party post } { drinks are on me

[bravebartender]

So the thing about wishing for home and accidentally winding up with your place of employment is that that employment can now transfer to Teleios. Cami's had Rousseau's for about six months now, and she's managed to change it into the place that Sophie and Jane Anne loved to something that's a little more something of Teleios, even if she kept a lot of the New Orleans flair. It's something she couldn't bring herself to take away, that memory of home, even if she's far, far away.

The upper floors have been modified into a small loft for her and Hope, something simple and comfortable that's currently loaded with baby toys because when you're being spoiled by your Aunt Cami, you can never have too many. She still doesn't know why Hope came with her when she was brought into Teleios, but she is going to do everything in her power to keep her safe until Klaus our Hayley get here. It's not much power, given the measly human of it all, but that's why she hires attractive, strapping supernatural gentlemen to do her dirty work for her.

Currently she's behind the bar, with Hope in her playpen that she worked in there, just so she can keep an eye on her. She's more than willing to pour you a drink, listen to your troubles and woes and make sure that you leave her bar with your mind feeling a little lighter. After all, there's nothing more dangerous than a bartender who also happens to be a psychologist. She'll get what you're worried about out of you sooner or later.

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[rumpot]

Cami isn't the only one playing the role of bartender tonight.

Rafe might be mixing you a drink or two himself, available for conversation while he's at it. At the very least, he can be found taking your order or bringing the drinks to you. Rousseau's reminds him a little bit of the Crowbar, and that's never a bad thing. If you're a regular, you can rest assured Rafe remembers your name and what you like to order. He keeps his own eye on Hope, just in case.

During his breaks, he can be found socializing with his friends - and also changing the music every now and then.

What? He's a chicano. You shouldn't have expected anything else.

[sasspot]

Noah has the bruises and cuts on his face when he steps up to the bar to order a drink from his best friend. It's near time for Rafe to take one of his breaks as is so he has unintentional perfect timing.

"Hey, can you grab me a drink before you go?"

Rafe would know Noah's favorite drink.

It's literally only Noah's favorite drink. Everyone else hates the stuff they call swill, and it is pretty terrible truth be told, but it's his favorite and he's damn stubborn about it too.

[bravebartender]

Cami groans when the song changes again tipping her head back as she turns to face the jukebox. "Rafe! I love your roots and I know you love your roots and I love that you love your roots, but do you think we could feature a little more of my roots? Just this once?"

She loves him and his adorable face, she really does, but a little jazz certainly wouldn't hurt things.

[ladyashley]

"Discúlpeme, can I get a beer? Whatever's on tap." Brett stands on her tiptoes so that when she leans forward her boobs aren't like HEY LOOK AT ME, 'cause she ain't trying to play that. She's just trying to get a beer.

She's not a regular, since she's only been able to drink since last night, but she's clearly not a difficult customer, using her casted arm to push her hair back from her face.

[revenant]

Sarah has had a Day.

This means that drinks at Rousseau's are most definitely in order. The sight of baby Hope doesn't hurt either, and she can be found cooing and playing with the baby before she decides to order those drinks. She usually orders something with amaretto, but today she might go for something different. Short as she is, she usually has to elbow her way up to the bar, but the heels help with that, okay.

Finally, when the night is over, she takes off those heels and decides to take the long way home. It's a nice night out, and she likes the walk.

icon for the dick :E

[sasspot]

Never be a dick to Sarah Monroe unless you want, Noah Evans, in your face with his fists. No one gets to treat her that way. No one. Today someone was a dick to Sarah (how many years for fucking sexual harassment?), and it's the reason she's had a Day. She told him about it in between their making out intensely on the roof of some building. That's just not fucking acceptable in his book. She told him she could handle it, and while that's true, it never stops Noah from being Noah.

He steps into Rousseau's where he usually works though he's off and meeting Sarah here tonight later into the night.

He's also covered in bruises with blood on his lower lip, but he looks all too pleased with himself even as he scans the crowds for her, aware she's going to be pissed as fuck (but there's something seriously sexy about her anger).

