the_last_resort

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.

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