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 Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2023 12:05 am
Everything had been coming up roses, until something changed. The energy of the club only heightened the energy at the table -- so the shift was all the more palpable when it happened. Just as the rest of the group looked over when the Sheriff and the pack entered, so did X. His easy-going smile never wavered, though perhaps it grew it touch more feral, especially as the silver-haired stranger approached.
Well, well, well... what did they have here?
Though his eyes could appreciate the beauty of the other -- the stranger was indeed easy on the eyes -- there was something off about him. Perhaps it was the obvious pack that had joined him. Hadn't Liri mentioned something about extra security? Was this it?
Alas, it seemed as if change was in order. Though he appreciated being dubbed the group succubus--where was the lie?--he was less pleased that their time to party together had come to a quick end. Business couldn't wait, he supposed, though he hated that it came now of all times.
As the other so sensuously crawled over them, he gave a small n** at the others stomach, letting his fangs connect on nothing but air. The kiss was a surprise, but he smirked with pleasure, and leaned back against the booth to give him a wider berth. "Have fun, pet" he encouraged in his usual languid way-- and with everything that might suggest-- though he did let his eyes fall back on Micky.
He didn't have anything more to say, really... And he didn't stick around long enough to chit-chat even if he had.
"Well, loves," he finally spoke after the two had left, "Just the five of us now. Any plans besides boozin'?" The vibe had changed, but what it would turn into without the illustrious guitarist remained to be seen. The alcohol was plentiful, but he'd need a smoke soon. Reaching over, he grabbed one of the bottles Lay had brought, and poured himself a drink. Something harder was in store-- though he'd chase his drinks with jello just for the fun of it.
After taking a sip of his drink, he leaned back and let his free arm drape over the edge of the empty booth, and let the claws of his other caress Liri's arm. This seemed cozy enough for him. He did scootch in a bit, to give Lay a bit more room.
"Glad you could join us, Lay," he greeted, giving him an appreciative look over. "You've done a heck of a job tonight. Hope you can stick around a while." Sure, he was the bartender, but he'd already run around a fair bit. He wasn't the only bartender, ever all. Even staff needed some fun, after all.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2023 5:23 pm
Ellie was practically vibrating with excitement. Getting to go to opening night of a club for work? ******** yes. With her pack on every side of her, she waltzed into the Sin Bin behind the Sheriff. What a ********’ sweet a** gig, how did she get so lucky? When Micky waved the group off to do their own thing, she took note of their leader heading straight for the bar. Figuring that and the order to have some fun were an open invitation to drink tonight, she was going to do exactly that. Making her way over to the bar, impatiently waved down a busy looking bartender and demanded a shot and a beer. As the bartender rolled her eyes at her and gave her what she wanted, Ellie shot her a grin and handed her a big fat tip. The neon clad, green haired Pound Puppy was ready to get ******** up and have a good time... While conveniently also keeping an eye out for any fights she could get involved in break up or deal with outside. She took back the shot of tequila and chased it with a sip of beer, licking her lips and swishing her tail to the beat of the music. Quote: just for mentioning the guys~ around to interact if you want!
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2023 7:48 pm
Sauntering in behind Gramsci, Biscuit cocked her head to the side and watched the little booth full of clanless kindred, a little smirk curving her lips. "Hey Gramsci, get a load of the place." It was a job, but it was a hell of a scene, too. Her tail wagged in answer to her own feeling of delight and interest. Of course, having her pack there made her naturally inclined toward herding them together, keeping tabs on them so that they didn't wander off... but Biscuit had long since learned to fight that urge. It was a powerful one, though.
Off Ellie went to join the boss at the bar, and Biscuit decided to get the lay of the land. In her mini skirt and fishnets, she didn't look too out of place. Along with seats filled with kindred, there were also a quite a few on the dance floor, which was where she wanted to be. Maybe a little later. For now, she found a nice corner not far from Gramsci and Ellie, and leaned against a convenient wall. She wanted to be able to watch everything. Whatever the sheriff was doing wasn't her business and she frankly didn't care. She didn't pay much attention to the booth the band was occupying, scanning the crowd for trouble.
