour another beer for someone else who'd come up to the bar. He really wasn't the best at customer relations was he? Too quiet, too reserved, well the had Kiyo and Evan for the majority of bar tending work. He was just emergency, emergency back up.
Reign
12 years ago
Reign had made plans to meet up with some friends at Terminus for opening night. It sounded exciting. But the place was big and crowded and it was hard to find people. Still she'd had fun watching the fire dancer and the magic show. It really was very impressive all the way around.
But she was now hanging out alone. She'd met up with one of her friends but she'd hooked up with a sort of boyfriend and Reign had excused herself.
The place actually was fun. Even while looking for people she'd spied on a D&D game, totally failed at a round of DDR and eyed the Wii, xbox stuff optimistically. She'd be back, when it was less crowded. Hell even the dance floor looked like fun, and she didn't dance. Not well.
Everything really would be more fun with people. Honestly she didn't know if she'd lost them or been stood up or if she'd shown up late or what. Finally tired of looking she made her way to the bar, which was also hopping. She watched for a second and grinned. The long haired guy was good, she'd lay money he competed and absently wondered if he and the guy at Shades knew each other or even competed against each other.
Waiting until there was a little bit of a break in the action she waved at the bar tenders and checked her phone while she waited for one of them to have a second. You'd think some one would have left a message if they weren't going to be here or if they couldn't find her. At least she hoped they had.
But she was now hanging out alone. She'd met up with one of her friends but she'd hooked up with a sort of boyfriend and Reign had excused herself.
The place actually was fun. Even while looking for people she'd spied on a D&D game, totally failed at a round of DDR and eyed the Wii, xbox stuff optimistically. She'd be back, when it was less crowded. Hell even the dance floor looked like fun, and she didn't dance. Not well.
Everything really would be more fun with people. Honestly she didn't know if she'd lost them or been stood up or if she'd shown up late or what. Finally tired of looking she made her way to the bar, which was also hopping. She watched for a second and grinned. The long haired guy was good, she'd lay money he competed and absently wondered if he and the guy at Shades knew each other or even competed against each other.
Waiting until there was a little bit of a break in the action she waved at the bar tenders and checked her phone while she waited for one of them to have a second. You'd think some one would have left a message if they weren't going to be here or if they couldn't find her. At least she hoped they had.
Kiyoshi Salinas
12 years ago
Kiyo looked up (and up) as more enormous guys joined JT and Red. What the heck were they drinking in Nachton?
That question was answered as the one called Lewis ordered a lime margarita, resulting in a few moments of stunned silence from his friends. Kiyo couldn't really blame them... it was a surprisingly girly drink. In fact, he did a sort of double take as well.
JT suggested an Irish Car Bomb and Kiyo cocked an eyebrow at Lewis; it was his drink, after all. Apparently peer pressure worked and Lewis indicated he'd go with JT's suggestion. Kiyo easily worked it into his rotation of drinks, smiling a little as he presented it to the big blond.
"There you go. Don't throw up on my bar," he suggested helpfully, with a little grin.
In the meantime another woman had shown up and indicated she wanted to order a drink. She wasn't far away from the cluster of guys at the bar. Kiyoshi noted she seemed attractive enough and was clearly alone for the moment. He raised an eyebrow at JT and then Lewis.
"I wouldn't suggest you aim that way either," he offered, shaking his head. "I don't really think you'll get the result you want."
He moved toward the woman and smiled at her. "What can I get you?"
That question was answered as the one called Lewis ordered a lime margarita, resulting in a few moments of stunned silence from his friends. Kiyo couldn't really blame them... it was a surprisingly girly drink. In fact, he did a sort of double take as well.
JT suggested an Irish Car Bomb and Kiyo cocked an eyebrow at Lewis; it was his drink, after all. Apparently peer pressure worked and Lewis indicated he'd go with JT's suggestion. Kiyo easily worked it into his rotation of drinks, smiling a little as he presented it to the big blond.
"There you go. Don't throw up on my bar," he suggested helpfully, with a little grin.
In the meantime another woman had shown up and indicated she wanted to order a drink. She wasn't far away from the cluster of guys at the bar. Kiyoshi noted she seemed attractive enough and was clearly alone for the moment. He raised an eyebrow at JT and then Lewis.
"I wouldn't suggest you aim that way either," he offered, shaking his head. "I don't really think you'll get the result you want."
He moved toward the woman and smiled at her. "What can I get you?"
