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Current Music: NINA SIMONE - The House of The Rising Sun

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Who: Dorian Carver and You?
What: A night at the Rising Sun.
When: As soon as the sunsets.
Where: The Rising Sun
Notes & Warnings: You can interact with Dorian or just have your own threads in the club with others! EVERYTHING GOES!

As soon as the sun had set Nina Simone's cover of House of the Rising Sun started to blast out of the sound system clear as crystal as the doors were proped open. The club was open to any and all with a simple set of rules by the door the biggest written on fancy text 'The Rule of Haven; All within will be given due respect, violence shall not be premitted inside the doors of the building.' It was one of the few Kindred Laws he still embraced.

Tonights drinks were half priced and the music was pumping everything was set to be fun and full of mischief. Everything in the club was fueled with black lights and made to look classy but fun. Dorian wanted to give the place a retro feel while still not pushing too far back in time. So he had found a compromise. Black lights and modern motif.

The owner himself was sitting at the bar in a red fur coat and black suit. He looked amused out at his club. He was drinking tea from a pretty tea cup just looking amused. Funny how he doesn't drink often but owns a bar.

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Niko was usually more into rock, really, but he still liked other music and the promise of a quiet place to lounge and drink that wouldn't end in a bar fight was very appealing. He actually dressed up for it, too. He didn't really know why. Since he had lost Kate, he had pretty much decided that he was poison for any sort of relationship. Still, he was a man and while it would take a lot for him to find someone attractive again, he decided to hazard the chance he might find a girl worth taking home.

The red fur coat in contrast to the black suit caught his attention. Enough that curiosity led him to sit beside Dorian at the bar. Niko was wearing his slate suit with a turtleneck. He was dimly aware that it made him look exceptionally "hitman", but it wasn't something that he cared all that much about. It was cut to suit his build, and for once wasn't something three times too large.

"Well, you have to admit, it adds an extra dash of color to the place..."

When the other man came over and sat beside him Dorian's grin just widened a bit as he took a drink of his tea. He was just a touch too pale and to any with supernatural senses it is clear his heart does not beat but he fakes breathing and does his best to appear alive. To play the Masquerade for awhile yet. Just more loose with the rules.

"Yes, and that is the point." He mused some looking over Nico, there was a man in Dorian's past, one he nearly embraced named Micheal who had been a hitman. Dorian wasn't even thinking it of this new man but he did dress the way Michael randomly did. "My name's Dorian, I am the owner of this humble place. And you, sir?"

"Niko Bellic." He shifted to rest his arm against the bar, having a look around to see who Dorian's sort of clientelle were so far. The atmosphere looked like it'd be pretty good to meet with some people at. And the music was loud enough that one had to be relatively close to someone for conversation.

Though a vampire? A vampire he didn't yet suspect. His accent betrayed him as a man from the Balkans and anyone worth their salt that grew up in the Balkan countryside knew vampire stories. Of course, they were less intense once humans became each other's worst enemy there, but he did remember the ones that his mother told him when he was little. The military took the belief in such things (and anything fantastic, good or bad) right out of him. Dead people stayed dead.

But here he was around aliens, around people that could "heal", perform spells, and it never occurred to him that this man might be anything else but his own breed.

"A name like that feels nearly Russian." He mused some before adding. "Forgive me, I do not even know if you are from my world. I am always curious of names and their meanings, Mr. Bellic." he explained with a grin and a shrug.

"Might I ask your thoughts on the place." He motioned out around them. Mostly he liked the guys accent and wanted to hear him speak more and he was always curious of other people.

"Serb, actually. I'm from the Balkans." But it was Slavic, at least. "I don't know if you're from mine, either. I've mostly met people that have places like New York, or are from post apocalyptic wastelands. But if you have Balkans, then maybe they are not unlike the ones I grew up in."

He ordered a drink, predictably a vodka, and just shrugged with shoulders that carried an invisible weight on them.

"Not bad, so far. I'm trying not to get my hopes up too high." Last time, how he felt in Liberty City? He had been counting on Roman's bullshit stories not to be filled with nonsense.

"....I do believe I have heard of it yes, I am American, our school system has never been great." It sounded passable. "It could also be our worlds are shadows of one another, same places but different timelines, like in the Twilight Zone." He spoke with an amused smile. "I was born in a small town just an hour outside of New York city. Have you ever heard of Sleepy Hollow?"

Vokda, charming. Dorian was easily amused tonight. He's likely stoned but with him you can never tell.