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Well, that was that, Liri supposed. He gave a smile for PB when his bandmate left, bringing his hand up to brush against the spot that the other had kissed. It kind of tickled a little. When Lay settled the drinks down, Liri lifted his glass in a salute, in a belated answer to MJ's toast. "To us. And that includes you, 13." If a series of whisky bottles made their way onto the table, well. It wasn't like 13 didn't know how grateful he was for the rescue. He had seriously been out of his element, and might've been in real danger if the roadie hadn't been there to kick the everloving s**t out of that b*****d. A b*****d he wanted to forget.
"Thanks, honey," he said, and smiled at Lay, who had taken a seat beside him. He took a nice, long sip of the Aviation, and purred. "Mmmmm, that's good." Nice, sweet, a little sour, and just right. The garnish on top just added a little pizzazz... exactly the way Liri liked his drinks. Beautiful, flavorful, and full of the good stuff.
"Here, baby, take a sip," he said, holding the glass up to X's lips. "Lay outdid himself." As usual. The bartender was definitely a rockstar just as much as they were. Maybe Liri was trying to distract himself from the presence of not just one but several clanned vampires. It wasn't like he hadn't known they'd be here; 13 had suggested Gramsci's gang of pups. Still, that didn't stop him from being very on edge. He'd never had too many good experiences with the Clans and he'd had more than his fair share of bad ones. Tucking a little further into X's side, he waited for the bassist to try his drink.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2023 5:58 pm
As MJ drained her drink, Lay showed up with a tray full of bottles and glasses like the magical alcohol wizard that he was. A blessing, truly. She poured herself a shot of whiskey, took it back and poured a second, this time a glass full so she could sip at it (or drink it fast, she’d let the rest of the crew’s drinking pace dictate her own). For some strange reason she had taken a liking to whiskey lately. PB mentioning what 13 did for Liri had her glancing at him next to her again, a smile tugging at her brightly painted lips. He really would do anything for the Graverobbers, wouldn’t he? Her stomach flip-flopped and she quickly looked away from him before anyone realized just how smitten she was with him. She watched PB intently as he digested Micky’s appearance, and when he replied with a chuckle her entire body relaxed. It’s chill. Okay, fine. If he wasn’t here to crash the party and PB vouched for the guy, then she supposed she’d play nice and when PB introduced her, she offered a wave. That was nice, right? Looking up at him cross-eyed when he cupped her cheeks, she grinned enormously as he kissed the top of her head with a flare that only PB could. “You better!,” she called after Micky and PB as they walked away into the crowd. It wasn’t a party without the gang all together. Her attention was quickly grabbed by X’s question and her mood quickly changed back to pre-interruption. Taking a sip of her drink, she nodded in the direction of the crowd. “I have every intention of getting out there and dancing tonight. Maybe on the bar if you’re all really lucky,” she said with a laugh and shot back the rest of her drink. Her entire body shuddered at the burn of the whiskey but she managed to only make the slightest scrunchy face. Her index fingers idly started tapping on the tabletop to the beat of the music. Most of the time the people that were with her now were so used to her constant drumming that they can just tune it out.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2023 7:56 pm
Lay stayed quiet until Pretty Boy and the Sheriff, Micky, were off. That was a lot in such a short span. Being aware of the few more wary made him concerned but PB did his intros and said it was so fine it was. X brought him out of his moment of thought. "Yeah, they got it over there now, at least I hope.” He did notice more gathering at the bar, some of them were the group that came with the Micky fellow. He grabbed a jello shot that disappeared almost instantly after a quick swirl of his tongue. Instantly taking a sip of his mixed drink after. “Wow Liri, you have good taste.” He had brought his own Aviation making sure to use up what was left in the shaker. Could not let that go to waste. He loved a good mixed drink, he didn’t really go hard til a few in since by then you can’t really appreciate them. He may have added a bit more gin to his, just to top it off so it felt warm going down. What were his plans tonight? Working of course but for now he was on a break, maybe a long break? He’d make sure he would at least be able to head back when needed. So he had his mental cap of when he knew to slow or stop. If he wasn’t working he wouldn’t care. At MJ’s mention of dancing his attention was on her now. “Oh! On the bar, yes. Count me in.” He swirled his drink before taking another sip. “Might make some good tips too. Who knows, maybe I’ll catch an eye and have more plans later.” He shimmied his shoulders ever slightly sticking his tongue out playfully at the idea.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2023 8:20 pm
13 had been watching the gang of Gangrels intently from behind his sunglasses. Not that anyone else could really tell where he was looking. His green gaze followed each of them as they moved about the club, his expression unreadable. He wasn’t waiting for them to cause trouble, no. Gramsci and him were actually rather good friends and ran in the same circles until Gramsci joined Clan Gangrel long ago. After that they kind of lost touch save for the occasional run in. But he also didn’t make it widely known that him and the leader of the Pups knew each other. He almost missed X’a question to which he merely tapped himself on the nose and took another long drink of his whiskey. MJ mentioned dancing and that filled him with a small sense of dread. 13 didn’t dance. Especially to the club music that was dancing. You would have to drag him out there against his will. The thought of MJ up on the bar dancing though….