Reese E Deardon
12 years ago
Red leaned on the counter and shook his head at Lewis. "I swear to god, Lewis. I'm going to roofie you and send you off with a bachelorette party." Looking at Guil, Red nodded. "Yeah, one tab please."
He watched as Lewis took his car bomb from Kiyo and made a face.
"Drink it...." The Pipers began chanting Lewis' name. "All of it, come on. Peer pressure! Peer pressure!"
Lewis took the ill suited (and he wagered ill fated) Guinness, Irish bailey, and whiskey drink and pound it down. Red raised his eyebrows, not really thinking Lewis was going to do it.
"Oh he's going to throw up," JT said laughing.
"Wow, I didn't think you were going to do it, Lew. That's disgusting!"
Lewis grimaced and then put his head down on the counter as he let out a sizable burp.
"Oh I can smell that from here!"
"I wouldn't suggest you aim that way either," Kiyo said looking down the bar. "I don't really think you'll get the result you want."
Red swung his head, following Kiyo's gaze and saw a familiar face. Narrowing his eyes, he looked back at JT who saw the woman in question. They both shrugged at each and looked at Lewis.
"Listen, I'm not that far out of the game. I know throwing up on a girl is a bad thing," Lewis said with an annoyed yet increasingly bleary eyed look.
He watched as Lewis took his car bomb from Kiyo and made a face.
"Drink it...." The Pipers began chanting Lewis' name. "All of it, come on. Peer pressure! Peer pressure!"
Lewis took the ill suited (and he wagered ill fated) Guinness, Irish bailey, and whiskey drink and pound it down. Red raised his eyebrows, not really thinking Lewis was going to do it.
"Oh he's going to throw up," JT said laughing.
"Wow, I didn't think you were going to do it, Lew. That's disgusting!"
Lewis grimaced and then put his head down on the counter as he let out a sizable burp.
"Oh I can smell that from here!"
"I wouldn't suggest you aim that way either," Kiyo said looking down the bar. "I don't really think you'll get the result you want."
Red swung his head, following Kiyo's gaze and saw a familiar face. Narrowing his eyes, he looked back at JT who saw the woman in question. They both shrugged at each and looked at Lewis.
"Listen, I'm not that far out of the game. I know throwing up on a girl is a bad thing," Lewis said with an annoyed yet increasingly bleary eyed look.
The Pipers
12 years ago
Lewis looked down the bar, one eye already closing from the hearty kick of his drink. The woman in question was not only a familiar face, but a pack member.
"Oh I am definitely not throwing up on Miss Reign."
The Pipers turned to Reign and greeted her warmly. Marko, Dom, Lewis, JT, and Red all politely smiled at her, welcoming her to their section of the bar.
"I don't think she'd appreciate it, no," JT said under his breath with a chuckle.
"Oh I am definitely not throwing up on Miss Reign."
The Pipers turned to Reign and greeted her warmly. Marko, Dom, Lewis, JT, and Red all politely smiled at her, welcoming her to their section of the bar.
"I don't think she'd appreciate it, no," JT said under his breath with a chuckle.
Reign
12 years ago
When they started chanting it was hard -not- to notice the group of guys, in fact she was surprised she hadn't noticed them as she'd approached the bar. She'd blame that on being distracted by apparently being stood up. Reign grinned to herself as she recognized them and half watched them torture poor Lewis with an Irish Car bomb. God she hadn't done one of those in years, and it wasn't hard to remember why.
Coughing to cover a laugh at the burp and its reaction she smiled at the slighter of the two bar tenders. She didn't want a beer and scotch on the rocks wasn't right for the ambiance she decided.
"Could I get a rusty nail please?"
She was a little was a little surprised to have been noticed by The Pipers, but not displeased and returned friendly hellos with every one. With a wide grin and a shake of the head she added,
"Thank you for not throwing up on me. Been there done that. Threw away the t-shirt."
It was not an experience she was in a hurry to repeat regardless of who was doing the retching.
Coughing to cover a laugh at the burp and its reaction she smiled at the slighter of the two bar tenders. She didn't want a beer and scotch on the rocks wasn't right for the ambiance she decided.
"Could I get a rusty nail please?"
She was a little was a little surprised to have been noticed by The Pipers, but not displeased and returned friendly hellos with every one. With a wide grin and a shake of the head she added,
"Thank you for not throwing up on me. Been there done that. Threw away the t-shirt."
It was not an experience she was in a hurry to repeat regardless of who was doing the retching.
Reese E Deardon
12 years ago
Red shared another look at JT who nodded his head, completely able to read his horrifically inappropriate mind.
