<> <> (Every night's a big drinking night!) <> <> (Good if you're YOU.) * Rochelle is, as previously said, making absolutely sure those middle-aged men pass out. She's so nice like that. (... Ian can saunter up anytime.) * Ian wanders up from the floors below. He's actually dressed normally, in a dark blue shirt and jeans. (BLASPHEMY!) * Ian catches sight of Rochelle, and blinks for a second, then walks over. "That's right, you work here! Pretty quiet today?" * Rochelle mixes another drink for the pot-bellied, middle aged guy leering at her without so much as an eyeroll. "Hey Ian. Have a seat." Her nails are painted silver, and she's wearing a short, black dress with a silver zipper up the front, fishnet stockings, and black leather boots. * Rochelle sticks the drink in front of him. He should pass out soon. And then she looks at Ian. "Holy shit, what happened to you?" * Ian grins. "A freak normality tornado. I barely survived." Huh. Should figure out how to get you in more of those. <> * Rochelle ignores him. "You can have his seat if you want. He's not gonna wake up for a few hours." * Ian raises an eyebrow, and takes the seat. "Thanks! Huh, that's quite a low tolerance." Nah, he chugged about five other drinks. I think he wife's cheating on him or somethin'. * Rochelle busies herself with cleaning. Oh, dear...that would do it. I've considered tending bar a couple of times, but I don't think I could deal with listening to down-and-out customers every day. Hmm...could I have a Flaming Amigo, please? * Rochelle blinks at Ian, then shrugs to herself and starts grabbing bottles. "You thought 'bout doin' this?" * Ian nods. "Yeah, back when I was younger. I've always loved cooking, mixing, et cetera." * Todd is now known as Threnody * Rochelle pours tequila and vodka in a glass, followed by dropping in a worm. "Oh. So what'd you do instead?" she asks as she grabs the lighter and sets the thing on fire. * Threnody becomes visibly distant on the very edge of the dance floor, if you care to direct your attention that way. He's still dressed punk, and appears to be bumping and grinding to the best of his ability. With... a guy no older than 19 who appears to have dipped himself in vinyl before leaving home. (Wow, that's way in the distance from Floor 4) (Oh. I thought she was downstairs. Ah well. Maybe there's... monitors or something.) * Rochelle tosses the flaming drink into a glass of Red Cuervo and slides it over to Ian. Well, I've done a little backstage theater work, but mostly I'm a writer. A very lucky writer...I manage to do okay without selling out and writing utter garbage. Thanks! (Ha, I'm on the fourth floor where only the middle aged people go. ;P) * Ian consumes some of the drink as soon as it appears to be safe. "...wak." Sure. So... * Rochelle reaches over and smacks Ian, then grabs passed-out-guy's drink and dumps it out. Gah! Yeah, I deserved that. * Ian blinks. "This is really good!" * Rochelle shrugs and leans against the back counter, wiping out the glass. "'s just a recipe." * Ian shrugs and consumes some more. :9 So what do ya write? Mostly novels, and most of them are set in a world that's a lot like the late 20th century. Not smash hits, but a lot of people seem to like them...I think Kat actually owns a couple. * Threnody stops between songs, and appears to have an animated conversation with Mr. Vinyl that sort of continues in a series of retreats and assaults that eventually ends with Thren ducking behind a very large woman in ill-fitting clothing and then fleeing for the stairs for his life. (*snicker*) (Save me, Sailor Bubba!) Really? Maybe I'll try to read one sometime. * Ian grins. "Thanks - let me know what you think, if you do." (Too much penguin, not enough cowbell.) * Threnody rounds the stairs to the fourth floor in short order, out of breath, sweaty, and wearing a tight grey t-shirt with "BOY TOY" stenciled on it in black-outlined white over what appear to be purple suede pants with fringed bottoms. If I do, it'd be a miracle I got through anything in the first place. So, uh... I'll say it's good right now, 'cause other people want to read it. (Apparently, the part of Ian will be played by Thren Renard tonight.) * Ian