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2023 8:29 pm
 Snootch strolled in casually after Micky, head held high, bright eyes alert and watchful. He was always on guard duty when they were out, whether he was actually supposed to be or not. The tall male had a serious, almost unapproachable look on his face, practically radiating a <******** around and find out' energy. No one would ever know, aside from the pack, how much of a big squishy softy he was deep down. But to strangers he looked positively intimidating. His pointed ears, permanently perked upward, swiveled as he caught the sound of familiar voices. He watched Micky head to the table and leave with one of the partrons in the booth, noting where he'd gone. He spotted Gramsci and Ellie at the bar and then, he swallowed a little hard, Biscuit. Quickly averting his gaze he sniffed and licked his lips, Biscuit was on the other side of the room. Snootch just stood awkwardly in the middle of the dance floor, guarding... nothing. He didnt even realize what he was doing. He was just... waiting for the Sherrif to come back or for Gramsci to tell him to do something. When neither did he realized he probably looked weird and casually slipped to shove his shoulder into a post, keeping his attention firmly on every little thing he could.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2023 9:56 pm
Though they were down a member, the cozy little group was still a colorful and sociable crew. X readjusted where he was settling, to give them all a bit more room. Still, he kept his arm about Delirium's shoulders, and didn't mind at all when the other snuggled in.
The offer of the drink didn't get turned down. The colorful black and white vampire took a large sip, pleased by the flavor. "Not bad at all. Good thing we've the best bartender in the business," he complimented Lay, giving the teal haired vampire a wink.
He downed another Jello shot before reaching over for an unclaimed bottle of booze (ensuring 13's whiskey was left untouched) and poured himself a drink in one of the unused glasses. They were supposed to have a good time, after all -- even with a pack of Gangrel roaming. "You want to share that or wait to dive in?" He asked Liri, giving a little nod to his Oreo martini. One of the parties meant to enjoy it was no longer present -- but that didn't mean X couldn't still appreciate it.
Looking over at MJ, X gave her a fanged smile. "I want to see this whole table making good use of that dance floor. Don't worry, darlin', I'm always lucky," he promised with a good natured laugh. Now he was awful determined to make sure she had some fun and let her down a bit. "You and Lay should give us all a fun treat -- it's opening night, baby," he purred at them both.
That would be quite a show. It would only be all the better if Liri joined them. Some of the prettiest kats in the Bin were at this table tonight, after all. What a visual treat.
Glancing over at 13, X gave a grin. "How you holdin' up over there? Gonna get through all that alcohol or are we going to need to send it back to your room?" He was curious if the roadie could get through it all in one go.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2023 2:17 pm
Settling into the comfortable vibe of the club staff, Liri took a sip of his Aviation again, a smug little smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Right? It's really good, isn't it?" He'd spent plenty of time in the Sin Bin over the years, especially since he'd joined the band, of course, but he'd been a semi-regular in his younger days. When he'd been able to piece together the funds to go, that is. Given that he didn't need to exactly buy food, his expenses had always been relatively low. Nowadays he got to wear whatever he wanted, drink whatever he wanted, and shop when he felt like it.
