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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Sonny turns to her when she says it so plainly but his expression doesn't shift. There's darkness in his gaze. There's understanding too. He is no doctor, but people have died because of him multiple times before. They've died, and he was unable to save them no matter how much he may have wanted to be.

"I fucking doubt that poor excuse for one. How many people have you saved over the years being a doctor?"

There's a pause as he swallows.

"Can't save 'em all. Doesn't stop it from fucking weighing on you just the same."

Saving people is what she feels like she's just meant to do. It isn't an option. All of those lives she's saved aren't tallied up to weigh against the others. She can't feel an better about what happened today because of other successes.

"The weight is good. It keeps me from making the same mistake twice. But sometimes you just need to drink to forget a blood awful day." With that, she'll finish her glass, as if to prove a point.

It's impressive really. There aren't many people in the world who feel like their purpose is to save people, like that is what they're meant to do. Sonny's a demon. His purpose is to manipulate emotions. The universe created him to be evil, to balance with the good that is the angels of the universe. It's not what he does (not anymore

he tried to make Chicago better for as long as he was there, tried to be a force that was more grey, that did what needed doing).

"Sometimes you deserve a fucking drink after an awful day. Yeah," Sonny says quietly in agreement after she's finished her glass as if to prove that point, and he smirks softly. "Or maybe several fucking drinks."

"Several sounds like a good start right now." At least she feels as though this man understands. She doesn't know much about him, just that he has several decades more under his belt than you might guess from looking at him. Beyond that? Well, it's all instinct. She simply feels like he could understand her.

"Care to spend an evening helping forget a god awful day? Drinks will be on me." She manages a small smile, already waving over the bartender to order herself another drink- and another for him as well.

Sonny hopes she feels that way. He feels an understanding with her too despite the fact they've only just met. He doesn't mean understanding like he has with most people either. As an empath demon, he has a certain innate understanding about people, why they do what they do, what they might be feeling and why-- He picks up on little hints, little signals. With her, it's deeper than that. It's some kind of understanding specifically when it comes to her like maybe she understands him some too. She's beautiful, smart, tough, been through hell, and he's drawn to her.

"Sounds like a fucking good idea. Plenty I wouldn't mind forgetting myself even if my day wasn't half bad."

Just comes with the territory of living as long as the both of them apparently have.

"Oh? Just what are you hoping to forget?" She asks while they wait for their new drinks. "Maybe not a question you normally ask a stranger, but it seems apt for tonight, I think."

Sonny smirks lightly at the question though it doesn't quite reach his eyes as he looks at her. "A few decades worth of things," he says quietly. "Fuckin' hard to be here when ... I know all the shit I've left behind, all the shit I need to be responsible for back home."

But he's here instead.

"Guess I'm new to Teleios." Especially in comparison to a lot others.

She knows that feeling- having more than one thing weighing on your mind, feeling like it's all sitting firmly on your shoulders and going nowhere fast. But to be new to the city on top of it? Well, that's something else entirely. She gives him a small, sympathetic smile.

"I hope the city is treating you well so far?"

Sonny meets her gaze with a tiny smile before he shrugs, shaking his head. It's hard to say with a city that kidnaps people out of the blue, but--

"Better tonight," he says, and he means it genuinely. It's the first time he's really connected to anyone here. His daughter, who he only just learned about, is understandably very angry at him. It's the first real conversation it feels like he's had. He came to the city angry at having been brought to it, angry at having been taken from his family and the world that he left here.

Now he's started to wonder if he wasn't brought here so he could get to know his daughter.

She glances down, hiding a small smile. "I do try to be welcoming. Glad to see that I've succeeded, even when I'm not feeling at my best." She takes another drink and looks him over.

"I can only hope you might have better days to come. But if you want to talk at all about what made the others less so, I'm more than willing to provide a sympathetic ear."

"You do. There's something about you," Sonny says after a moment as he meets her gaze. She's attractive. They understand each other, and he breathes in deeply before he releases it again.

He tilts his head to the side, looking at her. "Thank you. That's one hell of an offer, and I'll have to take you up on it and offer the same if you need it."

It's said genuinely.

"You've already done your share, letting me go on about my day before you hardly knew my name." She feels like it's worth pointing out, since he's so eager to give her credit for less.

"It's only fair, I think."

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