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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.

Comments

[vengeance_driven]

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..."

[timesbureaucrat]

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.

[endsorrow]

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?"

[folkscallmewander]

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.