drink up and let's go, folks [OPEN]

[badcoverband]

Who: badcoverband & you!
When: Now/whenever/nighttime
Where: Niteo bar in the Entertainment District
What: Music's pumping, people are humping, and it's just another night at the nightclub that is Niteo. Come have a fiery drink or ten, or spill juicy gossip. Whatever your heart desires. Feel free to use that Captain discount.
Rating/Warning: PG-13 for making out for SOME pervy patron who's trying to get out of paying a tab....

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[It doesn't take Kara long to learn how to master the art of flaming drinks. She has plenty of experience in the art of mixing drinks (admittedly shittier than what she's learned here) and she likes playing with fire. Plus, it helps that the booze is better than that from the Cloud Nine's best. She's ready for another busy night, one of their most popular when they pull in the most money, and finds the bar counter full in no time.]

A. The List

[Kara looks down at the scrap of paper in her hand full of scribbled ingredients before she looks up skeptically at the person across from her. Do they honestly know what they're in for? There's no way this is going to go well.]

I gotta ask again for liability: are you sure? This is gonna taste like shit.

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B. No Booze For You!

[ Kara cocks an eyebrow.]

Give me one good reason I shouldn't have you booted out. You haven't paid your tab in months! Who seriously does that?

[Never you, Kara...no...selective memory sure is convenient.]

I refuse to make you one more drink until I get something in return, preferably the money you owe.

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C. You decide!

Got a scenario you'd like to throw out there? Wanna have a bartender-patron brawl? Feel free to come at Kara with whatever you've got!

Comments

there it is

[fishyoldman]

[Raven's never had a flaming drink before, so when she slides it over, he's suitably awed.]

Whoa! Nice. A flaming hot drink, just like the bartender who made it.

[He'll leave it to cool down before he gives it a try. Really, the showiness alone made it worth it. To her request, he leans forwards and lowers his voice a notch.]

Ah, but if I told you all my secrets right away, old Raven would lose his aura of mystique. You don't want that, do ya?

[badcoverband]

[She can't help but roll her eyes at that line. Cheesy much? But, she never minds a compliment, so she grins too.]

Hope you like mint, I figured it'd go well with the fire. They don't pay me for nothing.

[She has to lean in some on both hands to hear him -- well-played, Raven -- but her mouth twists into a smirk.]

Nah, you're right. A little mystery's nice -- or a lot, depending on what someone's in the mood for. [She starts making up a drink another patron requests.]

But, I'd say you know way more about me than I know about you, don'tcha think?

[fishyoldman]

Hmm, true! It's no fun if I keep everything secret, either. [He sits back while she starts to make another drink, sipping his own thoughtfully and exclaiming:] Ah, it's good...! Mint was a nice choice.

[He dislikes sweet things, including cocktails, so the fresher and more bitter taste of mint is very much welcomed.]

All right, what else d'you wanna know, aside from my secret but incredible exploits of greatness? I've been here a little over a month, but originally I'm from a world called Terca Lumereis.

[badcoverband]

[She gives him a wink with the feedback.]

Thanks, I couldn't tell what kinda guy you were. Sweet or sour...so I went with neither.

[She turns to run someone's card, bidding them a farewell as yet another body leaves the bar. Good. Now she doesn't have to shout as much.]

Well, you know a helluva lot more than me if you've been here a month.

[With the lull in activity, she leans forward on her elbows and starts drying clean glasses with a cloth.]

That sounds pretty...is it? What'd you do there -- before your secret exploits of greatness? Or has that been a lifelong thing?

[fishyoldman]

Ah, I guess it's pretty, yeah. Compared to this city, anyway -- makes me appreciate how much I took for granted. [Raven sips his drink thoughtfully. Though before he gets off on a nostalgic old man tangent...]

I was born great! But sure, I do other stuff besides being great, too. My world's divided between the Empire and the guilds, and I'm a member of a guild called Altosk.

[badcoverband]

Yeah...there's been a lot of that feeling where I come from too. Personally, I'm just glad to live somewhere with reliable showers and no rationed food.

[She wiggles her eyebrows, enjoying the banter.]