smiles. "Thanks. Yeah, I'm generally happy with them, which is unusual for a writer. After spending a couple of months with a few hundred pages of their own stuff, most people come to hate them." * Rochelle looks over to Threnody and waves. * Ian looks over his shoulder, and then waves also. I bet. Need to think of something else, right? * Ian nods. (Wow. Unflappable Ian. You do know Thren's hair is violet now, right?) (You do know Ian wears squid costumes, right?) (Just making sure.) (..Touche.) (You guys were meant for each other!) (God, I hope not.) * Threnody blinks at the 'sound' of his 'name', so to speak, and walks over to the bar with a wave, smiling. "Oh, hello... I didn't know you were working up here, Miss Rochelle." Nowhere else for me to work. Not done training yet, and most people that come up here don't care if I mess up. * Ian nods. "Seems like you're doing well so far." * Threnody looks down at the ground. "...you could say that." He looks to Ian and smiles. "Can I have a seat? I was just exploring homosexuality and it's tired me out." I guess so. * Rochelle blinks at Threnody, then snickers. * Ian nods, and moves over. "Sure thing. Ah, that's always stressful." <> * Threnody slips onto the stool next to Ian's provided it's not occupied. "Thank you." * Ian smiles. "Sure." And peers at Thren's hair. "That works really well...what did you use?" * Rochelle eyes the "regulars". <> * Threnody says, unblinkingly, "Money. Can I have something sweet, please? You can decide." * Rochelle gets to mixing more drinks. "Yeah, sure, gimme a sec." She seems perfectly fine with them going back to drunken stupors, since that's the first thing she takes care of. * Ian nods. "Was wondering, since I worked as a costumer for a while." * Ian has some more alcohol. Alcohol, your friend and mine. It's what's for dinner. * Threnody leans back in his stool a bit. "I wish I had more than my mother's probably unrealistic stories about subcultures to go on, trying to work on this new 'image'. She mentioned something about careless bisexuals and alcohol going together, so..." ( Thren is insane. ) (But it's an insane that doesn't revolve around dressing up like squid.) * Ian hmms, and shrugs. <> ( Well, yeah. ) ( Cham, I hate you too. ) * Rochelle grabs a glass and puts in some ice, followed by vodka and a few of what might be fruit drinks, though it's hard to tell. She, amazingly, does *not* spill upon hearing Threnody's story. Uh, yeah. Careless anyone and alcohol goes together. * Ian nods. "That sounds about right." * Rochelle mixes the thing and puts it in front of Threnody. He's so weird. * Threnody smiles. "Thank you." He sips, makes... as little of a face as possible, then sets it down. "So I found someone with the right, uh... disposition and spent the evening partying with him. I just don't think I was ready for what he asked for after that last song, though." Oh, dear. I take it he wasn't amenable to taking things slow. * Rochelle leans on the counter. This should be good. "What'd he want? And I didn't screw up your drink, did I?" * Threnody shakes his head. "No, I'm just still not used to alcohol. And you don't need to be a telepath to guess the intentions of someone wearing skintight vinyl." * Rochelle wanders over to one of the drunken stupor-ed customers and grabs his glass. "So what'd ya do?" * Threnody blinks confusedly for a moment, then holds his drink with both hands and smiles, eyes closed. "I ran like hell." There's a pause, and he opens one eye. "Did I get the lingo right?" * Ian grins. "You certainly did." * Rochelle claps. * Threnody sips his drink with both hands. "It might have been something I'd have been willing to try given proper preparation and all that. Maybe." He sips the drink and frowns. "People can seem very unattractive when you know what they're thinking, though. He had some very inappropriate questions." * Ian nods gravely. They're not so inappropriate if they're not goin' out of your mouth, though. Usually. I mean, it's not like a lot of people watch what they think. * Rochelle grabs the glass and starts cleaning it. * Threnody looks confused again, shutting his eyes, then opens them and says with far too much deliberation and in his distinctly