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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[reallywicked]

"You were fighting with Adam but not fighting with Adam?" She can't help the small smile. "If you were both in it, yeah I feel sorry for whatever you left of the guy."

[splinted]

Alek makes a face. He doesn't like admitting that he cares about Adam. Something to do with his emotional constipation, and it's also why he glowers at that small smile of hers. Of course, his face looks ridiculous at the moment, so it's hardly threatening.

"People that can't handle their liquor shouldn't drink it to begin with."

And he doesn't even mean lightweights. He means people who drink and get really, really nasty.

[reallywicked]

"Hmm.." Faye mused at his comment, seeming to roll it over in her mind. "If we imposed a rule like that, places like this would probably go out of business." She's joking, of course, but she thinks that maybe he could use a bit of distraction from his anger.

"Want to get out of here? Get some air for a minute? I'll even keep you company." Just a walk around the block or something. She figures he may need time to clear his head and a noisy bar wasn't going to do that all that well.