"Ahh, yes I understand that feeling. I can say I have been here a couple weeks and so far the glimmer has not wore off."

Sadly Niko was extremely predictable on that note. And he half-smiled at that. "It's fine. My country is very hard to keep up with. Serbs, Croats, Bosniaks. Yugoslavia means all Slavs one. But we fucked it up and now geography books around the world have suffered because of our careless disregard for one another."

He could be a little bitter, certainly, but cynical humor seemed to go well with the region.

"Sleepy Hollow, though. No, this is one I've never heard of. Maybe we have similar place where I'm from with a different name." He accepted his vodka when it came and threw back his drink.

"That is a shame, history does so often mess everything up though. Watching the world change the victor always writes the tales which means half is always a shaded view." He spoke with a nod "Tell me if you would, of your home. I never left America before coming here. So I missed much of the world and I am always curious of other places."

"Most have only heard of it from a story written years ago, so do not worry. IT is a very small place." He explained smiling all the same. "Even in my world it has two names, it is truly called Tarrytown, but since the book was written everyone calls it Sleepy Hollow."

"Before it went to shit?"

The hard edge ebbed from his tone, though, as he thought back. His father had been horrible, but he'd loved his village. He loved his mother and his aunt. He had a good brother. His friends were his support in tough times.

"It was home. It was cold, up in the Balkan mountains. When I was very young we had only plumbing, but not electricity. We were farmers, and we had a rich cultural heritage. We had ceremonies for everything, every holiday.

"I don't think any good books are written about us. Nikola Tesla- he is also a Serb, like me. Actually my name is also Nikola, but everyone calls me Niko."

"Yes, please." He replied grinning a bit too much. Dorian's eyes went wide. "Oh yes! I know who Telsa is! No better man to be named after." ...opps, he said is not was. Yep in his world someone embraced Tesla and made him a vampire. A mind like that, they had to, granted he was in a clan Dorian would never speak with unless with his uncle.

"We had neither when I was a boy, so I do understand. though I always feel that such things are not needed for good memories."

He didn't think much of it. Nikola Tesla was a hero to the Slavs. Croats and Serbs alike, because he was a man of both peoples as he became a man of America. He was a pride, a great mind that came from their land before the hatred got especially bad. Dead, living, he is a man that exists forever to them. Of course Dorian should say "is".

And besides that, Niko's English wouldn't have clued him in immediately anyway. But he still looked pleased that the name of a national hero was recognized over the brutality of a senseless war. "Well, I don't know if named after. Is a pretty common name. I was just telling a friend here that I had a friend named Dragan. You would think it was an impressive masculine name in English, but is a fairly common men's name that means 'Precious'."

He was also pleased to meet more people that seemed relatively modern, but didn't have all the amenities of modern life growing up- if he only knew.

Narvin wasn't the clubbing type, quite the contrary. But where there were people, there was gossip, rumours, information. So Narvin put on the outfit that the woman at the shop had assured him was "casual"--white button down shirt and black trousers--and lurked in a corner watching the other patrons and listening in to fragments of conversation as they passed. Every once in a while he bought a drink to nurse, just so he would look like he had a reason to be in the bar. He drank as if drowning some bitterness or another, although the alcohol didn't do anything for him and he remained alert.

Dorian had been off doing something or other as he came to the table where Narvin sat and placed down a cup. A cup of hot herbal tea. "You look out of your element. Recently single?" He inquired information most might view as rude but he was forever curious of people and he had fantastic hearing so if Narvin had the timelords double hearts, he could hear them both pumping being this close.

"My name's Dorian, I own this place." He spoke before being asked, as people usually ask.

"Eternally single, more like." As measured by centuries. He didn't talk about his private life often.

"I don't socialize much." That was safe enough to say. It was the truth.

"Ahh, I see. Now the question is. By choice or by situation?" Dorian inquired curiously and just went on and pulled a chair out dropping in it to sit and look at Narvin. Dorian himself was pretty much always single by his own choice. He was pretty bad at keeping a womans interest.

"Well, we simply must change that, unless you are happy alone then by all rights do continue."

He shrugged. "A bit of both, I suppose. I'm dedicated to my work and it isn't terribly conducive to relationships. Nor is my personality, I'm given to understand."

He didn't think about the state of his personal life (or lack thereof) in terms of happy or unhappy. It just was. He viewed singleness as a basic inevitability and so didn't spent much time thinking about alternatives. He might as well ponder what life would be like if he'd been loomed a Prydonian from the House of Lungbarrow instead of a Patrex from the House Zdyllara. His life just didn't happen that way so, he judged, why think about it.

