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 The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in]

Discussion in 'Open Roleplays' started by Villains, Mar 23, 2018.

  1. Villains

    Villains I'll be that monster you've been wantin'. Community Helpers

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    The One Night Stand

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    The One Night Stand is a place of legends, frequented by countless supernatural miscreants of Valesport; regardless the somewhat ancient and out of date appearance the complex is known for. In a less populated part of town by the docks, a line of closed businesses decorate either side of the street, with the quaint little bar seated right smack in the middle. From the outside, there’s little to the One Night Stand that sticks out, minus the small hanging sign with the name. A short walk from crumbling sidewalk to the door gives you a view of the entrance, which is decorated in archaic symbols most wouldn’t be able to decipher – but resonate decaying dark energy. As though offering a warning to anyone who enters, the energy provides the most basic knowledge that this bar isn’t your normal dive bar.


    The policy is an open bar at the ONS, but usually, when a bartender is available, they're willing to serve. The main barroom branches directly from the entrance, and a collective of tables, chairs, and booths seem comfortably spaced for a large population looking to enjoy their privacy. The main counter is a different story, with stools tightly compacted for intimate conversations among the more social customers. Posters line the walls, stating various slogans, phrases, and obscure rules - but they're antiquated and falling apart, hinting at the true age of the run-down establishment. The floors and walls are wood, and surprisingly clean considering the sort of patrons the bar attracts. Foreign runic symbols are engraved every so often, ostensibly burned into the wooden surfaces evenly throughout the length of the building, and upon closer examination, one might note the strange and ancient magic they seem to contain.

    The windows are spaced and dreamily paned, giving the outside world an artistic and surreal appearance to the viewer. A worn down sofa and love seat set are also available near the fireplace in the farthest corner from the door, which appears out of place in the rough and tumble main drinking hub, yet are a popular spot for those simply looking to get out of the cold.


    Through a door to the side of the counter, one would find the kitchen and all the amenities provided within. This portion of the One Night Stand has been renovated in (semi)recent times and has practical versions of the usual appliances and tools for preparing, cooking and storing food. The ingredients within are typical ones for an Americanized establishment, but once something is stocked, it has a tendency to be restocked at the end of each evening. In large writing across the wall beneath the door frame, it reads
    'Please don't screw here! This is where we make our meals!'

    (This is in the vein of logic as the message one would be able to find in the public bathrooms, but those are located off near the fireplace common area.)


    Leading down from the kitchen through the back of the pantry is a wine cellar that is used mostly for alcohol storage. The door is always locked and has no real purpose other than to store Errol's collection of vintage wines.



    A stairwell leads from the entryway of the barroom to a long corridor of the exposed upper level, though it seems only to serve as a funnel for the seemingly endless rooms the inn portion of ONS is able to provide. More of the strange runic symbols cover the walls and floors of this hallway and indeed are included in the rooms, should one choose to stay the night. Each room consists of a king sized bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a lamp, a chest, wall shelving, a personal bathroom, and an alarm clock. These features never change, but other qualities of the somewhat uniform rooms might. Lucky guests have windows, and some are balcony view or fitted with bay windows. Others might have a vanity or extra chairs, or maybe even a full sized bathroom with a tub, rather than just a shower stall.


    Lastly, somewhere in the bar is a passage that leads underground, and through it, one can find themselves traveling a series of intricate tunnels that seem to follow the metro system of the city. What the purpose of these tunnels was, no one is sure of yet, though the mystery may one day be solved, should anyone choose to investigate it.


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    The city itself is similar to Boston, meaning it’s on the waterfront of the Atlantic (or whatever the fantasy equivalent would be). The name of the city is Valesport. The weather, transit system and general look/feel are all the same as a northern eastern US city, so keep that in mind when posting.


    ⊱ Downtown


    Downtown is considered the red light district and usually contains little police presence, due to how unmanageable the populace who live here is. The One Night Stand is located here, and this area is closest to the docks. Half the businesses are boarded up, and the other half are unsavory to some degree.


    ⊱ Midtown


    This is where the city generally thrives, and the area plays host to a rich mecca of culture and business, giving the economy just enough of a boost to continue its steady life.