"Put her drink on our tab, Kiyo?" Turning back to Reign, Red beckoned her to join them. "Would you like to join us, Miss Reign? We don't mind another." The Pipers hoorahed and encouraged Reign, more than likely putting her off than anything.
"Unless you're waiting on friends?" JT added, nodding to Guill for another car bomb for Lewis.
Red watched as Lewis seemed to sway on his feet, already feeling the affects of his poor choices, and closed one eye.
"Put her drink on our tab, Kiyo?" Turning back to Reign, Red beckoned her to join them. "Would you like to join us, Miss Reign? We don't mind another." The Pipers hoorahed and encouraged Reign, more than likely putting her off than anything.
"Unless you're waiting on friends?" JT added, nodding to Guill for another car bomb for Lewis.
Red watched as Lewis seemed to sway on his feet, already feeling the affects of his poor choices, and closed one eye.
Reign
12 years ago
"Thanks."
Saved her from starting a tab pulling a bill out. She had only planed on having one drink, just long enough to give people time to show or to find her. But that was looking less and less likely. She'd call people tomorrow and find out what the heck happened.
Having grown up with three brothers and having had her best friends for years be six guys The Pipers volume didn't bother her at all. It sort of made her feel at home.
"I was waiting on friends but we've obviously gotten something messed up so I'd love to."
She was glad not to have ordered a beer. Not that she minded being one of the guys but once in a while a little bit of cover didn't hurt. At least she hadn't ordered something with an umbrella in it. That would have been embarrassing.
"You guys just out blowing off steam tonight then?"
It seemed likely enough and she addressed the question to the group as a whole rather than any one person.
Saved her from starting a tab pulling a bill out. She had only planed on having one drink, just long enough to give people time to show or to find her. But that was looking less and less likely. She'd call people tomorrow and find out what the heck happened.
Having grown up with three brothers and having had her best friends for years be six guys The Pipers volume didn't bother her at all. It sort of made her feel at home.
"I was waiting on friends but we've obviously gotten something messed up so I'd love to."
She was glad not to have ordered a beer. Not that she minded being one of the guys but once in a while a little bit of cover didn't hurt. At least she hadn't ordered something with an umbrella in it. That would have been embarrassing.
"You guys just out blowing off steam tonight then?"
It seemed likely enough and she addressed the question to the group as a whole rather than any one person.
Guillaume
12 years ago
Some how he and Kiyo had worked out a system and so far they hadn't duplicated any orders or missed any one. He left the Rusty Nail to Kiyo as he had spoken to the blond, but set up another car bomb for the crowed that JT and Red seemed to have brought with them. Personally he thought if it was for the same guy he might not survive the second. But as JT had identified as the DD he wasn't too worried about it. Although, like the rest, he was against the vomiting.
The blond and the men seemed to know each other which suited him. He often was a little leery of women out alone, it was easy for them to get into trouble and he wanted to avoid trouble tonight.
The blond and the men seemed to know each other which suited him. He often was a little leery of women out alone, it was easy for them to get into trouble and he wanted to avoid trouble tonight.
Kiyoshi Salinas
12 years ago
Kiyo shrugged inwardly when the blond turned and happened to apparently know the group of guys. They all seemed like they were on friendly terms. Enhanced werewolf senses were a good help when it came to trying to figure out the undercurrents of the mood. He didn't get a "omg it's him/her" vibe from anyone. Kiyo nodded at the request to add the woman to the tab and spun her up the requested drink while Guillaume built a car bomb.
Inwardly, Kiyo wondered when Evan would return and swap places with Guillaume. It wasn't that he had anything against Guillaume but Evan was faster behind the bar. Kiyo was all right with the business; there were two more bartenders down on the other end of the bar as well. But he liked Evan a lot and thought it would be fun if he joined them.
"There you go," Kiyoshi said, presenting Reign's drink to her with a flourish. He then stepped away a little bit to make a few more drinks for those who stood outside the group of large men and the one smaller blond woman.
Inwardly, Kiyo wondered when Evan would return and swap places with Guillaume. It wasn't that he had anything against Guillaume but Evan was faster behind the bar. Kiyo was all right with the business; there were two more bartenders down on the other end of the bar as well. But he liked Evan a lot and thought it would be fun if he joined them.
"There you go," Kiyoshi said, presenting Reign's drink to her with a flourish. He then stepped away a little bit to make a few more drinks for those who stood outside the group of large men and the one smaller blond woman.
