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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[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).

[revenant]

Sarah is waiting for Gloria to join her, because Gloria is her spectacular, golden-tongued werewolf.

She is also waiting for her drink at the bar after having bonded with baby Hope, sitting on one of the stools as she waits. She is giving the bar cursory glances every now and then, her eyes immediately locking on him when he steps forward. "What the hell?" she asks, her expression already transforming into a scowl. Do you really need to look so pleased with yourself, Noah? Do you?

(If you think for one second she is falling all over herself for those boo boos, you have another thing coming, sir.)

[sasspot]

Noah's gaze locks with hers too, and he still looks pleased with himself. He may look even more pleased with himself because of the scowl on her face (It's really sexy, okay?). She looks amazing in her outfit with those heels, and he's lingering as his gaze locks on to her in front of him. He lingers for far longer than necessary, unconsciously licking his lips as he stares at her. His bottom lips a bit busted so he tastes the iron of blood, and then he tilts his head to the side.

"Well, hi to you too," he says as he wraps an arm around her waist and tries to lean in for a kiss, aware she's going to slap his chest before he can get close enough to do so.

Sometimes he really is a jack ass.

[revenant]

Whereas you look like shit, Noah. :|

Sarah doesn't just slap his chest.

If he tries to lean in any closer, he'll slam into what feels like an invisible wall before his mouth can meet hers. She flashes him a glare, shoving him off. This was probably long overdue, seeing as how the last time they fought - which wasn't that long ago - was instigated by Sarah herself. It's not an unfamiliar sight, Sarah and Noah fighting. They fight hard and they love hard. There is really no in-between with them.

"I told you I'd handle it."

[sasspot]

Wow, no, he looks amazing. :|

Noah feels the wall that he slams into, and he lets out a groan, because with the bruises, it's painful to smack against it. He just catches himself against the bar when she shoves him. His hand grips tightly to it even as his fingers ache a bit from all that punching. His jaw locks in the back at what she says.

"Yeah? And? You shouldn't have had to handle it, and I was pissed off."

So he went and got his energy out. He's even wearing the man's watch, because it's Noah and even though he's an angel, he's damn good at stealing.

[revenant]

Hmph.

Sarah goes back to sitting on the stool, like he isn't in pain. Never mind she would do the exact same thing - never mind that she has done the same thing when anyone's messed with Noah. Sarah's a witch, and a possessive one at that; her vengeful streak is a mile wide and then some.

"Oh, that's a good reason to get more debt. 'I was pissed off!' You know, Noah, one of these days I will have worked off my own debt, and I'll be going to Utopia without you," she huffs. It's an empty threat, and they both know it.

Besides, we all know how this story ends. :')

[sasspot]

Noah huffs out a sound that partially sounds like a disbelieving laugh as he leans over even as she goes back to sitting on the stool so primly like she do.

"Because you don't regularly do shit that raises up your debt? Ever? No. It's just me, right?" He taps his fingers impatiently on top of the bar as he stares at Sarah, gaze still locked on her at the huff and the empty threat. He knows it is empty, and he knows she has done the very same damn thing even when he says he can handle something.

It's the way they are.

HDU

[revenant]

To her credit, she doesn't push him away this time when he leans over, nor does she use her magic to create a tangible force between them. Her lips purse, since she can't quite deny that. It doesn't mean she'll stop caring about his getting into trouble for no reason, especially when it relates to her. "At least I'm not so impulsive about it," she fires back.

She doesn't just react impatiently. She plots. (Sarah, that is not better.)

In spite of herself, her gaze drifts over to his face. "Look at you," she says with a sigh, the tips of her fingers gently reaching for his chin.

[sasspot]

"And how is that supposed to make it fucking better?" Noah asks as he leans further over, watching her, seeing the way her lips purse. He really, really wants to kiss her, and he doesn't think getting into trouble to kick someone's ass after they were being a dick to her is no reason. It's a very good reason. He can't think of a better reason to get into trouble than for her.

He releases a breath when her gaze drifts over his face, and she finally reaches out to touch him. Noah leans into her fingers as they press against his chin, and there's this tiny, amused smirk on his face.

"Look pretty damn sexy, don't I?"

[revenant]

Her gaze drifts to his own mouth the further he leans over. A smile twitches on her lips helplessly. She would really, really love staying angry at Noah when they fight, but it's a futile endeavor. Her anger comes in short bursts, however volatile they are when they do come, and he always has a way of melting the ice around her.

"Not the word I'd use. Bruises and blood just don't do it for me, believe it or not."

Sarah's fingertips keep a hold of his chin, and he will eventually feel a golden warmth traveling from those fingertips to his skin.