Earther accent, "If the bastard had asked how long my dick was on the first date, I'd have kicked his ass!" Another pause, another sip, another smile. "This is really quite liberating!" * Ian grins. "Just make sure to drink plenty of water to go with it. Dehydration isn't fun." (This is quite possibly the strangest RP session I have ever pa..wait, I play Gideon with Gwen. Nevermind.) (Mutter. Cham's beep made me hit the wrong button trying to see it and I use Pine.) (You do that way too much.) (It was Calc.) ( Thren and Deme are so secret siblings. ) (...which means Thren's a robot too! A PSYCHIC robot! ) (c.c;) * Rochelle snickers and thoughtfully pours Thren a glass of water. (...) (I love Thren's sessions. They're comedy in a ditzy little glass.) * Threnody looks at Ian, then at Roch, and then sets the drink down and picks up the water. "Did I really just say that whole sentence?" Yup. Congrats. * Threnody sips. "I'm not totally sure I know what some of it even meant." Yes. It's okay, though. We understand. * Rochelle stares at him for a second, then shakes her head. If you drink more, you'll get a better head for it...but the problem is that there's a fine line between that and needing the stuff all the time. * Threnody sighs. "I don't get drunk, or at least I strenuously avoid it. Not out of moral objection, just..." He knits his brow. "For me, not such a good idea. Let's leave it at that." (And Kat dances on it with a cane and a top hat!) * Ian nods. ( I just thought y'all would like to know: Pepperoni and mozz nachos == success. I am indeed a SUPERGENIUS. ) * Threnody smiles at Ian. "What brings you here, anyway?" (Children of the COrn, indeed.) (That sounds really good. I'm jealous.) (I want taco meat now. Damnit.) (Yuck. Taco meat.) ( XD XD XD ) Eh, I needed to get away from writing for a while. I enjoy it, but it gets old after the first few hours. ( :9 ) ( Pepperoni is suitable for almost any snack. ) * Threnody ohs. "Are you working on a new book?" * Ian nods. "Almost always. I usually have a lot of ideas running at a time, and work a little on each of them until one seems to be promising." * Vera walks up the stairs, with hat and all. "Yo. Lots of people here, eh?" * Ian waves. "Hi, Vera. Yeah, it's getting busier." * Demetreia follows Vera a little meekly, still kind of nervy around all the people. * Ian waves to Deme, too. * Demetreia waves at everyone. * Threnody smiles and waves and continues to look punky in a thin dork sort of way. (I hear Momo's does really good electrolyte and tonic, Deme. ^_^) * Demetreia doubletakes at Thren's new look. * Rochelle looks up from the glass she's cleaning. "The hell? Next thing you know, Roy'll be here, and he can't even buy me a drink." * Ian grins. * Demetreia then kind-of shrugs, finding a seat. (Ian's looking all normal. The freak. >.>) (^_^) (Keeps you all on your toes, that's what.) <> Yeah, speaking of a drink, how 'bout it? ( Hasn't put the finishing touches on the wombat costume yet. ) (Badger badger badger badger...) ( Yes! Badger costume, dancing, at Momo's! ) ( I win! Wow, DunnoClue's easy! ) * Threnody ehes at Demetreia distractedly. "I wanted to be a little incognito going back to Earth, so I'm trying a new, uh..." He pauses. "I don't know what the word would be. I'd say 'lifestyle', but..." Persona? * Rochelle slides another drink to a 'regular' to help with the passed out part. "What do ya want, Vera?" Gimme a martini. With an olive. And one of those mini-umbrellas. * Rochelle grabs the gin and vermouth. "Only one umbrella?" * Threnody nods at Ian happily. Like he was playing Taboo or something. "Persona! It's a good word. I'd expect that from a writer." * Ian grins. "Thanks - I do try." Yeah. I'm not a heavy drinker. (Umbrellas have high alcoholic content, you know!) ( The more umbrellas you have, the more badass you are. ) * Rochelle doesn't bother asking what umbrellas have to do with drinking, instead mixing Vera's martini without any trouble. She plunks the olive and umbrella in, setting it in front of her. * Vera takes a sip, and hopefully doesn't fall over dead. * Threnody decides he's had enough water and picks up his mug of Rochelle Surprise again, looking at Vera over the rim of the