JT Paulson
12 years ago
"Yes, ma'am," they all replied in chorus. JT made a face at their response. When together, they always seemed to answer together, as if they were a single entity. The Pipers did it more so than the squad he was with back in the Air Force. If one hurt, they all hurt. Speaking of hurting.
Looking at Lewis, JT considered his silent agreement to throw their IT Piper at Miss Reign, but now he was seriously reconsidering it. Lewis was pounding down his second car bomb, more than likely in an effort to fit in with the other Pipers, unknowingly setting himself up for one fuckton of a hurting in the morning. Bleary eyed and disheveled within five minutes, Lewis pushed the empty glass back and had the decency not to belch loudly this time.
"It's been a harrowing couple of months."
"Uh, that's one way to put it," Red mumbled.
"Hi, Miss Reign!" Lewis yelled loudly from next to JT, making him flinch. Lewis was starting to stand politely when his eyes quickly lost focus.
"How are you drunk already?" JT said pushing him back down on the bar stool.
"I'm not drunk," Lewis replied innocently. "Hi, Miss Reign!" he said again loudly.
'Wow', JT murmured to himself and looked at Red. "Our friend here has officially been cut off, Kiyo."
Lewis pushed past JT, shoving him out of his chair and taking it up to be closer to Reign. JT took a step back onto his feet and steadied Lewis as he tried to balance on the stool.
"Down boy, heel."
Looking at Lewis, JT considered his silent agreement to throw their IT Piper at Miss Reign, but now he was seriously reconsidering it. Lewis was pounding down his second car bomb, more than likely in an effort to fit in with the other Pipers, unknowingly setting himself up for one fuckton of a hurting in the morning. Bleary eyed and disheveled within five minutes, Lewis pushed the empty glass back and had the decency not to belch loudly this time.
"It's been a harrowing couple of months."
"Uh, that's one way to put it," Red mumbled.
"Hi, Miss Reign!" Lewis yelled loudly from next to JT, making him flinch. Lewis was starting to stand politely when his eyes quickly lost focus.
"How are you drunk already?" JT said pushing him back down on the bar stool.
"I'm not drunk," Lewis replied innocently. "Hi, Miss Reign!" he said again loudly.
'Wow', JT murmured to himself and looked at Red. "Our friend here has officially been cut off, Kiyo."
Lewis pushed past JT, shoving him out of his chair and taking it up to be closer to Reign. JT took a step back onto his feet and steadied Lewis as he tried to balance on the stool.
"Down boy, heel."
The Pipers
12 years ago
Miss Reign was pretty, Lewis thought to himself.
He had seen her around the Den and knew she was close personal friends with the Alpha, which - for the most part, made her off limits to the Pipers. Their reputation preceded them, but it wasn't as if Lewis ever maintained sexual conquests like the other Pipers. He was too involved in his UFO conspiracies and computers to chase skirts on the property. Miss Reign, however, was hanging out with them now, and after two car bombs, Lewis was feeling adventurous.
"Hi, Miss Reign!" he said, trying to get her attention. The other Pipers were crowding her, but this did not dissuade him. He shoved JT out of his chair and sidled up closer to her, again yelling a salutation, just in case she didn't hear it the first time.
"Our friend here has officially been cut off, Kiyo." JT put his hand on Lewis' shoulder, calming him down. JT always had a way with the Pipers. For a new guy, he commanded the level of respect any of them would give the LT, but JT could not be lower on the totem pole. Hell, he was lower than Lewis and Lewis was just IT.
"That's not nice. I'm still thirsty. Can I have a lime margarita now?"
"Did you want to throw up? That'll do it," JT said with a chuckle behind him.
"Oh no. No, that wouldn't be a good idea." Lewis made a face and then shrugged. Looking back up at Miss Reign, he did his best to look appealing and smiled at her. "Having fun, Miss Reign?"
He had seen her around the Den and knew she was close personal friends with the Alpha, which - for the most part, made her off limits to the Pipers. Their reputation preceded them, but it wasn't as if Lewis ever maintained sexual conquests like the other Pipers. He was too involved in his UFO conspiracies and computers to chase skirts on the property. Miss Reign, however, was hanging out with them now, and after two car bombs, Lewis was feeling adventurous.
"Hi, Miss Reign!" he said, trying to get her attention. The other Pipers were crowding her, but this did not dissuade him. He shoved JT out of his chair and sidled up closer to her, again yelling a salutation, just in case she didn't hear it the first time.