    ⊱ Uptown


    Known as Brighton, the rich and powerful often choose to live and work here, though it offers little else for the average citizen. Minus the more upscale activities one could partake in here, like the opera, this isn't the place to go for typical bar goer fun. It is, however, considered the safest portion of the city - meaning police activity is high and the crimes committed here are always kept track of and looked in to.


    ⊱ The Docks


    Remnants of the port city's past, the Docks are seldom bothered with by anyone outside the fishing and canning industries, though even those workers seem scarce now due to how uninhabited the waters have become in recent years. The businesses that still try their luck in this area do so ineffectively, and generally just leave behind more skeletons for the building graveyard it's become. Older houses encroach on the beaches, but they're few and far between, and only continue to exist because the city is incredibly proud of it's older properties and their 'historical value'.





    IC Tavern Rules:
    > Fighting belongs outside the bar.
    > If they said no, they meant no.
    > Drink what you want, but tips are per drink, not per night.
    > Upstairs are rooms. Those are where you strip - Not here.
    > You break it, you bought it.
    > Buying a lass a drink is polite. Buying the bartender a drink after an all-nighter is expected.

    OOC Rules:
    > ToS
    > Be respectful to other writers.
    > No Gods. That's no fun.
    > Hunters/Humans/Werewolves/Vampires/Demons/Angels/Whatever are fine.
    > No God Modding/Auto Hitting/Controlling someone else's character without their permission.
    > No Kids. It's a bar.
    > Anyone looking for work at the ONS can PM me or ask IC.
    > (()) [[]] {{}} Brackets around your OOC chatter.
    > Anyone is welcome to come in and role play. Walk-ins welcome. No profiles needed.
    > The One Night Stand is magically protected, but the rest of the city is not. Go wild.
     
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  2. Xarfax

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    "There you go, buddy! The One Night Stand!" said the cab driver. Leo leaned towards the window and looked out at the sign, finding himself intrigued. During his journey here from Europe, he had heard a lot about this particular place. It was a bar for the.... Odd kind of beings in this universe.
    "That'll be 20 bucks!" Leo looked at the driver, unsure if 20 was a lot or little. Nevertheless, he dug out the money from the inside of his long brown thick coat.
    "There you go. Thanks for ride." he spoke in a thick east-european accent before getting out of the cab.

    He shivered for a moment as he adjusted his coat, to protect himself from the cold seawind. The place looked emtpy, almost dead. But if there was one thing he knew, it was that the looks could be deceitful. He stepped to the door and opened it lightly. The warmth of the place hit his face and felt welcoming. He closed the door behind him and walked to the bar.
    "Hello? Is there anyone here?" he asked.
     
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  3. TheBurd

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    The wine cellar was dark and silent, yet dry and pleasantly-cool. It was, arguably, the most peaceful place within the bar, and so perhaps it was fortunate that the bolt-hole picked that particular spot to spit out its occupant. The dim quiet of the cellar was suddenly disturbed as the air seemed to shimmer, like it would in the middle of a hot summer day. With a sound somewhere between a firecracker and a hiccup, a rift of light tore open in the center of the room just long enough to spit out a gangly body, then collapsed in on itself, leaving the cellar silent once more.

    For a minute or two, the creature it had deposited didn't stir, but then a limb twitched, a shiver rustled its auburn fur, and with a quiet groan, Faun uncurled herself and groggily sat up. She could have passed for a satyr of myth, although generally, satyrs were pictured with a bit more dignity than the fearful being peering about. This didn't...look like the Hedge. Didn't feel like it either, though there was still an undercurrent of magic in the air that made her nose itch. She rose unsteadily to her feet, cloven hooves rapping softly against the wooden floor. Her tail swished about her hocks for balance, and a pale, wide-eyed face was just visible under her messy auburn locks. The faun twitched an ear, listening intently, but it was quiet as the grave here.

    Now she just had to figure out where 'here' was.