glass. "What brings you two here tonight?" (I hope I didn't actually give him a mug.) (Glass, whatever. I picked ) (Mug's funny. I shall go with it. ^^_ * Vera doesn't fall over dead! "In the neighborhood." Hey, this ain't bad, kid. * Ian nodnods. * Threnody nods at his own drink. "Mine too... but, can I ask what's IN it?" ( 'Couple fish eyes. ) ( The usual. Eye of newt, tongue of frog. ) ( Testicle of lion. ) ( Wait, I didn't say that. ) Vodka and orange, mango, and strawberry. It's sweet enough, right? (What'd you say?) (Braincell of Ian. Now you have mad dunnocow disease!) ( I didn't say nothing! ) * Threnody ahs and sips again. "Very. Is it your own creation?" * Rochelle shrugs. "Kinda. It's a bad idea to completely make stuff up if I'm just starting." * Vera snickers. "I dunno, Ian might appreciate a wine made of ground squid tentacle." * Ian thinks for a second. "I don't think that would work. As an additive, maybe." * Demetreia watches and listens quietly. We might have some of those somewhere around here. * Threnody hmms, knits his brow a second, then coughs lightly. "Mr. Savolino, do you mind a strange question?" Hmm? Not at all. * Threnody smiles abstractly. "Um... just from what I've heard and all... what's with the costumes?" (Distractedly.) (Not abstractly. God, I'm tired.) * Ian laughs. "You're the first person in a while to ask me that seriously, actually." The rest of us we content with being amused by it. And cookies. * Rochelle wanders off to serve another customer. It's an eccentricity, I guess. I love costuming, and worked in it for a little while. I can't handle the stress of working for an actual production, though I do help out the actors in my family from time to time...so, the only opportunity I have is to wear them randomly. * Threnody shakes his head. "It's not a judgement. I'm in a 'costume' of my own at the moment. I'm just curious." And on a sillier note, I consider it a public service. I help keep peoples' minds flexible. * Threnody laughs and indicates his drink. "A bit like alcohol." (That's what every intellectual lunatic says, Ian.) * Ian grins. "True. Without the side effects, though." * Rochelle comes back, depositing more empty glasses. "I'm doing a public service? Huh." (And they're right. ^_-) Too much flexibility can be dangerous, though. Say...mixing an octopus costume, alcohol, and juggling. That would be bad. There's only a side-effect if you have too much. * Ian nods. * Threnody mmms thoughtfully, gazing into his fruity, fruity drink. He then winces. "...he's on the third floor looking for me. He's definitely persis... oooh! I'd give him such a smack for saying that out loud!" * Demetreia blinks at Thren. Oh, dear... * Rochelle bites her lip to keep from laughing. "You can, uh, pretend you're going out with Vera or something." She could kick his ass. (*dies laughing*) (*also dies laughing*) * Threnody glances at Vera quizically. ...I do not understand. Could Threnody not, er, "kick his ass" himself? Er.... A bit too... I don't think so. (Or I could try the truth. "Despite my cheerful and innocent demeanor, I used you and then threw you away.") (Do it. Rochelle approves.) ( That would be so fun. Do it do it now. ) * Threnody ehes, and tries not to look too disappointed. "You don't like me very much, do you?" He smiles. "It's alright." (Truth is good.) (For it to work, someone would have to be NPCing Vinyl Lad, and I dunno that I have the stamina for Cham to be doing thus.) * Ian looks like he's thinking. (I could do it! *cough*) * Vera sips her martini. "'S nothing personal." * Threnody blinks. "I would think by the very definition it's something personal." He looks back at the bar and goes back to drinking water. "It's fine. You wouldn't be the first and you're not the last." (Ask Cham in /msg so you know he's paying attention! ;P) (I am here! But it's his stamina and not mine in question.) (I am a stallion of power and caffiene.) (You're just not gay enough.) (This, too, is true.) (I think that's a challenge.) (If CF were here, maybe. But alone, you're just not gay enough.) ( Cham: A *mighty* stallion. ) ("And Chris, my choreographer!") (*snerk* "Hi there!") You're a kid, kid. Bit too young, y'think? (Last, and