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Jul. 7th, 2007 @ 09:41 pm
royal_sitter
Darres was slumped in one of the booths at the club. Contrary to his usual practices, he had a bottle of something alcoholic and a glass sitting in front of him. From the look of him, he'd been hitting it fairly hard, too. Sir Keld would doubtless disapprove, but frankly, Darres was at the end of his rope. He had talked to people, confirmed schedules, timed things carefully. For all the good it did him.

"Dammit, I know she's running off somewhere out here at times. Not that I can prove it. Time runs so funny here I'm surprised she hasn't come back before she left on any of her escapades. Can't tell anyone, they'd think I was crazy. Maybe I AM crazy, for even entertaining the idea that I can actually be an effective bodyguard anymore."

He grimaced and refilled his cup, drinking from it. He continued muttering to himself. "Hell, maybe she's right and she doesn't even NEED a bodyguard out here. And I've had more to drink than I thought if I'm willing to consider that."
Current Mood: frustratedfrustrated

Jul. 6th, 2007 @ 04:30 pm
teena_chan
Flop on stool. Sprawl out on bartop. Gesture to bartender.

"You look like a few miles of unterraformed planet," Spike observes, wandering down with the glass he was cleaning. Teena tilts her head up a little to scowl at him, and he shrugs.

"Alcohol."

"You don't look in any shape for it."

"Alcohol before I snuff your star out my damn self."

"How can I refuse such a friendly request?" Spike snorts, putting the glass down in front of her and filling it with something blue. Teena sits up and flicks a hand at the sound system, 'You Oughta Know' beginning to blare from the speakers in answer.

"Little cranky tonight, I see," he notes, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and shaking one out. Teena reaches over and swipes one from the pack, then lights up for herself and him. Spike slides an ashtray down to sit between them.

"Just a little. I could use a smoke, a drink, and a good fuck, but I'll have to settle for the first two."

Spike waggles his eyebrows with a exaggeratedly lecherous grin. "I'd do you."

"Please. You work for me. That's just wrong. And I'm still taken."

Time of alcohol is now. She really doubts anyone will join her, but what the hell.
Current Mood: drunkboozing

Feb. 15th, 2007 @ 06:21 am
lone_mannequin
This place is considerably more crowded than Toki would like, but he's not going to complain about it right now. As soon as he gets to an empty seat at the bar he sits and orders a beer from the bartender.

Mod Post Aug. 2nd, 2006 @ 12:37 pm
author_kun
((Okay, I went and updated the list of characters which was in pretty sad shape. I think it's all up to date now. I'll try to keep the dang thing updated better... Sorry!

As always, feel free to post and bring in some fresh meat new characters, if it strikes your fancy. All you anime pups out there, we love ya! That is all. :D))

Has anybody seen my kitty? Jul. 17th, 2006 @ 02:54 am
royal_brat
Ishtar doesn't flounce in cheerfully, or stalk in annoyed, as she often does. She looks worried today, and wastes no time in asking around to see if anyone's seen Duzell lately. No, not her bodyguard - he'll be along soon - the kitty cat.

Unfortunately she's not having much luck. No one's seen him since she was here last.

She sighs heavily and flops down into a seat at the bar, completely disregarding how unprincessly it looks. She only just bothers to make sure that her dress doesn't end up falling the wrong way so that she ends up looking indecent.

"Can I have a coke with some rum in it?" She asks the bartender, managing a cute smile despite how depressed she's feeling. Whaat, so she's fifteen, does anybody here know that? Or care? She's almost sixteen, anyway, come on.
Current Mood: worriedworried
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» (No Subject)
Sanzo's back at the club. It's been a while since he was last here. He's been busy, actually, as odd as that sounds. He distinctly remembers things being very quiet and boring for a while, but then he met Hakkai. And Gojyo. And Goku. There went the silence.

But as much as he complained about that, he'd been almost relieved to have them around him again. Things just didn't seem right without them around, as annoying as they could be, and the boredom, along with the Nexus, would have quickly driven him... not quite insane, insofar as he was sane to begin with, but he would have started revisiting some very bad habits.

He's picked out a table as far away from everybody else as he can possibly manage, and has been drinking for half of the night. It's mostly been beer, though he's started on sake.

Most of the people at the club learned long ago to avoid the pretty, blond, and trigger-happy priest. Even those who don't know him are staying away from him tonight.

He's not yelling at anyone who gets too loud. He's not even scowling, really, which is probably enough in itself to set off alarms with people who know him. He looks as if his mind is elsewhere. It's something about that look in his eyes that might be called disturbing, although it's difficult to explain why. It's not exactly the usual 'Screw with me and you die, asshole' sort of thing.
» Another Visitor
Kurama had spent a while watching the club from the outside. It was certainly the right place, judging by the people that he'd seen going in, and it matched the description that he'd been given.

He'd also noted that there was a muscular blond man at the door who made a point of flirting with every pretty woman who came through the door. Kurama, having been mistaken for a pretty girl more than once, decided to slip in quietly under the man's nose, therefore avoiding any small-talk.

It wasn't that Kurama minded so much. He wasn't unused to flirting, and he tended to do a little himself, at least when he was in his other form, but... It probably wasn't wise to encourage animosity between Hiei and the club's staff.

The club was not the easiest place that he'd ever snuck into, but it wasn't the hardest, either. He doubted that anyone would mind, since he had been invited here anyway. So what if he let himself in through the back door?

Once inside he looked around idly. Though his gaze was seemingly casual enough, he didn't miss much.

Old habits do die hard, after all. Kurama has always been and still is a cautious, calculating sort.
» Just outside the Club
The demons had been a little confused about that whole weird shiny portal thing. The boss hadn't mentioned any of that when he sent them to find Sanzo's party. But it didn't take them long to recover. After all, here was what looked like a bar, and that's what they'd been told to look for.

"Genjo Sanzo! We know you're in there!" The one in charge bellowed again. Alright, so they didn't know if he was really in there at all, but don't bother them with logic like that.

These weren't the most pitiful demons that the group had come across, but they weren't the most powerful, either. It was hard to say how many there were, exactly, since it was dark and several of them were still lurking in the shadows further behind the foremost members.
» (No Subject)
Subaru wasn't entirely sure how he'd gotten here. He had just sort of wandered around the bar district until he'd seen an alley that seemed out of place somehow. There was the door, and here was the club, and here was he. Why he was in the bar district in the first place... Well, that was Fuuma's fault. The Dark Kamui had, for God only knew what reason, decided to take it upon himself to 'force Subaru to at least pretend to have some semblance of a life'.

That seemed to basically translate to harassing him relentlessly until he promised to go out and do something other than kill people, angst, and smoke. And he couldn't get out of it, because the damn Tree agreed with Fuuma and wouldn't leave him alone now.

So fine. He would drink, angst, and smoke.

As Subaru walked in, the background music changed.

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you

Since you've gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby baby please


He winced and headed for the bar.
» He's Grumpy.
Sanzo, for some reason unknown to anyone other than himself, decided to do his drinking down at the bar tonight instead of in his room. He was sitting alone at one of the tables with a generous supply of cigarettes on one side and an ashtray on the other. In between was a mug of beer which had been refilled four or five times already and he hadn't even been here for more than fifteen minutes or so.

He hadn't heard someone say "I'm hungry" for at least three days. No one had tried to kill him in weeks. He was almost expecting the whole universe to fall apart any moment now from the sheer improbability of it all.
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