[bravebartender]

Cami's eyebrows raise when she hears that drink order, something so different from Sarah's usual. She pauses for a moment as she goes to make it, before glancing back at Sarah with a curious expression.

"Long day?"

[reallywicked]

Faye possibly had something to do with Sarah having a Day. Maybe not this Day, but she's definitely been the cause of issues before. And as Sarah starts to walk home, Faye spots her and can't help but fuck with her a little. So just as she turns a corner, a column of fire leaps straight up in the path in front of her. She puts plenty of distance there to keep Sarah from being hurt. It's just a scare tactic.

But the fire is very real. And Faye is definitely not far away, smirking as she watches it all play out.

ota

[deflect]

Ethan Hale loves going to bars, and there is no better bar in Teleios than the one Cami runs. He has been thinking of transferring to it because he prefers a position where he can be social given he's a very sociable, flirty person by nature. Let's just hope his doppleganger isn't around (Peter Parker, he's pointing a finger in your direction). Ethan heads on inside, walking toward the bar immediately to say hello to both Cami and Hope, picking up the tiny adorable baby and smiling that warm, happy smile that people only get around persons who are so tiny. He'll even dance with the baby in his arms a bit to the music. Shh, it's friggin adorable.

Otherwise, he can be found drinking (perhaps more than he should), talking to anyone who will talk to him, setting up drinking games on the tables, and playing darts in the back corner. He's planning on getting really rather drunk, which usually leads to shenanigans and possibly a loss of an article of clothing (or two) if the night goes late enough. Someone can see him wandering around outside of the bar, looking for his shoe and sock... or his shirt. Who knows how he lost his shirt? He's intensely drunk, but he'll lean over towards someone with a flirty smile and British accent. "You wouldn't happen to have seen my shirt, would you?"

He's relatively new to Teleios so he's still making friends... and making lots of first impressions (mostly positive ones or at least funny ones).

[phased]

Connor is not nearly as sociable as Ethan is, but he does like drinking.

... Sometimes to a degree that would be startling if he wasn't supernatural, but it helps keep the edge off. He's good with solitary drinking, but he also likes to keep an eye on Ethan when he can, knowing how Ethan can get when he's drunk.

He looks away for one minute - okay, maybe an hour or two - and suddenly Ethan's looking for articles of clothing.

"Why are you the way that you are."

Only Connor would manage to say such a thing with equal parts fondness and exasperation.

[reallywicked]

Shirtless Ethan, you say? As he leans over with that weak line, Faye rolls her eyes, trying to keep her smile hidden. Playing this game with him is just part of the norm, but wow he's super drunk right now.

"Maybe you left it back at my place." She tosses back at him, leaning forward against the bar, offering him the chance for an ample view of her chest.

[bravebartender]

Hope is definitely a fan of Ethan's, even if at the moment, she's mostly just trying to eat her monkey's head. That being said, she's also more than happy to go off and dance with him while Cami watches from behind the bar, thankful for a few moments to focus on her customers, rather than worrying about what Hope was getting herself into.

When they make their way back again, Cami reaches out her hands to take her with a smile, letting the baby rest on her hip for a moment as she does. "You have fun with your friend Ethan?" And with that Hope will just faceplant into Cami's shoulder with a small smile. "I am taking that as a yes."

[theminotaur]

Darts, you say? Darts are Abigail's thing. She could do pool, but she's so small, she'd have to lean so far over the table and it could imply things she is not going to imply in a bar. A bar where boys -- men, really, are just boys with facial hair so she makes no differentiation -- are drunk and stupid. But, darts Abigail can hustle just as easily.

Not that she's doing that right now. Nor would she in this particular bar. But when Ethan puts down the darts on a table and glances away, she reaches out to snag one and with barely a glance, flings it at the board. It sinks in with a satisfying thud, just outside the bull's eye.

Surprise.

[byyourleave]

The way Baal saunters into Rousseaus, you would think there was theme song playing for him in his head. Well, maybe there is but again, it's in his head so unless there is a magical jukebox in the bar, no one will hear it.