    Careful stumbling about in the darkness led her to brush her hands over what felt like a door, though when she tried to turn the knob, it wouldn't budge. It took her another minute of fumbling to find the lock and unfasten it, allowing her to shoulder the heavy cedar door open and step into the hall. She could hear distant music in a style she didn't recognize, but it certainly sounded like nothing one would have heard in the Faerie wilderness. Walking as quietly as possible for a hoofed creature, she followed the sounds, unsure what she would find.
     
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  4. Villains

    Villains I'll be that monster you've been wantin'. Community Helpers

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    On three-inch heels, Chance sashayed through the less populated downtown section of the city, mindful of the ocean air and the chill trying to push up the hem of her obsidian skirt. Blonde locks fell in rich spindles, cascading down her mink wrapped shoulders like gold spun thread, begging to be teased by adventurous fingers. Cherry lips wore a smug variety of smile, akin to how predatory big cats were often thought to grin while bloodied and full. Perhaps she was a similar sort of beast, wrapped in a guise of buxom physique, carrying herself in a manner that appeared all too easy to appreciate but increasingly difficult to understand. Her aura was hungry, contrasting, a mess of dark tendrils lapping up the length of her bare legs and thighs, though the Fae offered no more attention to the unseen energy than other passersby might. To anyone without the ability to see such things, Chance posed no imminent threat.

    Her travels led her to her usual haunt, the dilapidated state of the tavern failing to register as a problem for the Fae as she slipped through the rune-infused entrance to follow on the heels of a gentleman visitor. Cobalt hues traced the male before she carried on past him, leading the way to the bar counter and the unattended liquor shelves. In doing so, she also shot the unknown femme a look through the dim of the hallway, curious but not so much to engage just yet. First things first. "It's an open bar," She said to no one in particular, her tone warm and verbose so not to antagonize anyone who might be skittish about being addressed. "Compliments of the bar itself. Funny how that works, isn't it?"

    Countless years of frequenting the ONS and Chance was no more knowledgeable of the machinations behind the tavern than any of the other patrons were. Errol, the owner, swore she knew even less than the metahumans she often served and Chance believed her. The blonde made herself a messy whiskey sour sans the egg white before gliding back around to the patron side of the countertop. Perching on a stool, her long legs crossed at their thigh, further pushing the skirt she wore up the expanse of her exposed surface skin.

    "If you're seeking sanctuary, this is probably the closest attempt to any such thing in Valesport."
     
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  5. BoundObsession

    BoundObsession Naughty or nice? I can do both. Member

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    Colin had been in the bar over an hour, curious to see what clientele it attracted. He hated being a vampire, but there was one skill that creatures of the night had that he valued. Umbrakinesis! The power to manipulate shadows in order to disappear from sight. And the One Night Stand had plenty of shadows that he could use. Especially in the corner booth he had taken up residence in. It was farthest from the fireplace, so it got the least amount of light. Not that he intended to stay invisible forever, but just long enough to observe who would be coming into the establishment. But so far, only two people had entered. At least by the front door. He sensed a third presence, though they weren't in the room. He would have liked to stay invisible longer, waiting for more patrons to come in. Unfortunately, he sensed in the tall blonde an aura that said she was a woman with supernatural powers. As such, she might have already detected his presence. And if not, she might be offended that someone would play hide and seek with one such as her. Besides, his glass was empty. And the bartender had yet to make an appearance. The woman's pronouncement that it was an open bar gave him an excuse to come out of the shadows for a refill. But first, he pulled out his pipe, filled it and lit it. A good scotch always went better with a good smoke. His tobacco gave off a scent of whiskey as it competed with the smoke of the fireplace.

    Rising, pipe in one hand and his glass in the other, Colin emerged from the shadows and made for the bar. Giving a smile and a nod to the lady and the gent as he passed them, he slid behind the bar and reached for the Drambuie. Purists would probably scoff at his choice of scotch, but he liked the mixture of whiskey, honey and various herbs and spices. Just like he preferred aromatic tobacco to plain tobacco in his pipe. Filling the glass, he introduced himself.

