monkeybars | party post } { drinks are on me

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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[logan smiles at the puppy when she looks so sheepish, and it's a reassuring smile before he pets her again and sets the napkin to the side. he glances at the pup and how her ears go up but he nods very, very seriously. it was alarming. it was honestly terrible for someone like logan who has been a bookworm since he was tiny but he learned.

he looks over at his brother.]

You say that like mountains and tattoos are horrible things...

[wow, is that logan deflecting? maybe a little bit. look he's used to being... the oldest one, and it has always meant taking care of everyone else. he doesn't know what to do with a role reversal even if his brothers obviously always have cared about him and looked after him too.]

[ what a terrible land. but what a good meat. this is such good meat. she sits down primly, waiting for logan to wipe as necessary, and once the napkin is set to the side, she flops down next to him on the table, resting her face on her paw. her eyes are closing, and they look slightly drowsy.

that meal was exhausting, apparently. what a hard life. ]

I didn't say they're necessarily horrible, but why would anyone need to brand your neck like you're a cow?

[ seriously, it's fishy. and logan's deflection more so. :|a ]

[logan smiles at the puppy when she rests her face on her paw as her eyes close. she's going to need a place to sleep for the night, and he'll gladly take her back to his own place. he'll have to figure out how to explain to her how to shift back later, but given he has so much experience and he helped his younger brothers with it, he feels good about being able to do so.

he looks up over at his brother, shaking his head.]

Like I said, they wanted to keep track of us. It was their way of trying to control and understand the Rifts and what came through them.

[he lifts the puppy up into his arms again where she is likely still drowsy.] Think she's falling asleep...

Think she's fallen asleep.

[ considering she's all but snoring quietly as her face smushes partially into logan's palm. he gets that he isn't going to get more out of logan - at least not tonight. the way he lifts the puppy into his arms gives him the perfect opportunity to deal with that more pressing issue. and connor gets it, but he isn't going to let it go easily, either. ]

Tell you what. You find the puppy a nice warm place to sleep, I'll take care of finding the hearing aid.

[ along with what will likely be her clothes. ]

[logan smiles fondly down at the puppy sleeping with her face smushed to his palm, and he keeps her wrapped up against his chest tightly there. he looks over at connor slowly with a tiny smile.]

Alright, I can do that. If you have trouble finding the hearing aid, let me know.

[and he'll gladly help, but for now, he's going to take this puppy home with him, make up a tiny bed for her.

shh, it's adorable.]

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