He's all smiles, though, as he makes his way up to the bar and lounging on a stool, his booted feet hiking up to the next one, leaning back against the wall as he rose his hand. "A rum and whiskey, my friend," he ordered as he put a small bag of gold coins on the bartop. "And keep them coming as long as I have coin to spare."

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[rumpot]

Never has a journal name been more relevant for a tag in this narration's life.

Rafe gives Baal a salute, accompanied with his trademark tiny smile. It's almost wholesome, even if he's not exactly naive, either. He's preparing the rum and whiskey as they speak, turning his head to the side. "You don't want anything to go with that?"

The appetizers are spectacular, Baal. And for him, they can be on the house.

[revenant]

"If it isn't my favorite pirate."

Sarah props her chin on her hand, smiling at Baal as he makes his way up to the bar. She's sitting on a stool nearby, nursing her own drink. Something with amaretto in it, because she likes her lady drinks. She is finally starting to unwind from the day she's had.

adam hale | ota

[thischain]

Adam is another Hale who spends some time saying hell to Hope. He smokes. He drinks in excess. He curses, but he's exceptionally good with children and babies. He helped his mother raise all of his younger brothers before he left when he turned eighteen. It's nothing he ever forgets, but it's why he's there, feeding the baby, playing with a toy with her for a little while before he goes about his evening.

He is in the back of the bar at one of the tables, playing a card game with a man, who gets really fucking pissed when Adam wins, assumes he's cheating. A fight breaks out. The other man is the first one to throw a punch which knocks Adam back against the wall, and how he's fucking pissed.

"Ey, there's a fucking baby in here!" It's shouted in his Irish accent as he grabs the man by the arm to drag him out of the bar even if that means the fight will just continue outside the bar, and it likely will.

[splinted]

Someone's fighting Alek and it isn't Adam? Weird.

Here's the thing about Alek. He feels very strongly toward Adam. The feelings are mostly negative, and at times violent, but Adam is still family. So the sight of someone else attempting to pummel him to the ground, regardless of whether or not Adam is holding his own, pisses him off nearly the same way Adam tends to.

It doesn't help the man has buddies following him and Adam outside of the bar, which is why Alek is getting involved with his own fists flying around.

... Sorry, Cami. Bloodshed will probably occur outside of your bar.

[felidity]

Oh look, a baby! Kali is 'working' today. In that she came in and instead of letting Cami make her a drink, slipped behind the bar to make her own as she is prone to do. But then of course, she got distracted by Hope, scooping her up to shower her in kisses.

"I'm going to take her dancing, okay?" Its tossed back to Cami gently, as the baby makes a grab for Kali's ponytail and shoves it (and her fist) directly into her mouth. Kali seems relatively unfazed, her ponytail is amazing, of course a tiny human would find it appetizing.

So once she gets the go ahead, she sweeps the baby out into the bar proper to dance her around by the jukebox. Kali is a very good babysitter because she will punch anyone that so much as looks at the little girl wrong. Maybe not the best influence, but definitely a protective one.

[imbeds]

The narration possibly has too many Hales. Ahem.

Logan Hale is not the bar type, but he'll go wherever his brothers happ. He's not too settled in terms of this place. In Chicago, he'd been waiting for the planets to crash, for their father to catch up with them, to do what he needed to do to keep his brothers safe. Then he ends up in another universe for a year before he ever ends up in Teleios unlike most of his brothers (and living without them for a year was like being lost in a desert, the world didn't make sense), and suddenly the threat isn't there in the same way. There are new threats, and he's been researching.

He smiles fondly at the sight of Hope scooped up in arms, dancing with the blond. Logan catches a moment when she goes after someone who might have looked sideways at a baby being here.

"Hope couldn't ask for a better defender," Logan comments. "Or dance partner."

[loveproblems]

Ho hum. Ingrid is the last person one would expect to find in a bar, they were always Freya's haunt, but as her younger sister isn't here, Ingrid occasionally dips inside for the nostalgia. Today just happened to be a crummy day at the library because the goat that has been following her around for a week decided to eat some of the books. What kind of animal would deface a book!