    "The name's Colin McDuff. It appears we're either incredibly early or the crowds' incredibly late. You look like a regular, my lady. So which is it? I'd been told this bar attracts a rather interesting clientele." There was a hint of a Scottish accent to his voice, almost lost since it had been so long since he'd been in the highlands. He gave the woman a smile and held his hand out to take hers if she chose to introduce herself. She really was quite stunning. But with a predatory look in her eyes that few would probably recognize. Then again, Colin was a predator as well, so he knew that look. As for the lad, he looked lost. But if he was in the One Night Stand, he was probably here with a purpose.
     
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  6. Villains

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    A sculpted brow rose as the figure from the farthest shadows of the tavern made his way behind the bar counter. Deeming him harmless due to the nature of his questions, Chance settled her elbows against the wood so she might cradle her cheeks and lean forward, looking entirely too bourgeoisie for someone in seventy grand worth of mink. "Oh, there's no real way of knowing. I imagine we might find ourselves surrounded in a few hours... or we might be alone." Plush lips curling into an almost expectant smile, the woman relinquished a set of digits from her features and moved to take a sip of her drink. Left to incline on just one stilt of an arm, the other busied itself brushing a sheet of golden locks from the creatures' visage.

    Her expression seemed thoughtful, though distant. A glance that might peer through the cosmos and find the reality best suited for the collection of creatures the One Night Stand catered to. "I'm Chance Arden. A regular, yes, but I remain hopeful that my legacy might shine brighter than the obscurity of this establishment might otherwise allow," she paused, returning the swirling irises of her cobalt hues back to the newly introduced Colin, "And I expect you're new to the area. Maybe not the city proper, but downtown doesn't seem to suit you." Reaching for the collar of Colin's jacket, Chance attempted running the fabric between her thumb and index fingers to gauge the material.

    "What brought you here? Are you waiting for someone?"

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  7. BoundObsession

    BoundObsession Naughty or nice? I can do both. Member

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    "I'm seeking out others like myself, fair lady. Creatures of the night I met long ago. And no, I'm not from this area. I'm from Scotland by way of New Orleans."

    Colin put on a charming smile, giving the impression he was seeking out old friends. What he didn't say was that he was a vampire hunting other vampires. He'd been turned against his will many years ago and was in search of those responsible. His goal was to kill all vampires that had been present at the time of his turning. Extracting revenge, but without them knowing it was one of their own doing the deed. And once he'd extracted his revenge, he'd kill himself so as to prevent the cycle from repeating.

    Colin had left Scotland for the New World shortly after the War of Independence and before the War of 1812. He'd served as an officer under Andrew Jackson at the Battle of New Orleans. But he'd had the misfortune of standing next to a cannon that had been overloaded with gunpowder. When it exploded, it hurled his body out into the no-man's land between the two armies, where he lay among the dead and dying, waiting for his own demise. As darkness fell, shadowy figures crept onto the battlefield. He thought they were coming to try and save those who were still alive. Or at least reclaim their bodies. But no, they were bloodsuckers intent on taking advantage of the brave men who lay dying there. Including Colin, who was in no condition to fight off the foul creature who sank it's fangs into his neck. When he awoke in a shallow grave three nights later, he vowed revenge on those who had preyed on him and his comrades-in-arms.

    For a moment, Colin feared he might have let his smile slip as he recalled the past. Chance didn't seem to notice, though. However, it was hard to tell, since her expression didn't reveal much.

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  8. GMO

    GMO Gymnastically militant orangutan Member

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    There was blood on the cuffs of Detective Brock Winslow's shirt. His knuckles were still smudged with it, too. There was little doubt that Brock was the toughest sonofabitch cop in town, just as there was little doubt that he didn't get the job because of his education, brains, or ability to close cases but patronage from a high-ranking officer who appreciated Brock's toughness and willingness to hurt people in the line of duty. Of course, there is a considerable difference between stupidity and lack of education - and many people confused a lack of formal education with lack of intelligence. Brock Winslow was not a well-educated man.

    It was a big man, and he seemed bigger. He was broad-shouldered and tall, with long legs. He wore a cheap suit because he couldn't afford better - blue, with a red tie, and even though he didn't have his shield out it would be obvious to anyone with the least touch of savoir-faire that he was a harness bull for the PD. He was good-looking, though world-weary, with dark hair and intense dark eyes.