Ooh...that sounds exclusive. Am I talking to a celebrity or something?

[Or maybe a self-proclaimed one? She can relate.]

[fishyoldman]

Heh heh. I do have fans all over the world... And now I'm on another world, I've been expandin' my fanbase. Maybe you wanna be my fan too?

[Have some eyebrow waggling straight back. Only a true fan would give him cheap cocktails and fun banter, right?]

[badcoverband]

Hm...I don't know yet.

[She straightens and folds her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at him.]

What's the catch? Do I have to make weird requests like "please sign my boobs, Raven the Great!" or anything? Otherwise, sure, I'm a fan.

[The air of mystery is nice, but she could definitely do with more of his company. It's nice to find someone to banter with so easily, reminding her a little of home.]

[fishyoldman]

Nah, only if you want to.

[Some of his lady friends back home do get pretty weird, so he's fine without the weird requests here. But now she's got his mind down the gutter, so he gives a lewd grin.]

But yer welcome to make other kinds of requests, if ya like. [No guesses as to what he's insinuating...] Think of it as a fanclub welcome gift!

[badcoverband]

[Lords...men are all the same, aren't they? But no, something about him is different, and something about it is refreshing. Mysteries, huh. Anyway, two can play this game.

She gulps down the extra left over from the drink she'd given him. Hmm, it's pretty good, and she almost immediately feels calmer. It could use more gin, though.

Then she grins, props her chin in her palm. The night's slowing down, but she's strangely not tired.]

Uh huh...I'm sure it's something unforgettable, too, that welcome gift. Is it better than a discounted drink on fire?

[fishyoldman]

[Raven, for his part, isn't tired at all! The night's still young and all that.

Well, maybe a little tired, but that's nothing new with the way the city's been affecting him the past couple of weeks. And certainly nothing that he'd let come between him and a pretty lady. He takes another sip of his drink and grins brightly.]

I didn't know how good this drink was until I tried it out. I'm thinking my little gift back to you is somethin' that needs to be tried to be appreciated too. Catch my drift?

[Now if he can just smooth talk her out of the bar...]

[badcoverband]

[She pours a tiny little bit (well, for her) of gin into the drink and finishes her leftover portion. A smirk twists her lips and she busies herself with one last drink request from a patron hollering his order from the other end of the counter.]

Yeah, think I got the idea.

[She can't believe she is even considering... okay, well, yes she can. Her smirk widens.]

Tell me, d'you do this much? Seduce bartenders to get out of paying your tab?

[fishyoldman]

[For his own part, Raven's polishing off the last of his cocktail when he almost sputters and chokes on it.]

What!! And after you were nice enough ta give me a discount too? That'd just be low.

[...He's acting overdramatically offended, but he can't deny it'd be a nice bonus.]

[badcoverband]

[She grins and leans forward on both elbows, resting her head on her folded hands.]

Hey, I don't know if you're the type of guy to play dirty or not. I'm sure we can find some way to settle that tab if you're going to be that dramatic about it...

[Alright, so maybe the added gin is making her a little more direct (or is it really the gin).]

[fishyoldman]

[He gulps as she leans in, setting down his empty glass. Women can be scary sometimes (and he's pretty sure it's not the gin).]

Y-yeah, all right then. How about ya hurry up and tell me what ya have in mind?

[Now he's starting to get impatient, but he'll keep playing along for as long as he has to.]

[badcoverband]

[She immediately moves his empty glass out of the way and lifts his chin with one finger, hazel eyes locking with his blue-green. Her lips are just a breath away, but still twisted into a smirk.]

Something tells me you know exactly what I have in mind...

[If her smirk could've gotten anymore snake-in-the-garden-of-Eden, it would've.]

...Raven the Great.

[fishyoldman]

[Who's seducing who now? His mouth twitches into a half-lidded grin with anticipation; she's so close he can even smell the gin on her breath.]

I dunno, I might need it spellin' out for me... Captain.

[And if she'll let him, he'll lean in to kiss her. Working hours be damned, it's practically the end of the night and the other customers are too drunk to care anyway, right?]