"Our friend here has officially been cut off, Kiyo." JT put his hand on Lewis' shoulder, calming him down. JT always had a way with the Pipers. For a new guy, he commanded the level of respect any of them would give the LT, but JT could not be lower on the totem pole. Hell, he was lower than Lewis and Lewis was just IT.
"That's not nice. I'm still thirsty. Can I have a lime margarita now?"
"Did you want to throw up? That'll do it," JT said with a chuckle behind him.
"Oh no. No, that wouldn't be a good idea." Lewis made a face and then shrugged. Looking back up at Miss Reign, he did his best to look appealing and smiled at her. "Having fun, Miss Reign?"
Reign
12 years ago
Reign did her best not to laugh at the chorused answer. It was funny and sort of endearing. She'd not spent a lot of time with any of The Pipers not individually or as a group but in her experience they were easy guys to like.
She raised her eyebrows at that answer and wondered what was going on that would be harrowing. But she also knew enough about who and what the group was not to ask for details. Besides, if they were out to have fun it wouldn't have been nice to talk about work, even if she was a little curious.
"Well then it's good you're out. All work and no play... not that I suspect you guys have that problem..."
No, good looking group of guys like The Pipers probably did not spend Saturday nights, or even Tuesday nights, alone doing nothing unless they wanted to.
She was a little startled when she was greeted a few more times by Lewis, who was apparently feeling that second car bomb. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask how much he'd had. Yeah it was easy enough to know you'd been drinking doing two of those and quickly but Reign was having trouble believing a guy of his size and shape could go down so easy.
It wasn't like she'd never been hit on by a less than sober guy at a bar before, but usually it left Reign looking for a polite way to excuse herself as quickly as possible when out alone. This was a little different though, so while a little flustered seeing the other Pipers there and obviously keeping an eye on their friend she was mostly just amused.
"We agreed no throwing up, and I do like this shirt. How about a water with a lime instead?"
Hey she cared and didn't wish a hang over on any one. He was also cute. Yeah drunk, but still cute and it wasn't bad for her ego to have a guy even temporarily interested. Reign couldn't help it, she smiled at him. He was trying, you could see that.
"Yeah, I am it is a neat place and they've put on a good show. You seem like you're having a good time too."
She teased him just a little not sure that Lewis would even notice.
She raised her eyebrows at that answer and wondered what was going on that would be harrowing. But she also knew enough about who and what the group was not to ask for details. Besides, if they were out to have fun it wouldn't have been nice to talk about work, even if she was a little curious.
"Well then it's good you're out. All work and no play... not that I suspect you guys have that problem..."
No, good looking group of guys like The Pipers probably did not spend Saturday nights, or even Tuesday nights, alone doing nothing unless they wanted to.
She was a little startled when she was greeted a few more times by Lewis, who was apparently feeling that second car bomb. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask how much he'd had. Yeah it was easy enough to know you'd been drinking doing two of those and quickly but Reign was having trouble believing a guy of his size and shape could go down so easy.
It wasn't like she'd never been hit on by a less than sober guy at a bar before, but usually it left Reign looking for a polite way to excuse herself as quickly as possible when out alone. This was a little different though, so while a little flustered seeing the other Pipers there and obviously keeping an eye on their friend she was mostly just amused.
"We agreed no throwing up, and I do like this shirt. How about a water with a lime instead?"
Hey she cared and didn't wish a hang over on any one. He was also cute. Yeah drunk, but still cute and it wasn't bad for her ego to have a guy even temporarily interested. Reign couldn't help it, she smiled at him. He was trying, you could see that.
"Yeah, I am it is a neat place and they've put on a good show. You seem like you're having a good time too."
She teased him just a little not sure that Lewis would even notice.
The Pipers
12 years ago
Lewis cleared his throat, trying to get the taste of the car bomb from burning the back of it. Reign was talking, but he was having a hard time focusing. What was in the drink, he wondered. And should he have drank them that quick?
"No idea you were a light weight, Matty," Dom laughed, watching Lewis try to focus his eyes on Miss Reign.
Getting up quickly to seize JT's seat had not been a good idea. He felt his thighs start to go numb and his eyes felt like they were floating in water all of the sudden. Pointing to his mouth, Lewis stuck out his tongue, trying to re-wet the sudden dryness.
"I have the weirdest taste in my mouth." Looking back at the bartender Kiyo, he closed one eye and tried to focus again. "Could I get...actually could I have...could I...?"
The Pipers hung on Lewis very long, very drawn out request. Each trying not to laugh.
"That is...would it be possible...do you...."
"Oh my god," Red giggled. "When was the last time you drank?"
