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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[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.

[emouvoir]

Her head whips up, surprise all over her expression. She'd seen him come out, noticed that in some part of her brain, but she didn't expect him to come sit with her. Once her brain focuses, she realizes he's the guy from the night before.

Who said the exact same thing the night before. She squints. (Why is it always guys who don't remember?)

"Uh-huh, Cami keeps telling me the same thing, but I like it out here." Her pen twists between her gloved fingers and she noticeably doesn't look anywhere near his hands. Which is difficult when they're not that far from his face at the moment.

[expatriation]

Well since his hands are near his face and she's not looking, he just has to move to try to catch her eye, thinking that she's avoiding looking at him in general.

"What? Is there something on my face? There is, isn't there. One of the guys drew something, didn't they?" One of Jake's friends that he assumes came over after the celebration and used a Sharpie on him after he passed out. #friendship

[emouvoir]

She shakes her head, reaching out to hold out her hand like stop, dude. Stop. "There's nothing on your face, relax."

No dicks Sharpied on his cheek, basically.

"If the party is in there, then why are you out here?"

[expatriation]

Relaxing a bit, he gives her a charming smile and shrugs his shoulders lazily.

"I needed some air. And now I'm not so sure I want to head back. Unless you come with me, that is." He think he's so slick.

[emouvoir]

She's used to Barron Sharpe, the reason slick was put into the dictionary. So of course his words make her smile a little bit, head tipping to the side as she leans forward slightly.

"Like I said, I like it out here."

[expatriation]

Without missing a beat, he just gives another shrug and settles back with his chin resting on his forearms.

"I guess I do too." He's a little shit. "I'm Jake."

He probably told her that last night.

[emouvoir]

"Oh I know. Jake Morgan." Her eyebrows lift, smile turning to a smirk as she leans back, looking back down at her books. Maybe she's psychic.

[expatriation]

His eyebrows lift, head raising up off his arms at the same time like whaaaaat?

"...So you've heard of me?"

[emouvoir]

She hums, thoughtful and noncommittal, as she jots down a vocabulary definition in her notebook, handwriting impossibly tiny and neat. He can come to his own, probably wrong, conclusions, she needs to finish this homework.

#nerd

[expatriation]

He looks at her paper and oh look! A name at the top of whatever homework she is working on. How lovely.

"Daneca." He says, sounding slightly victorious. "It's pretty."

[emouvoir]

"Lemme guess." She pauses for the space of a beat, looking up at him under her eyelashes, dark eyes playful. "Kind of like me. And what's a pretty girl like me doing sitting all alone out here when I could be gracing the rest of the world with a face that would put a Rembrandt to shame?"

AKA the lines he pulled on her last night after she introduced herself, which was much less endearing when he was drunk. Now it's actually kind of charming.

Bet he just found who made sure he got home last night.

[expatriation]

He's really starting to think she's got some sort of mind reading ability. It's almost freaky but also somehow attractive? He's used to his lines working, but this is someone who can keep him on his toes.

"Hey, you said it, not me." He gives her a slightly lopsided grin. "But if you don't want to head back in the bar with me, lets just take a walk. Wherever you want to go. I don't care." He just wants to spend time with her now. She's got his attention.

[emouvoir]

She takes a moment to think about it, lifting her head to study him shrewdly.

"Okay." Shutting her book, she gathers up the rest of them and piles them all on top of each other, putting her notebook on top. "You can walk me home."

Home to the house that Bo lives in. It's basically Bo's house for wayward teenage girls and Bo is the house mom. The house mom with rules. (Don't bring boys home is not a rule, but they have a sign for that to dissuade boys. Just in case. SAFETY FIRST.)

[expatriation]

"Works for me." He grins again and hops up from his chair. "I'll even carry your books if you want." The fact that this is very close to him being back in high school is not lost on him. He's also sort of curious about what she's doing with homework anyway.

"I didn't realize Teleios had college courses." Wishful thinking.

[emouvoir]

"Well Teleios has a college, so it would have courses." She glances over at him as she stands up, sweeping her books off the table to hold them out for him.

He offered!

"It's out behind the library. It's a pretty small college, but the classes are on par with what I would have gotten back home."

[expatriation]

He takes the books without any hesitation. He did offer and he meant it.

"So what are you studying?"

[bravebartender]

Cami makes her way out with a refill for her lemonade, placing the cold one down and scooping up the empty glass at the table. She has a feeling there will be a question for her involved, but she doesn't mind answering them.

Though she did wish she didn't have to walk so far.

"You know, this would be much easier if you would just come in and sit at the bar."

[emouvoir]

"Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty." Casually quotes Teddy Roosevelt as she finishes the line of text and looks up at Cami with a small smile. #nerd.

"I'll come in when I'm twenty-one."

It's not even that the she thinks there is a drinking age here, it's that she's trying to be the same person she was back home -- a person, she believed, who was for the most part a good person -- and part of that was maintaining the kind of behavior she had back home. School, work, trying to better the world for the people around her, writing letters to her senators/Agents, making sure people had a voice, and not giving in to the peer pressure of underage drinking. She knows she won't drink (and that Cami won't serve her), but she doesn't want to give up the appearance of being a good teenager. She's proud of that.

[bravebartender]

"Fair enough." Cami's been around bars since she was old enough to speak, so she's aware of there being a difference between being in a bar and getting into trouble in a bar, but she knows Daneca well enough by now to know that she's a girl who sticks to her guns. She's not going to try and take that away from her. "If you need me, you know where to find me."

[emouvoir]

"I do actually!" She sits up straighter, reaching out to catch Cami by the hand so she won't duck inside before Daneca can flip to the right page. Which she is doing right now.

"I'm having trouble with this question." She points it out, tapping the question with her ring finger. Compare and contrast ethnomethodology and the Thomas Theorem. She's like compare the what now? "I don't think ethnomethodology was even in the chapter."

[bravebartender]

"Ethnomethodology is the study of how a person relates to their order in the world." She shifts her arm so that the tray folds under her arm and rests against her side. "People are rational actors that use practical reasoning to navigate the world. The Thomas Theorem is more ... philosophical. It's not our intentions that make things real, it's the actions that we make. Kind of like having our actions exist in a vacuum."

[emouvoir]

Daneca just stares before shaking her head. "This is too hard, maybe I'm not cut out for this."

She has all the idealism and drive and compassion, but the book work is driving her insane and completely stressing her out. She needs to take a break and not go to school full time and work full time and baby sit and volunteer, but the idea of failing at any of those makes Daneca's skin crawl.

[bravebartender]

"Or maybe you're just psyching yourself out." Cami replies, before moving to actually take the seat across from her. She has a feeling that Daneca needs to talk this out more than anything else, and the boys can cover for her behind the bar.

"What's going on?"