"Ahh, yes I can understand that." he nodded softly. "I was much the same when I was a younger man." Granted, he only looks about 27. He smiled all the same and thought about it a moment.

"Might I inquire then, what this occupation is? That would enthrall one so?"

"Technician."

It was true that he'd once been a technician...five hundred years ago. But it seemed more sensible to introduce himself as such than to announce that he was a professional spy. Besides, here, working in the research lab, he was more technician than spy anyway. Why, he hadn't hacked a single computer or tapped a communicator line in months!

But it wasn't the sort of job that on face value sounded enthralling. So he added:

"I like code and electrical engineering. A lot."

Dorian nodded some and looked a bit sheepish. "It is all alien to me. I can barely work my old television." Which was true. Narvin might blow a gasket if he ever saw Dorian's idea of turning off the computer. He is technologically impaired.

"You must be very smart."

Narvin preened. He was not immune to strokes to the ego, far from it.

"Top of my class at the Academy, triple first." He takes a sip of his drink. "And what about you. Have you always been a club owner?"

Braska hasn't been used to going out and doing things for fun during the night for... years. Years and years. Not since he was a boy, sneaking out of the temple with his peers for the thrill. But he heard tell of a bar, a bar that featured music, and he realized that there is nothing holding him back. There is no reason for him not to go.

It's the point of being here, he reminds himself. Seeing new sights. Exploring! Learning new things. He leaves his summoner's and white mage robes behind and instead leaves his little home dressed in simple robes to have himself a little adventure.

The music is like nothing he's ever heard. And, certainly, the sights, he expected to be alien, but this -- Braska finds himself wondering if this would be familiar to Jecht, or to even Agent K, with their big machina cities. He doesn't really... know what to do with himself. He ends up gravitating to the bar, the only thing truly familiar in the establishment, though he doesn't even try to attract the bartender's attention yet. He's too busy staring around, trying to take everything in, everything, while not really knowing where to put his eyes at the same time.

As such, it takes him an embarrassingly long moment to realize that he's just plopped himself down next to another man. He tears his eyes away from the lights and the stage to offer him an admittedly sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry," he says, trying to speak over the music, "Was this seat taken?"

When the other spoke to Dorian the song seemed to switch itself To an old classic One of Dorian's favorites, even if it wasn't blues he did love it so. Dorian just grinned at the other.

"Oh no, not at all. You must be new to places like these. You look wonderfully spellbound." Dorian spoke with playful amusement lacing his tone. He loved seeing new people it was always such fun. The green eyes of the vampire looked the other over. He could dig the black on gold look.

Compared to his summoner robes, these don't mask his form, making him seem smaller to anyone who has seen him in the others. And yet, as simple as these are, Braska is, as always, still wearing his headdress.

"Ah, thank goodness," Braska smiles. "I was worried I'd accidentally been rude." He relaxes, settling into his seat again. His smile changes, shifting from polite to a little shy, of all things, and a little embarrassed, but unmistakably happy all the same. "You're quite correct; I most certainly am." New to places like this, and spellbound. "It's entirely unlike anything I've ever seen."

Dorian stood about six two so with that head dress he seemed just as tall to Dorian. The outfit alone had him fascinated, the man had a nice enough smell that reminded him of summers long LONG gone but not at all unpleasant.

"No no, I am very hard to offend I assure you. If you had I would make sure you knew right there." Dorian smiled all the same and nodded his head a bit. "Worry not, many things do this to me. Shall I show you about?"

Ah, yes. You've uncovered the true reason why Braska wears the headdress, Dorian. It is the only way he can compete with his tall guardians. ~~It's also a good tracking device. "Where'd the summoner go?" "Just look for the white tail his stupid hat. There he is!"~~

"What a relief." By Braska's tone, he's more than a little amused by the idea... And not entirely here in the present, for a moment. He so appreciates straight-forwardness; it's a trait he's always admired. There's a reason it can be found in both Auron and Jecht, even though it frequently led the two to bicker.

He inclines his head politely, but in contrast, his tone is cheerful and casual, "That would be wonderful, thank you. No longer will I have to look at something and wonder, ah, I wonder what that is for?"

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Dorian smiled and nodded some. "I do not believe in dancing around the truth unless it is necessary." He admitted, though when it came to what he was... well that he will lie about a lot.

He chuckled a bit and nodded again. "It is always nice to not have to do that, in fact if you have any questions right now I would be more then happy to answer them!"