Life in the Sin Bin was pretty great, all things considered, and one couldn't complain of the company. He smiled, pleased to still have MJ, 13, Lay, and X at the table. Hopefully PB would come back and they could make a night of celebrating the club's re-opening. "I've been order that drink for years." Not that it was his only fave, but it was at the top. Delicious, fruity, and balanced. Not too sweet, not too sour. Okay, maybe he was a bit of a gourmand. Could that really be a surprise?
"No kidding, Lay is the best." There were several good bartenders at the Sin Bin, but he could agree with X's sentiment. Lay was just a cut above the rest. "Mmm... maybe let's wait just a little on the Oreo Cookie martini?" he suggested, just in case there was a chance PB might come back.
He laughed, leaning back, an arm still around X. "Oh, we're dancing on the bar, are we? I'd ask if there was room for one more... but I think I've had all the attention I want for the week." And beyond. He took a sip, still feeling good, trying to focus on anything but the reason he didn't want to draw more eyes. Not that the lead singer of the Graverobbers could totally avoid that. "Though, if you do want company..." He let the sentence dangle, and gave a little laugh, knowing what was probably going through X's head.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2023 10:53 pm
It was Duke's first night on the job, though not his first time as a bartender. He'd tucked himself behind the bar, and was slinging the booze like it was going out of style. Dressed in a tight fitting t-shirt with rolled up sleeves and a pair of nice jeans, he still managed to look the part, his apron tied at his waist and folded in half. The orders kept coming and Duke poured them out in sequence, setting them on the bar one after the other.
"Five jello shots, Three Wisemen, Sex on the Beach, Long Island Iced Tea, Gin'n'Tonic, and one old Fashioned ready for booth two," he told a host who was standing by for orders. "And 'something fruity' for the blonde." As requested. There were a couple hounds at the bar and he mixed their drinks up quickly, effortlessly... sliding them down in front of each new occupant of the bar.
Though it had been a little while since he'd done this, it was good to get back into the groove of things. He'd spent some time behind the bar earlier, just familiarizing himself with the lay of the land, but actually working a bar was different. He measured out gin into a jigger, and set several ice cubes into an awaiting glass. Then, he flipped the jigger over, pouring the gin in, stirring, and followed it with a spritz of vermouth. The mixture he then garnished with three skewered olives, and stirred once more. "Classic Gin Martini ready at the bar."
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2023 12:13 am
Of course, Gramsci and Ellie headed straight for the bar, which honestly didn't sound like such a bad idea. Darlin' had half a mind to go gently pester the bartender for a drink herself, plus it would be a decent vantage point to keep an eye on things until she decided the dance floor warranted her attention more. With this music that the DJ was playing, it was honestly going to be hard to resist; she was practically starting to sway where she stood. If she was going to dance, though, she had to have at least one drink in her so that she didn't care as much about who was watching. She always danced her best that way.
Darlin' watched as the Sheriff headed off with one of the colorful band boys, momentarily curious but shrugged it off; not her business what, or who, the Sheriff busied himself with. Just as she was about to head to the bar she noticed Snootch just...standing there in the middle of the dance floor, looking lost until he finally opted to lean against a nearby post. The Pound Puppy sauntered up to her fellow hound and tilted her head at him curiously. "What's got your gears all gummed up there, Snootch? Ya want anything from the bar?"Kinu Darlin' be checking up on the big guy And just because the other pups were mentioned, if anyone wants to interact~
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2023 9:15 pm
Who was a good boy?
He was a good boy. A very good boy.
The words were a mantra the broad shouldered vampire repeated every day, and he did his best to live by them. Tonight was absolutely no exception, and given the Sheriff had promised them all treats if they behaved, Beau was more than happy to oblige. Though he was known to be a bit of a potato when not on the clock, or running around with the rest of the pack, Beau took his job seriously. He was going to earn the best treats, one way or another... or at least, a little praise for a job well done.
Strolling after the others, Beau was in no rush. His stride was long and easy, and he watched with a lop-sided smile as the silver haired Sheriff waved them off. Gramsci had taken off towards the bar, and the rest of the pups began to break off. Snootch and Darlin' were near the dance floor, with the former looking uncomfortable; Ellie followed their illustrious leader to the bar, and Biscuit had found a corner to occupy herself in.
