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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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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).

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.)

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.

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."

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.

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. :')

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~~

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.

"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?"

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.

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Noah smirks, tilting his head to the side to smile wider when he sees the smile twitch on her lips. There's a fondness to the smirk which is exclusively hers since he is a jack ass in most occasions, but she has a way of bringing out something fond and warm in him.

"Not even on my face? I think I wear it well."

He sends her a smirk which widens and then softens all at once into a tiny smile when he feels the golden warmth traveling from her fingertips to his skin.

The pain is much, much less, and the word is soft as it escapes him.

"Thanks."

Sarah's always known there's more to him. If she didn't, she wouldn't be half as hopeless about him in the first place, even when he drives her crazy. Her fingertips slowly fall away from his chin, as she props her elbows on the counter instead.

Leaning forward a tad, her smile finally relents and grows warm.

"You're welcome."

Noah smiles back at her. It's a slow but certain thing especially when he sees that moment she finally relents. Then his hand reaches up to grip the side of her face, and he leans in, capturing her mouth with his own and kissing her deeply there. He breathes her in as his hand slides behind her neck, and she might feel the band of the new watch he got.

Stole.

Shh. "Hi."

Properly this time, see?

"Hi."

It's murmured softly against his mouth, the traitorous smile lingering on it as well, as she presses closer to him to kiss him deeply in return. She doesn't notice the watch immediately - he is kind of distracting her here - but she does shiver slightly once the surface of the watch brushes against her neck.

Noah doesn't wear watches.

Frowning, she pulls back, her fingers encircling his wrist. ANGER ACTIVATED AGAIN. "Noah."

Noah smirks against her mouth at that soft murmur, and he leans in further, pressing her back against the bar. His hand drifts up her side before his fingertips grip tight hold of her and pull her to him as she shivers. He doesn't realize why she is shivering or he might be more prepared for her to pull back.

He frowns, staring at her for a second in confusion. Why does she look angry again? Kissing doesn't usually make her-- Oh.

"What? He didn't deserve it. It's a nice fucking watch."

And it made him feel good and all pleased with himself.

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Sarah groans, her head tipping back for a moment as she sighs. She doesn't like being angry at you, Noah. You just make it very easy. She is still boxed in behind the bar, a hand flattened on his chest. It's hard to say whether it's there to keep him in place or just because.

(Just because.)

"You are hopeless."

No, really. She does not know what to do with him. (No one answer that rhetorical question.)

Noah bites down on his lip as he presses up closer to her when her hand remains flattened on his chest. There's a soft smirk on his face before he tilts his head to the side to look at her.

His fingertip drags down the side of her neck as he meets her gaze slowly, because there is one answer in particular to that rhetorical question.

"The guy was a fucking asshole to you. He doesn't deserve his damn expensive watch or to not have his face rearranged. I don't regret it."

It's as simple as that, okay? "He's probably pissin' himself over not having his watch while he cleans up his face. Now he's having a worse day than he made you have."

So yeah, he's really pleased with himself. His fingertip trails over the top of her shoulder.

Sarah sighs quietly.

It's not Rafe's kind of sighing. It doesn't come with judgment and disappointment, but it's a sigh nonetheless. Her head tips to the side, and her expression grows soft. "You know that's not what I'm worried about. I don't care about him."

She cares about Noah, and the things he does when he's angry. People who aren't from Chicago don't always understand how Callings work, but Sarah does. She knows a part of it is that protective instinct of his, the one that made him Guardian, and he can't shut it off.

Her fingertips finally reach out, much the same way his are, as she settles them on his cheekbone, just below one of the bruises. She could heal them until he looks good as new, but she knows he'd be very angry if she pushed herself to do that.

So taking away his pain, for now, is what she's going to focus on.

Noah has heard every variation of sighing from the people around him. It's Sarah's sighs which reach him most deeply and powerfully, and it's why he finally shifts. There's no anger or cockiness or smirks on his face just now. There's just something bare as he meets her gaze.

"Yeah, I know," he says, but he still doesn't regret it. Maybe that's half his problem, he just can't regret the things he should, because the make her worry, make Rafe worry. He still doesn't regret. He holds on to his smirks, his cockiness, and he doesn't regret what he should except when she looks at him like this, there's almost that twinge of the feeling deep in his chest.