least, our lightning designer, Chako Markewitz.) (-n) (*falls over*) (... Excellent.) * Threnody smiles a little. "I'm 21, actually. But I don't know how old you are, so it's not exactly proving you wrong." (*snerk* Actually, has he EVER mentioned his actual age to any of the PCs? You have to wonder.) ( He has now :P ) (Point.) Mmm... You don't look it. * Threnody nods. "You're right there. I take after my father in that respect." (Isis liked 'em young lookin'.) (Ian has a plan if the guy does come up here. ^_^) (Well, he was really int... myaa.) <> "Darling! THERE you are!" <> "Did you stop to get some others for our play date?" * Threnody freezes. Absolutely, totally freezes. * Demetreia gives Vinyl Boy a spooked look. * Ian turns on his barstool. He's suddenly carrying himself quite a bit differently. ... You gotta be kidding me. ( You're the one wearing the Boy Toy shirt.) (Shut up!) * Rochelle looks at the guy, then Thren, then shrugs. * Ian raises an eyebrow, looking a bit irritated. But just a bit. "Just...what are your intentions toward my son, young man?" ( I knew it! ) ( I knew it I knew it I knew it! ) (^_^) * Threnody comes out of his state of shock by actually spittaking. * Rochelle refills Thren's water. (He's got the age. Barely.) (Yeah, barely.) <> "Well, it's all good, I just.. whoah." <> (Well, Ian's in his late 30's and I look 16...) * Vera has to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. ("He asked me to count to 30. I made it to 'Whuh.') * Threnody turns to look, somewhat, at Ian. %% I'm grateful, Mr. Savolino, but... how about some warning, next time?" %% * Ian keeps a polite but careful eye on him, eyebrow quirked. <> "Well, shir... I intended to.. to take him out to a cheap hotel, and ..." <> "To screw him brainless! Yesss, that was it!" <> (CAD!) %% Yeah, sorry about that. ^_^; %% I see. * Demetreia 's eyes and mouth widen in shock as she continues to stare at Sir Vinyl of Pervert. * Ian looks to Thren. "And your thoughts on the matter?" he says, a bit icily. * Threnody twitches, faintly, then sets down his water and very carefully turns his stool to the poor bastard. "Um..." He looks at Ian. "Um..." He looks back at Vinyl Lad. "Um..." Is he acting? Who can tell? <> "Aw, come ON.... we was havin' such a good time!" * Rochelle busies herself mixing a drink. Anyone paying any attention would notice she's using sleythin liquor. "Bartender! A drink fer me an my fu.." <> "... my DATE!" Would anyone mind if I bashed this guy over the head with something? * Ian *looks* at Vinyl Lad's shoulder, where he is leaning on Thren. It's a significant look. "Past tense." (DUN DUN DUN!) Already on it. * Demetreia looks like she wants to disagree with Vera, but then looks at the guy again and keeps quiet. * Threnody can't help but steady the poor guy a little, slipping off his stool to do so, and patting him on the back. "I know. I really did have an interesting time. But in the end you were really just a way for me to do some research on subculutral norms. I hope you're not offended." He smiles. "Can I buy you a drink?" * Rochelle finishes and hands it to the vinyl guy. It looks downright toxic. "Here ya go. On the house." <> "Yesh! A drink!" <> * Ian grins. "Well done. Sorry about that, Thren...I thought it would work." * Threnody steps back a bit, and after a moment, concedes, "Truthfully, I liked Vera's suggestion best." * Rochelle grabs the drink before that hits the floor, too. "Cause you won't be awake enough to pay for it anyway. Moron." She tosses out the rest. I guess that works. But now we gotta put up with his sorry carcass littering the floor. * Demetreia gets up and toes the guy. * Demetreia actually ends up toeing the guy right upu to the edge of the stairs and leaving him there. ...that works. Thanks, Deme. * Threnody blinks, then sits down and picks up the water again. "Thank you, everyone. I feel sort of bad, though... I mean, I did lead him on. In a way." Yeah, thanks. * Demetreia sits back down and looks at everyone. "You are welcome?" (There we go. Deme can be my bouncer.) <> "More than usual tonight. You goin' fer a record?" (She'll have a job, too!) * Ian nods. "No problem. You did...but that was still way, way too forward