The pain should be lessening a bit.

[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?"

[revenant]

"I got fired," Sarah tells Cami unceremoniously. She's complained about her gross boss enough that it likely doesn't come as a surprise. The fact she isn't working there anymore isn't what angers her. What angers her is -

"Before I could quit first and retain some of my dignity."

[bravebartender]

"Please tell me you at least kicked him in the balls on the way out." Because yes, Cami has heard enough about this guy to not be upset that Sarah lost her job either. But now that he's not her boss anymore, it at least avails her of certain freedoms that she did not have previously. Like, you know, kicking him in the balls. "I think that would have regained some of that dignity back."

[revenant]

"I... may have resorted to less physical, more witchy tactics." Not that Sarah has cursed him for eternity of anything like that, but tomorrow he might have a discomforting day. It'll add even more to her debt, but she'll find that it's worth it. There's a pause as she takes a ladylike sip of her drink. "Noah stole his watch, though."

Among other things, if you look at his face. So many bruised and shirtless men tonight, though.

[bravebartender]

There's a sigh at the mention of Noah, because honestly, sir, you need to curb that particular habit, but at the same time she's glad that Sarah is at least getting a little retribution out of it. She picks up her own glass and raises it in Sarah's direction.

"I do approve of subtlety. So long as he gets his, that's what matters."

[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.

[revenant]

Faye gets the reaction she is looking for.

Sarah startles, jumping back with a hand pressed to her chest. A glare immediately follows once she spots Faye. If Noah is the best at getting under her skin, then Faye is a close second. A flick of her wrist, and the flames start turn to ice, its jagged edges pointing in the other girl's direction, waiting to cut. (There is still plenty of distance, mind.)

"Don't bait what you can't wound, Faye."

En garde.

[reallywicked]

She's thrilled to see Sarah jump like she does. Serves her right for...existing, apparently. Faye is sure this rivalry had started with some actual reason in mind. Now it just was the way things were. The two of them were powerful witches and Teleios was the setting for a constant turf war.

"Am I supposed to be afraid of your little ice princess routine. Please." She flexes her hands, holding them out at the ground below the both of them. There's a low rumble that starts to cause a tremor beneath Sarah's feet.

[revenant]

"You mean kind of like I'm supposed to be afraid of your Big Bad Tough Girl routine? You really need a new hobby."

Jaw locking tight, Sarah lifts up her palm, sending a harsh blast of wind in Faye's general direction. She attempts to remain in place despite the tremors beneath her feet that threaten to keep her off balance. She's good, Faye. Whether she wants to admit it or not, Faye is good. "You're not the only witch in town, Faye. You better get used to it. I'm not going anywhere."

[reallywicked]

The blast of air sends Faye staggering a few steps back. For a brief moment, the tremors stop, but her anger makes them surge anew, a crack forming just between Sarah's feet, threatening to widen.

"You can stay right where you are for all I care. You just need to figure out who's in charge around here." That would be her. She finally got away from her goody two shoes cousin who was always taking the power and respect that was rightfully hers. She won't let Sarah do the same.

[revenant]

Faye's threat is met with laughter.

She even throws her head back, aware that it's going to piss Faye off all the more. She stumbles back when the tremors resume, but she sends another blast, more powerful this time, with a smirk on her face all the while. "You haven't met Esther, have you?"

There's actually little reason for Faye to meet Esther. Despite being the Original Witch in her world, Esther tries to stay away from positions of power in Teleios - but Faye doesn't know that, nor does she need to. Sarah's basically just going to fuck with her.

Tilting her head to the side, she shrugs. "Figures. She wouldn't be impressed with you."

[reallywicked]

Rolling her eyes, Faye takes a step closer to the war zone she and Sarah are turning the street into. The rumbling beneath the both of them only increases.

"Do you think I care what you or anyone else thinks?" She actually cares a lot or she wouldn't give a shit about being disrespected but shhh. "I should bury you alive. Right here. Right now."

[revenant]

Sarah steps forward herself.

The ground starts to crack in between them due to Sarah's own efforts, and the closer Faye attempts to get to her, the more the ground beneath her feet will scorch. "Try it, Faye. I could use a good laugh tonight."

... Someone will totally need to intercept, won't they?

[reallywicked]

It's very, very likely that they won't stop until one of them kills the other. Faye doesn't see that as a problem.

Instead of further cracking open the ground, she uses her other hand to throw a hard blast of wind, hoping to knock Sarah back and maybe just have her trip and fall in all on her own. She can feel the burn under her feet, gritting her teeth and taking another step closer, trying to ignore the pain.