Well... the animal kind... you know what, he should know better anyway.

The goat has followed her into the bar as well, aimlessly chewing at the hem of her dress, unmindful of the way she's trying to gently nudge him away with her foot. Go away goat. She is not making satyr babies with you! Stop it! This will keep up while she tries to read her book, sipping at a beer, until she can't stand it and goes home. Where presumably, the goat will pick the lock and try to eat her couch again.

Sigh.

[phased]

There really are so many Hales, tho.

Connor's one of the more quiet ones. He's a lot harder to read than his brothers, but he isn't necessarily antisocial, either. You just never really know what's going on in his head. If it wasn't for Ethan, he wouldn't be half at the bar half as much as he truly is, but Ethan always has been the social butterfly.

It's the goat he notices first.

"Yours?" he asks. He never has seen a goat for a pet before. Always a first time for everything.

[reallywicked]

Faye doesn't always make a point to come to the bar for a drink after work, but sometimes she makes an appearance. It's not even that anything particularly stressful happened. She just really wants something that will cause her to wince and possibly give her a wicked hangover tomorrow.

Walking in, it's busier than she was expecting, but that's alright. New faces and familiar ones sort of blend together. Faye just moves confidently through the room to get herself to the bar. Once she's there and has a drink, she can turn back around to the rest of the patrons.

As she takes lazy drinks from her glass, she uses magic to fuck with people, sending a little breeze to tickle their neck, moving a drink away from where they set it to cause confusion, that sort of thing. It's mostly harmless. For now.

[splinted]

Alek's doesn't make it a point to come to the bar much, either.

For one, it's Adam's stomping ground, and he tries avoiding Adam as studiously as possible. Then again, today he got into a brawl to defend Adam', so there's really no telling where his head is at most of the time. He hates his older brother but he also doesn't, and he hates that even more. So he's all sulky at the bar, his face riddled with bruises that are turning a nasty shade of purple.

Hi Faye.

[daredtobelieve]

Not all days in the infirmary are good days. Sometimes the patients don't pull through. Helen does everything that she can, but there are events that happen in the city that stack the odds against her sometimes.

Today isn't a good day. Today, she needs a drink much stronger than tea.

She finds a seat at the bar and keeps to herself, which for her is possibly more of an attention grab than if she was saying hello to every person that passed by. Helen being quiet and reclusive isn't at all normal.

[rawly]

It isn't at all normal to see Helen off to herself, clearly not wanting to talk to anyone.

Sonny is a relatively new-ish arrival. He hasn't been around long enough for an agentmas to ask for the Crowbar at least. Not that he thinks he would. The Crowbar is the fucking Crowbar. It's not here, and last time he saw it, it was after half his family had been killed in it, burned in it. If he ran a bar of his own, he'd make a new one from scratch in this city.

As it is, he's here as a patron, and he sits beside Helen on the stool, orders his own drink, and doesn't say anything at first. He can read the emotion coming off of her. He can feel the heaviness.

"Rough fuckin' day?"

[pawsome]

[ weh.

this is not what rose wanted. this is the opposite of what she wanted. she is positive this is not what she had in mind when she asked to be like everyone else. she could've accepted being made stronger or faster. telekinesis might've been cool. this'll teach her to not be vague for agentmas. she hadn't had any particularly useful abilities - being a flower elemental is sort of useful but then sometimes not. she just wanted the city to seem a little less daunting - a task that had already been difficult, for a lot of reasons.

the point is, she is a shapeshifter now, and she does not exactly know what that means, other than she now has paws instead of hands and her nose is dangerously close to being smushed by the concrete. she is very distressed, ambling around with those new legs and collapsing in a shivering heap.

halp? ]

[imbeds]

[logan has only stepped outside the bar to have a smoke (don't tell his brothers). some of the habits he picked up in the year he spent by himself in the rugged wilderness with a bunch of other wanderers aren't the greatest. he's putting it out lightly before he catches sight of the tiny sound of a whimper.

he's a werewoof.

his senses are strong that way.

he moves over, kneeling down in front of the tiny shivering puppy with a soft, curious smile as he stretches his hand out for her to sniff]

Hey, there little puppy.