of him." (Yay! Harty!) * Rochelle shrugs. "It's the fourth floor. What else can I shoot for?" <> "Did you at least get them to pay?" ( Deme don't need a job. She has steady income! ) Everyone except that guy. ( Although that'd be fun. ) * Rochelle points at Mr. Vinyl. (You can't bounce if you can't hit them. c.c;) ( She can shove them politely! ) * Threnody blinks at Harty, then sets down his glass and frantically searches for something until he produces a credchip out of a pocket that probably was only large enough to HOLD a credchip. "If you don't mind, can you call him a cab? He was obnixous and drunk and more than a little oversexed, but I feel responsible." * Rochelle rolls her eyes. "Good. I'll make sure he skips across the road.... oh. A cab?" <> "That's no fun. But yer the customer." <> * Ian grins. "That's good of you." * Threnody blushes faintly and picks his drink up again. "I have to trust that tomorrow he'll wake up regretful and change just a little bit." He sips, and after a moment, adds, "If not, next time I see him I'll knock him out myself." * Ian nods. He probably won't remember. (If he wakes UP.) (Truly. Jesus, Roch. Anything Goes school of Martial Arts Bartending.) (He just drank the equivalent of boiler grease.) You're assuming he'll even remember what happened. (Yeah, at this point, if he stays within one standard deviation of his former IQ he's doing good.) (He annoyed me.) * Threnody shrugs. "If he doesn't, it's his own misfortune. Change has to come from within. Otherwise, it comes from without whether you like it or not." (...wow. That was a very Isis moment.) ( Like mother... ) * Ian raises an eyebrow at this, and then nods. .... So... it has to come from one place... unless it doesn't. * Threnody blinks, then knits his brow. "You're right. It doesn't really map out if you put it that way." (And then, sometimes not.) (Hehe.) <> * Threnody breathes out, actually chugs a bit of his drink, and pouts. "I don't really want to go back to Earth." Is it...a bad place? * Threnody knits his brow. "Not... really. It's no better or worse than Mars." Sounds kinda boring. ( "We're at the bad place! We don't like the bad place!" ) * Threnody mms faintly. "It can be. It's an example of what people with too much free time tend to end up like." * Ian nods. "That's what I've heard..." * Threnody blinks. "I thought you were from Earth, Mr. Savolino. Was I wrong?" * Ian smiles. "Nope, I'm from here. I did learn Earthese, but I've never been there." * Threnody ohs, sipping his drink again. "Who'd ever think a human from Earth would feel like an alien..." ( *is playing an alien right now* I'm so confused. @_@ ) * Rochelle sets her glass aside and starts cleaning another one. She shrugs. * Ian shrugs, too. "The old saying 'it's a small world' doesn't hold true any more." * Threnody laughs a little. "You're talking to someone who lived among the Sleythin for a year. Believe me, I understand." * Ian raises an eyebrow. "That's pretty impressive...how was it?" * Threnody pauses a moment, tracing a finger around the rim of his glass. "Quiet, actually. They're a very relaxed, easy-going race. Coming back was a bit of a shock." * Demetreia listens curiously. * Ian nods. "I can imagine..." Hmmm... Can't begin to imagine it Sure you can. Just figure a whole city of Leos, only they're bigger with lotsa legs. .... Do they all change color? * Threnody laughs at that image. "That's surprisingly accurate. But as an added bonus, make the city really humid." * Rochelle wrinkles her nose. Ew. * Threnody chuckles. "You get to used to it after a while." * Vera shrugs. "I suppose." * Threnody finishes his drink and sets the glass on the table, looking thoughtful for a moment, then standing up. "I hate to say it, but this shirt is killing me. I think I'm going to go home, change, and get some sleep." Sure. Bye Thren. * Ian nods. "'night!" See ya 'round. * Demetreia stands up. "I believe I will go too..." * Demetreia waves awkwardly at everyone and leaves with Thren. * Ian gets up, too, and waves to Roch and Vera. "The exodus, I guess. Sleep sounds like a good idea." * Threnody smiles and waves. "A pleasure seeing you all." And then he and his scary, scary shirt are gone. <>