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!

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[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.]