As badly as he wanted to keep an eye on the pack, he was here to be the goodest boy of them all, and that meant working, which meant keeping an eye on things. Despite the mop of hair that often covered his eyes, Beau was always on the alert, and made others business his job.
So, as casually as he could, he started circling the perimeter of the club. His hands were shoved in his pockets, and he weaved in and out of the crowd. If anyone really watched, they would realize he was taking note of where everyone was located, and if possible, nudging them a foot or two closer to the center of the room. He couldn't actually wrangle them all up, but he could make sure everyone was in the room, everyone was accounted for, and the outside perimeter was clear of any threats.
He'd pause now and then, nodding to a patron, offering a lackadaisical smile to a cute vampire or two, and politely declining any offers to dance. Dancing and drinking were on the docket later. He had to earn that drink, and he still wanted Micky's promise of a treat. Maybe two treats, especially if he sat pretty.
((If anyone wants to hang out with the not-himbo, he's here, haha. He's not....100% himbo, just a little fluff for brains sometimes. He's inspired by my parents old OES who....was entirely fluff-for-brains, haha.))
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2023 3:46 pm
 As the Puppies made their way into the club, a muscular female named Roxy followed suit. Eyes surveying the area kept everyone in check as she entered the club with a confident stride. Ears alert her senses were highly on guard this evening. Micky had told them to behave or no treats. This very incentive left Roxy Loyal to the core as she definitely wanted that reward.
Investigating a check of the area she noted a lot of Clanless lingering about. The other Puppies had dispersed to different areas of the club. So Roxy was opting to just stroll about as if she were on a "guard dog" duty. She noticed Snootch and Darlin' near the dance floor. Gramsci of course went straight for the bar. Beau seemed out of place yet he was Pack, which was everything. If anyone dared threaten him, they better be watching their attitudes. Roxy wasn't one to bluff. She'd rather pick a fight, ripping your throat out rather than ask for forgiveness. Heading toward Beau she sauntered over confidently with a smile as her little nub tail wagged, "Heyas Beau... Lively place isn't it? Do you need anything? Drink, Snack?"
Most of the Puppies were pretty much doing their own thing. She was sure Beau wouldn't mind some conversation. Roxy loved getting to know everyone even if she seemed a little aloof at times caught up in her vigil of impending trouble.If anyone else wants to interact, Roxy is open...Uta Roxy is checking up on Beau
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2023 5:18 pm
His eyes lit up with excitement. “They’re here!” he gasped as he spotted a very rainbow clad group of kats sitting at a booth. He decided to go say hello. Of course he wasn’t gonna pass up the chance to say hi and mingle with his all time favorite band! Especially when he was in such a good mood. As he approached he gave a big wave and a smile. “S’up!?” he grinned. “Can I join ya?” He gave a pleading look that said ‘I’ll be good.’ He knew he had a tendency to be… bubbly. And It wasn’t like he didn’t have a bad habit of walking off with clothing items or other belongings either. He could be labeled as ‘annoying’ sometimes. Though he’d deny it.
But they all looked sooo hot tonight. He was starry eyed. He wanted to admire these kats that oozed the talent he could only dream of. It was only just so long ago they had really accepted him as an official groupie. Before he had just been a graffiti artist. Now he had a new obsession, and that was The Graverobbers and their music.
He had completely missed Micky and the Pound Puppies’ entrance. But maybe that was a good thing? He wasn’t a clanned vamps fan. ((sorry I'm late to the party xD; I had medical stuff I had to deal with))
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2023 5:57 pm
Gramsci had merely grinned at Biscuit before he had head off to the bar. Ordering himself a drink and slamming it down. Everyone had pretty much scattered through the club which was fine by him. As long as they weren’t getting him in trouble with Micky that’s all that really mattered. Turning his dark brown gaze to his right he spotted a hot little Meanki who he wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of. But he would be good. For now. Giving her a little wink while he finished his second beer. “Where the hell is Odin?” His ears perked up as he looked around. There were quite a few members missing but he was pretty sure Odin had left with them that evening. Now the vampire was no where to be seen. Maybe he saw a ball rolling off into the distance and decided to chase it.
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