...funny place for you to end up. [the wheels are already turning about where the puppy could have come from and why.]

[ladyashley]

Brett rolls into the bar looking like she's half asleep, and slides on to a stool, wincing as her cast hits the bar. She orders a beer and says on a grumble, "I'm 21, my birthday was yesterday. Ask my hangover."

Once that hangover is being medicated with more booze (clearly the best way to do so), she finds a table and tucks in to read her book while she waits for her brother. Who may or may not still be sleeping off his hangover and unlikely to actually show up. Whatever, it's funny that a girl named Brett is reading the Sun Also Rises, feel free to point that out to her.

[expatriation]

Jake is definitely feeling every ounce of what he drank last night. He's about a half hour late, oops. But he made it! Even if he looks like shit.

"Hey." He says before collapsing into the seat next to her. "Don't you have that memorized by now?" He's not sure how she's even reading, to be honest. Words sound like so much work right now.

[theminotaur]

Tucked in the corner is a pretty girl with a scarf looped around her throat, long hair a curtain between her and the rest of the world. She knows better than to come to Rousseau's for peace and quiet, but she's become particularly fond of some of their bar snack fare.

Head ducked over a pad of paper, she's sketching a not incredibly realist picture of the bar. However many times she stared at Leda and the Swan on the wall across from her at the dinner table has turned her art therapy into something like impressionism. She doesn't need full on, graphic bestiality to get her point across. Abigail prefers subtlety and nuance, which is why most of the sketch is messy and grey and and matches the pencil stains all along her hand and arm, but some part are incredibly detailed -- a specific smile, someone's eyes, a couple's clasped hands. She doesn't seem to mind interruptions, but she also doesn't seem to fully notice if someone tries to interrupt her on the left side.

She tries to steer clear of Cami, however. A person can only take so many psychologists, sorry.

[splinted]

Alek is trying to avoid further interrogations from Logan.

Sure, he got into a bar fight, and sure, it's been a while, but he doesn't need to talk about his feelings. Particularly not when they're Adam-shaped feelings. He knows that Logan and Connor are going to try and corner him as soon as they see Alek alone, so the trick here is to never be alone. Obviously.

He slides into the first booth available before Logan and Connor can reach him, and it happens to be Abigail's.

"...Hi."

He did not think this through.

[emouvoir]

Being a teenager, Daneca isn't, strictly speaking, allowed in the bar. She is, however, allowed outside. Which is where she is for most of the night, sitting at a cafe table and doing her homework while the noise of the bar (and eventually a fight?) drifts out on top of the music. She likes Cami's bar, when Rafe isn't picking the music, because the jazz reminds her of home. Not New York, but home home. Home with her parents while her mom was in the office and her dad was making dinner in the kitchen while she did extra credit work or wrote letters to her senator.

(Yes, she is that girl.)

One day she'll patronize it for more than lemonade and the bathroom and asking Cami to clarify things she's learned in her psychology class, but that'll be in a few years. For now it's her homework hideout, legs tucked underneath her with her pen stuck between her lips. She would be ever so grateful for an interruption, though her type-A attitude towards school and education will never let her admit it.

[expatriation]

After nursing his hangover with his sister's attitude and half of a beer, Jake ends up spending a good portion of the night not drinking, but just hanging out. So when he wanders outside to get some air, he's all smiles and none of the groggy hangover from before. Pushing both hands through his hair, the mess of dark wavy locks completely unruly at this point.

He's mid-finger comb when he notices that he's not along out on the patio of the bar. She looks familiar but he can't quite place it, but being the kind of guy he is, he just grabs a nearby chair and spins it around so that he can straddle the seat and rest his chin on his folded arms against the top of the chair's back.

"You know the party's inside, right?" Not at all picking up on those not-quite-21 vibes yet.