[badcoverband]

[A shiver of anticipation dances down her spine; of course she'll let him kiss her (what, does he think she's some kind of prude?!), and if he doesn't hurry it up she'll be "forced" to do it herself. She hadn't expected to find someone to flirt with so easily. I mean, it's not like she really knows him, right? So it should be harmless.

Quick and easy, before she has the chance to inadvertently hurt him and screw everything up, just as Kara Thrace always frakkin' manages to do.

But that's neither here nor there so she looks at the older man, smiling, all too aware of how easy it would be to lean in. If she cares about patrons, she doesn't show it. She's got eyes only for him.]

Nah, I think we're on a first-name basis now. It's Kara.

[fishyoldman]

Sure thing, Kara.

[It's a prettier name than just sticking to a title besides, so no complaints from him. He cups the back of her neck with surprising tenderness, and closes what little distance was left to kiss her. It's a playful but deep kiss; he's testing the waters, seeing how serious she wants to go.]

[badcoverband]

[Whatever Kara had been expecting, it isn't this. She kind of hadn't been expecting anything at all, only because men are mostly all talk and no walk. And certainly didn't expect it to be this...well, nice.]

Yeah, I get what you're saying about trying out that gift...

[She mumbles before her lips part easily against his and her fingers curl around the front of his shirt on instinct. (Gin-stinct? Perhaps some of both.) She drags her teeth over his bottom lip, testing his own playfulness. He has had alcohol, after all...]

[fishyoldman]

[His breath hitches as her teeth graze his lip, and her enthusiasm only excites him further. His hands roam lower to her waist, one hand slipping beneath her shirt to caress the small of her back. The only thing that would make this better would be if they didn't have a damn bar between them.]

Hey, [he pulls away enough to reply, voice low and breathy,] wanna take this outside?

[Or back to his place, or whatever. Suddenly he doesn't really care if she's on shift or not.]

[badcoverband]

[Yeah, this whole bar counter thing has got to go. Truthfully, she hadn't even gotten that far in her thoughts about how this would go, but feeling his fingers, a little chilly on her heated skin, jump-started those thoughts.]

I got thirty more minutes...

[She mumbles, more to herself than to him, but taking another look around the bar is enough to convince her -- plus, the hand still on her back is damn distracting. Thirty more minutes of slaving away as a bartender, or hooking up with some cute slightly-older guy? Stupid question, right?]

Yeah...yeah, let's go. This way.

[She jerks her head in the opposite direction of the main entrance, opting instead for a side door that leads to an alley, a.k.a. her secret exit. The night air feels good, but so does the anticipation curling in her chest.]

Ivan the bouncer seeing me leave before shift isn't an option. Even for someone like you.

[Damn it, if she can't hide that half-smile...]

[fishyoldman]

[Good choice, Kara. Raven slinks out after her, and the night air is refreshing after the warm buzz from the cocktail and the bar, only serving to heighten his senses. He grins, a lazy but happy grin.]

Ahh, such subterfuge and intrigue, all for little old me...

[He says it in a sing-song voice, as if he's flattered by the very notion. Then he slips a hand back around her waist, wanting to pick up from where they left off, and presses a kiss to her jaw. He's barely able to contain himself now they have a little more privacy.]

[badcoverband]

Yeah, you should feel special. Or maybe you're dangerous and trying to get me all alone out here to steal my lunch money.

[As if she wouldn't be able to kick his ass in .02 seconds flat -- or try, at least. The idea of that is exciting, but not nearly as exciting as what's whirling through her mind.

She turns into him completely, pushing him flush against an alley wall with her body. She curls an arm around his shoulders before she presses her mouth to his again, more impatiently than before, tongue sweeping his mouth.]

[fishyoldman]

How'd you figure it out?

[Raven would probably think her kicking his ass would be pretty hot too, to be honest, even if he much prefers this. He offers no resistance as she pushes him up against the wall, letting out a low hum of pleasure as he feels her tongue in his mouth, pulling her to him in kind to deepen the kiss. He can sense her impatience, so the hands at her waist tease at the hem of her shirt to pull it up and off.]