He would be very, very angry if she pushes herself to do that. These bruises were his choice. They're his to bare. His arm winds around her waist as he breathes her in, leaning into her touch.

His voice is soft, and his hand wraps around her wrist to hold on to her. His thumb slides along the inside of her wrist. "Not too much, okay?" But it feels really nice. It's amazing what she can do.

"Okay," she whispers, her voice just as soft.

Sarah's made a promise and she doesn't make them lightly, nor would she break them lightly. Her kind of magic often comes at a price, and she is still learning what it means to carry Spirit inside of her - good and bad. Her arms wrap around his neck, bringing him closer once she's eased enough pain; he should not be feeling most of it anymore. "Just promise me you'll stay in one piece? I like you best when you're in one piece."

Her nose bumps with his affectionately.

She loves Noah and that means she loves him not only on days where everything is easy and simple. She loves him even when he's angry, and he's lashing out at the world, or the things inside of himself that he can't change. She knows a thing or two about doing that herself.

Noah breathes in deeply at the whisper, nodding as he hears the seriousness of the promise. He doesn't want her using it on him and hurting herself in the process. It's not worth it. It's not worth it if it hurts her. It's what it comes down to for him. His hand slides over the side of her face, and he meets her gaze slowly before he nods.

"I promise to do my best," he says. If she can make this promise to him, he'll make her the same promise even as he smirks equally affectionately once her nose bumps his. His fingers drift back into her hair, and he lets out the breath against her, leaning into kiss her again, chasing after her mouth with his own.

He loves her too and that means he tries to make compromises when he wouldn't for anyone else. It means he tries, and he loves her and knows she understands what it is like to be angry, what it is like to lash out because it's impossible to lash inward (to alter the parts of yourself that have already been set). It's the understanding that he's always felt with her, and it makes it so easy for him to open up even when it's raw and painful.

The tightness that had remained in her chest eases.

Noah's a lot of things, but he isn't a liar. If he's promising, she knows he's really going to try, and it's all she wants. Her smile widens into a grin, brilliant and reassured. It only fades the more they kiss, Sarah lifting herself up into it with feeling. Her nails scrape against his scalp, the pads of her fingertips curling into his hair. She sighs into him, a completely different sigh ftr, and loses herself in it for a while.

Before their make-outs can get too heated, however, Sarah pulls away - a little reluctantly, we'll admit - lifting an eyebrow at him. The result is an expression that's both amused and only vaguely chastising. "We're among impressionable babies," she reminds him.

Okay, so it's just the one, but it still counts.

No, Noah isn't a liar. He is intensely direct in a way that sometimes takes people off guard. He doesn't nice-up his words. He doesn't sidestep things. Noah says what he means, and it's always going to be that way. He will try, and he knows why she worries and it's the least he can do really is to try to stay in one piece so she won't worry, so she won't feel the need to heal him from trouble he gets into.

His gaze lingers on the sight of her grin before he leans in, capturing her mouth with his own. His fingertips grip hold of her tightly, and he devours that sigh into his mouth as he presses her up against the bar, letting out a soft noise against her mouth.

He pulls back when she does, tilting his head to the side with a tiny smirk. "You really think this is gonna affect her?"

There is only the one baby, okay? Noah glances over at her where she is at, playing with her toys and staring at them like :D.

He really should not be allowed to kiss the way he does. Sarah genuinely believes it should be criminal.

Hnnngh.

Her back digs into the bar, and Sarah can't quite help the flush that travels to her cheeks. "Probably not, but I'm not as good of a performer when I know I have an audience, especially when that audience is an adorable baby named Hope."

Noah pulls back with a slow smirk as he meets her gaze with a smile on his face.

There is nothing in the world like kissing her, and he wants to kiss her again especially with that flush on her cheeks. Noah bites down on his lip before he releases a breath, stepping back a tiny bit.

"Speaking of adorable, you're really good with her."

The baby, that is. His smile widens, and he laughs (one of those rare, genuine things). It's kind of adorable for him to watch.

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