There is a part of Braska, deeply buried, that wants to ask, and when would you find it necessary?, but he stifles it further. This is not the time or the place for where thoughts like that come from.

Braska smiles warmly. "Well, ah, these lights -- the ones that make teeth glow." The black lights. "Do they serve another purpose? Or are they there just to be interesting?"

It's not like Wander never spent an evening in a bar during his travels, but money is hard to come by when you don't have a permanent job, and there are plenty of things that had priority over alcohol. Still, this place had too many drinks with unfamiliar names, and he couldn't risk accidently buying something too strong. He stood in front of the counter trying to decipher the menu for ten minutes until he decided that it would be fine to bother the server and human customers with questions.

The little alien climbed onto the nearest stool, using the structural rods as ladder steps, and rested his hands on the counter, which was high enough that Wander couldn't rest his chin on it, but there was no sense in complaining. The man next to him didn't seem like he was preoccupied with anything.

"Excuse me, sir? Hi, I'm not real familiar with all these drinks here; mind if I ask you for some explainin'?" Never hurts to be polite.

My, Dorian had not heard a accent like that since he left Georgia ages ago. A toothy (fangless) grin crossed his features as he placed down the tea cup and turned to look at the bar behind them.

"Why, yes in fact I can, after all I am the owner of this fine place." he spoke in a kind tone. "A lot of these spirits are alien to me and a bit strong for my tastes, but I can tell you about any of the earth spirits." he explained with a soft smile, holding a cool hand down to the other. "My name's Dorian, by the by."

The actual owner of the bar! It was rare to run into the person in charge of a place by chance, and this must have been Wander's lucky day.

"Name's Wander, pleasure to meetcha, Dorian," he tipped his hat up to give Dorian a better view of his face, grinning with the excitement of meeting someone new. He noted the teacup; if this fellow really was the owner, it would make sense that he didn't get too drunk to manage everything. Wander made a mental note that if he couldn't find something safe for him, there was always an alcohol-free option.

"I love what you did with the place! You got a real talent for decoration!" He continued with a sincere tone. "But thanks for offerin' to tell me 'bout the things from Earth, seein' that I never been there m'self."

Dorian liked to mingle with people it helped keep his humanity up and the beast within at bay. It was very easy to find him!

"What a name, I am charmed to meet you as well." He spoke as he grinned a little more and nodded his head in return to the hat tip, FIGURES THE ONE DAY HE DOESN'T WEAR A HAT! Dorian loved hats. They kept his curls at bay.

"It is a mixture of things I have seen over the years I do confess, and the upstairs is quite nice as well." He added before looking to her "Home is a wonderful place despite some of the things happening with it." He started. "Oh that drink, have you ever had wine?"

"There's an upstairs, too?" Wander tried to hid the excitement in his voice. This had to be one of the fanciest bars he's ever been to if the other floors were as nicely decorated as this one!

...He probably should have noticed the multiple floors on his way in, but he was more excited than usual to really pay attention.

Wander took a moment to consider what wine was. "I'm not too sure, but I think I've seen other humans, sorry if my assumption is incorrect, but I do think ya look quite similar to them, drink somethin' called that. That's the one made from fruit, right?" Because despite having so many Earth terms to learn, he swore on his honor as a galactic traveler he would memorize them all. And who else to teach him than from someone whose home planet was Earth?

"Why yes indeed there is!" He spoke with a hint of excitement, he was good about matching the mood of others unless his derangement had a hold of him then he was depressing as hell.

"I was human at a time, yes. And I am quite happy when people see me as nothing more, so to me it is a compliment." He explained as he motioned one of those handing the bar over and ordered a small glass of red wine for Wander, there would be no charge since it was Dorian ordering it. "Yes, most wine is made from a fruit called grapes. Why not give it a try?"

Wander grinned at the other man's apparent excitement. He must try to make Dorian his friend as soon as possible.

"Wine sounds good!" Spirits made from fruits were kind of sweet, so maybe this "wine" was also sweet? "But...you really don' have to do this all for me. I'll pay for it myself."

One thing was still bothering him. "Say, 'bout not bein' human anymore: I never heard of someone changin' species like that."

He would say magic was involved, but from where he was from, the most that magic (or what he assumed to be magic) wasn't powerful enough to do something like change what you were. Blowing things up and disguising yourself, yes, but extreme reality-warping events were usually linked to the environment, not people, unless you were a cosmic entity with the ability to change the fabric of the universe...

"Did some powerful fella do this to you? Make you all humany but not human?"

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