    He came into the bar because he saw it and wanted a drink. Increasingly, after a job from his patron, he wanted a drink. He did not understand anything about magic, and it would take considerable effort to get him to believe in it, anyway, but he had something special about him. He had a kind of shine. He didn't know it, or, rather, he had suppressed all knowledge of whatever talents he was born with.

    At the door, he took it in. It seemed a little strange to him but the town was full of many strange things. It seemed... improbable that the bar worked on the trust system, but he had seen many an open bar in his day and recognized one here. He poured himself a double shot of bourbon - Four Roses, not bad - and took a sip. When he put the glass down, there was blood on its rim. That was his blood. The inside of his mouth stung like the dickens, so he took another drink.
     
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  9. Villains

    Villains I'll be that monster you've been wantin'. Community Helpers

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    Chance didn't need to hear the entire story to understand the gist of Colin's message. After all, when did anyone come looking for their kind without an ulterior motive? One might consider the act itself to be a bit cliche, but in reality, every single story to march through the doors of the tavern was cliche in its own right. Hers included.

    The blonde gently swirled her drink before downing the remainder of liquor left in the glass, her sights taking careful consideration of the change in patronage. She could smell it before it came into view. Blood on the newest arrival, but small amounts. Enough to earn a thread of curiosity from the buxom fae. Unlike Colin, she had no attraction or desire toward blood itself. If she wanted to eat a man, she would eat him whole.

    "I would tell you where I'm from, but it's far less interesting," she lied to Colin, her smile a beam of clean incisors that barely allowed their canine counterparts attention in the matter. "Also, it has very little to do with why I'm here. Another less interesting fact: I just wanted a few drinks." Rising to stand, the creature sauntered back to the area behind the bar so she might grab herself the bottle she had used before. "I expected to find the bartender, but it looks as though she left the patrons to attend to themselves. I guess I'll put it on my tab," she teased between them, letting their proximity remain close even as she directed her sights to the suited fellow on the opposite side of the counter.

    The newest, the biggest. He probably had a name, but she didn't ask.

    "You might want to wash up. It seems as though you might still have a bit of blood on your hands." Shoulders shrugging beneath the mink, Chance added, "In case you care."


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  10. Sanity43217

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    Life was difficult for Psammenitus. Despite his stunning looks, he was much older then he seemed. Only just coming to terms with modern life. It had been about a hundred and fifty years since the unwrapping party that freed him. Before that, he spent over five thousand years trapped in a sarcophagus. At least he was now present in the present.

    Having assumed the modern identity of Sam Scott, the ancient Mummy wandered the streets of downtown Valesport. Heading to one of his regular hangouts. The One Night Stand.

    Entering the bar, his red eyes moved over the other patrons. He lacked the ability to sense other supernatural species without planting a rather simple amulet on them. Which was too much effort in this setting. He used his right hand to help slick back his hair before making his way behind the bar. Nodding a greeting to Chance who he had seen here a couple times before.

    Once behind the bar, he leaned against it, faveing towards the shelf of spirits. He had to admit that alcohol quality had definitely improved in the last five thousand years.
     
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  11. GMO

    GMO Gymnastically militant orangutan Member

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    From the moment he'd entered, Brock had a crossing-a-black-cat, walking-across-his-grave feeling. When Chance spoke to him, it deepened, and deepened a bit more when Sam came in. It made him start to notice things. Not the old posters - lots of clip joints in town were wallpapered with old posters. But the signs on the walls. He'd been a cop for over a decade, and believed he knew every style of tag the town had. Clearly, he was wrong. He couldn't tell magic from a hole in the ground, but he felt the depth and power that his conscious mind didn't understand. He also felt the call of it, but didn't understand that, either, or had forgotten, or been made to forget.

    To Chance: "Most people are too polite to notice the blood. Here's a joke. What do you call a cop covered in blood? Sir. You call him sir." He delivered it so deadpan it would be hard to say if he was joking or not. "What's the deal, here? A joint like this? Didn't expect to see a smokeshow in a party dress. You're about fifteen blocks from the high-rent district."