Lewis held up a finger and put his request on temporary hold as he redirected his attention toward Red. "Last time? Wh...uh...Roswell, I think?"
"Roswell, New Mexico? That UFO convention you went to when we got here? That was three years ago," Marko replied.
"Uh, yeah. Hey, could I get," Lewis begun his arduous task of asking for another drink. "Could I just get a beer please?" he finally managed to ask.
Red looked at his watch. "That only took five minutes."
"You sure you don't want to wait a little bit, buddy," Marko asked in his innocently sweet way.
"No, I would like a beer, right now. And yes, Reign, I am having...a uh, a great time." Lewis reached out, (busted out of his shy demeanor it would appear as well), and gently laid his large hand on top of Reign's small one.
((OOC hope it was ok for Lewis to touch Reign's hand. Lemme know!))
"No idea you were a light weight, Matty," Dom laughed, watching Lewis try to focus his eyes on Miss Reign.
Getting up quickly to seize JT's seat had not been a good idea. He felt his thighs start to go numb and his eyes felt like they were floating in water all of the sudden. Pointing to his mouth, Lewis stuck out his tongue, trying to re-wet the sudden dryness.
"I have the weirdest taste in my mouth." Looking back at the bartender Kiyo, he closed one eye and tried to focus again. "Could I get...actually could I have...could I...?"
The Pipers hung on Lewis very long, very drawn out request. Each trying not to laugh.
"That is...would it be possible...do you...."
"Oh my god," Red giggled. "When was the last time you drank?"
Lewis held up a finger and put his request on temporary hold as he redirected his attention toward Red. "Last time? Wh...uh...Roswell, I think?"
"Roswell, New Mexico? That UFO convention you went to when we got here? That was three years ago," Marko replied.
"Uh, yeah. Hey, could I get," Lewis begun his arduous task of asking for another drink. "Could I just get a beer please?" he finally managed to ask.
Red looked at his watch. "That only took five minutes."
"You sure you don't want to wait a little bit, buddy," Marko asked in his innocently sweet way.
"No, I would like a beer, right now. And yes, Reign, I am having...a uh, a great time." Lewis reached out, (busted out of his shy demeanor it would appear as well), and gently laid his large hand on top of Reign's small one.
((OOC hope it was ok for Lewis to touch Reign's hand. Lemme know!))
Kiyoshi Salinas
12 years ago
Kiyo kept half an ear tuned out to the group of big guys and their lone female companion. He did hear the cut off request but Lewis himself was the one who requested a beer and it was Kiyo's job to provide. He wasn't a babysitter. He'd rarely ever had to actually cut anyone off and then it was only when their behavior became publicly unacceptable. Lewis was hardly at that point.
He didn't envy Lewis his hangover though.
The big blond had failed to specify what kind of beer he wanted so Kiyo scanned the tap quickly and came up with something that was barely a step up from water in his opinion and served him a Bud Light. There was a huge selection on tap but any of the finer brews would be wasted on Lewis, who was already, well, on his way to being wasted.
"Try not to chug it," he recommended softly as he handed it over. Glancing at Lewis's friends Kiyo shrugged helplessly. Bars that didn't serve drinks didn't stay in business. Lewis wasn't driving and he'd opted for more alcohol.
Kiyo thought that wasn't his brightest move, and he definitely doubted the blond's ability to win over a woman who, while probably not entirely sober after that Rusty Nail, was also probably not buzzed enough yet. Lewis was definitely a lightweight. Even Kiyo, who would have been scrawny had he not been a werewolf, could handle his alcohol better. Of course, he probably drank a lot more often than Lewis.
He didn't envy Lewis his hangover though.
The big blond had failed to specify what kind of beer he wanted so Kiyo scanned the tap quickly and came up with something that was barely a step up from water in his opinion and served him a Bud Light. There was a huge selection on tap but any of the finer brews would be wasted on Lewis, who was already, well, on his way to being wasted.
"Try not to chug it," he recommended softly as he handed it over. Glancing at Lewis's friends Kiyo shrugged helplessly. Bars that didn't serve drinks didn't stay in business. Lewis wasn't driving and he'd opted for more alcohol.
Kiyo thought that wasn't his brightest move, and he definitely doubted the blond's ability to win over a woman who, while probably not entirely sober after that Rusty Nail, was also probably not buzzed enough yet. Lewis was definitely a lightweight. Even Kiyo, who would have been scrawny had he not been a werewolf, could handle his alcohol better. Of course, he probably drank a lot more often than Lewis.