    But he opened a bottle of sparkling water, put it in a glass, and used a napkin to rub the stains from his knuckles.

    (My computer rebooted and I had to rewrite this. Curses!)

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  12. BoundObsession

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    Two newcomers to the bar. One with red eyes that drew Colin's attention immediately. Only demons or the undead had those color of eyes. Colin's stayed icy blue except in a feeding frenzy. Either this gentleman couldn't control their color or didn't care to. Which seemed odd in someone so fastidious in their appearance otherwise. He seemed acquainted with Chance and the bar though, as he went behind to get his own drink. The bartender was loosing a lot of inventory if this was how she operated. Either that or she was depending on the honor system.

    The other gent was a cop. The lame cop joke was unnecessary for Colin to figure that out. Clearly he'd never been in The One Night Stand before. And the joke? It was probably a nervous response to meeting a woman as stunning as Chance. But the gent wasn't wrong. Chance did look out of place in a dive such as this and in this part of town. Clearly dressed to impress, yet in a place where one wouldn't expect to find the cream of society. The way she ran her fingers along the collar of his jacket seemed an attempt to gauge his social status by the quality of his clothing. Which only seemed to confirm what he'd heard about this bar and it's unusual clientele.

    Like sharks, vampires are drawn to blood. But Colin had managed to get a handle on that in his 250 years of existence. Besides, the blood was dried. And for the most part, it wasn't the cop's blood. He'd been in a fight recently. And from the size of him, heaven help the other person. Colin was a big man, but not nearly as big as this guy. So why was he here? Like Chance, he seemed out of place. But for different reasons. Colin could sense supernatural powers in Chance and the man with the red eyes. But the cop? It was hard to tell. There was a trace of the supernatural about him, but that might have rubbed off from someone else.

    But politeness required introductions. So with a nod to the newcomers, he said "The name's Collin McDuff. This is my first time here. And who you be?"

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  13. Villains

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    Perhaps it came with the territory, but Chance hardly batted a lash at the crimson-hued gentleman, used to far more monstrous beings waltzing their way into the tavern. It was always a roll of the dice whether a customer might appear skinless and daunting or colossal and clawed, the size of their teeth second only to the voraciousness of their appetite. Mr. Scott's nod earned one from the Fae, a silent assurance that he was in similar company even if the question of everyone's identity lingered well past formal introductions. Clinks of glasses being taken and poured into was a sign of progress, despite the apparently human officer in their midst.

    "It appears as if the patronage is arriving in waves. Is this what you first envisioned of the bar, Colin?" Chance mused softly, her sights offering a sidelong glance of acknowledgment. Planting herself back onto the weathered stool she had claimed earlier, her rear wiggled beneath the fabric of her dress, paying no mind to the rise of the material as she situated herself. Bare thighs were hardly a crime. "And you're asking a rather personal question, Stranger." Tipping her chin at the police officer, the woman went on to explain, "I've been coming here so long, the matter of my station never comes to mind when I make time to visit. Now you, on the other hand, seem out of place in a place such as this."

    Settling her eyes on his newly cleaned knuckles, cobalt orbs remained investigative well through Colin's query of who this mysterious city official might be. Until she was distracted by her drink, Chance seemed content to pause her interactions, her staring likely considered invasive by the time she made her break-off sip of liquor.

    "It's comfortable here," She finally replied, the curve of her smile appearing impish. "And I expect there's something to be said about secrecy. This isn't the sort of place you learn about through word of mouth."

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  14. GMO

    GMO Gymnastically militant orangutan Member

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    "Brock Winslow," he said to Colin. "Nice to meet you. I'd shake hands but...." He pointed to the blood-smeared napkin with a bit of a shrug. Normally, he didn't feel bad about that kind of thing - the violence - but they made him feel it tonight. There was no sense of justice, that they had somehow thwarted the system and deserved it. He kept these thoughts to himself. "I'm new here, too. I was looking to get something to take the edge off and I found that, but this joint is...." He looked at Colin, directly. "Weird."

    He gave a rough smile towards Chance. "That's not a personal question. A person question would be what color panties are you wearing, or what's your tax bracket. I'm being friendly. And, yeah, I'm feeling like a fish out of water, which I think is strange, because I've been cruising this neighborhood for years and years. You'd think that I'd been into every place that serves alcohol in this whole city, to be honest, yet, here I am, feeling like a fish out of water in what I thought was my town.

    "I should add, no complaints. I like long-legged women in party dresses. But it amps up the disconnect."

    He sipped his drink. Idly: "Everyone has secrets. If it's not a secret, it's probably not interesting."
     
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  15. BoundObsession

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    "It appears as if the patronage is arriving in waves. Is this what you first envisioned of the bar, Colin?"

    "Not quite," he answered. "So far, this has been tamer than what I had envisioned. Perhaps I've come on an off-night." He stared at those bare thighs of hers longer than was probably proper. But he had a feeling that was the response Chance was looking for from all the males in the bar.

    Colin gave Brock an amused look and replied, "I quite understand." Brock seemed a talkative bloke. And quite curious about The One Night Stand.

    Constables, especially a detective, which Colin assumed Brock was, were by nature inquisitive. They needed to know what's going on in their bailiwick. It was no different here than it was back in Britain. As someone who had killed, Colin would have been nervous, except that those he had killed tended to turn to dust when they died, leaving no forensic evidence. Convenient for him. Though carrying around a wooden stake lacked a certain subtlety as weapons go. On the other hand, they didn't require a background check.

    But as curious as Brock was about the club, he seemed more interested in flirting with the lovely Chance. Not that Colin blamed him.

    As he turned to get a refill on his scotch, Colin asked her, "Do you need a refill, Chance?"
     
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    The city had a different buzz the moment she stepped foot inside, and it wasn't merely the people streaming through the streets as the young woman tried to remain vicariously on the outskirts of their endeavors. As she slipped between alleyways and farther from the constant crowd- despite the darkness that had fallen over the bulk of the buildings long ago- Hazel noticed the clear and electric feel of something undeniably mythical ahead of her. Body stiffening as she paused in the deep shadow of what might've once been an apartment complex, the redhead lifted her nose to the air and inhaled deeply. The slightest scent of undead and other not-so-human creatures caressed her senses. Instinct normally warned her far away from others- especially those that wandered the same path as her- but something entirely different possessed her form. Without much time to gather her thoughts, she angled towards the scent, tucking the thin cotton sweater tighter around the deep maroon dress that hugged her curved figure from her thighs and up to her wrists in its tight embrace.

    A feeling of being impossibly safe and secure ensnared her being the moment she stepped foot on the threshold of the door, her pale green eyes glancing over the name of the establishment as she entered. The One Night Stand. Lip quirked at the corner, the fair-skinned young woman slipped inside. Dimmer even than the streets outside, save for the space near the subtly roaring fire in the far corner, the open room gave an inviting feel as she let the door fall shut behind her. The heels of her short pumps clicked softly over the wood as she sought out a table somewhat near the fire with instinctive quickness. Most of those already inside seemed to know the place, the familiarity apparent in their tones as she let her ears slowly adjust to their voices. Licking her lips as she settled quietly into a chair, she let her eyes slowly wander over the beings nearby. It was hard to tell what most of them were, except for the few who had highly distinguishable scents, including the undead with the brilliant crimson gaze and the hulking human near the bar.

    Hazel leaned her elbows against the tabletop and slowly exhaled as she let the low tones of conversation soothe her into a somewhat comfortable feel. There'd been other places warded similarly for supernatural beings, but none that had felt as homely. And certainly none with an open-bar policy, Hazel finally noticed. Her eyes narrowed and she gazed curiously at those coming and going from the collection of drinks. She was almost drawn closer- alcohol had little effect on her, but it'd been a long time since she'd been able to converse with others normally- but caution kept her seated uncertainly where she'd placed herself. ​
     
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    BoundObsession Naughty or nice? I can do both. Member

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    Colin noticed the girl enter the bar out of the corner of his eye. He was tempted to tell her to come and join the group, but decided not to. If she was sitting alone, it was probably because she wanted to be alone for the moment. The bar was still male-heavy, but now Chance was no longer alone. The last thing the newcomer needed was a rush of testosterone headed her direction. So he caught her eye and gave her a smile and a nod to let her know she wasn't being ignored, but could come over in her own time.

    Like everyone else but Brock, she had an air of the supernatural about her. And Colin really wasn't there weren't latent undiscovered powers in Brock as well. The fact that he'd found this place that was normally hidden from humans seemed to indicate that he was more than he seemed.

    But one thing was certain. Colin had yet to find those he was looking for. Still, the night was young. He turned his eyes back toward Chance, still waiting on her reply, while he in the meantime poured another scotch.
     
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    Chance offered a small hum in response to Colin's comment, her lips pursed and plush while she shrugged beneath the weight of her furs. "I expect civility only lasts as long as sobriety does." With her vision seeking the new figure as they entered the establishment, the woman assessed the newcomer with mild interest before that was stolen by the conversation at large. An open conversation, of course, that likely traveled the distance between the two parties.

    "Oh, now you're being ridiculous. As if I would wear panties." The blonde teased the cascade of her blonde locks, winking. "I expect you have every right to be confused. If I mapped out the metropolitan area just to find a mystery bar in my precinct, I would also feel disoriented. That said, I assure you that the One Night Stand isn't new. Likely a topic of conversation for the owner when she isn't shrugging off her duties, but our community has always been rather... tight-knit. You see the same faces in passing, you spend evenings with the usual suspects, so to speak."

    Reclining slightly on her bar stool, the Fae untucked a cigarette case from her cleavage and popped it open. Taking out a slender cigarette and an overly ornate pack of matches, she lit it before continuing with her thoughts.

    "So, Brock - Perhaps you were meant to be a regular. If you like attractive women and free drinks, what's to dislike? Think of it like a club that doesn't have a membership fee." She sniffed once, and then a second time, as if something in the air was distracting her from her thoughts. "Oh, right. Yes, Colin." Pushing her half-drained beverage toward the Vampire, she asked, "Do you know how to make a Roman Holiday?"

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    "A Roman Holiday? My but you have exotic tastes!" he replied with a grin. "I can make it if all the ingredients are here. I can't guarantee however that it will be bartender quality." He started searching for the Campari and the Amaretto. Wait a minute. Not Amaretto but Amaro. And what was the name of the rum?

    "Damn", Colin muttered under his breath. Was he trying a little too hard to impress? Then he chuckled to himself. Probably! But it wasn't like he had anything better to do.

    He glanced over at the girl at the table while gathering the ingredients together. "If there's anything you need while I'm behind the bar, let me know," he called out. He couldn't claim to be an expert on all drinks, but during 250 years, he'd learned a few.
     
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    Brock didn't work evidence. There were two kinds of detectives. One did work evidence - and they could do wonders, even with dust. But they were eggheads. The second kind of detective worked people. They teased out admissions from people who were lying or forgetful, they really listened. Brock was neither. He was the mad dog that was brought in to scare the shit out of the other guy, to dispense street justice, or clean up someone's mess. His business was more like a cleaner than a police officer. His potential was wasted by his bosses, who did not recognize what was under the bloody knuckles and cruel smile.

    "In my family, the civility lasts only as long as the whiskey," he said, still deadpan. "Nothing's ruder than sobriety. It's also a sin to question who's buying the whiskey in your glass, but humans are sinful by nature, and I'm not an exception.

    "So, lady in a party dress, question of panties aside, I didn't say I didn't like it. What's not to like? Shit, now we've got two pretty girls! Except that when people talk in code, it's usually to hide something, or because they don't think the person they're talking to can take it straight. I'd ask Colin here but he's giving me the ol' 'I don't talk to cops' vibe, and the dude in the LARP get-up has gone quiet, and the new girl over there is hugging the fireplace like we've got cooties but I assure everyone here that I'm talking generally: can you talk straight to me? I got shot at point-blank range with a twelve-gauge" - it was birdshot and he had his vest on, so it was more like getting hit with a really heavy baseball bat than anything else, with only a few pellets getting into his abdomen - "so I like to think I can take a straight shot."

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