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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[rumpot]

"All right, all right. Show's over." Which isn't to say he's unaffected, his cheeks burning a bright red. Don't you just want to pinch them? "Sos un pendejo," he says to Noah, tossing a dish rag in his direction, fully aware of what he's doing. To Baal, he gives another salute, and a helpless smile. "Buffalo wings, rum and whiskey, and a decent drink coming right up."

He's kind of scared of leaving these two alone. There's no telling what they could get up to.

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[sasspot]

"They're the kind of eyes you could get lost in, dark, deep, dreamy." Noah laughs when Rafe tosses the dish rag in his direction, and he grabs hold of it before he lifts his hands up innocently on either side of himself. He wasn't doing anything, okay? Except the smirk on his face says otherwise.

He glances over at Baal with a smirk after Rafe goes. "You really made him blush. Not that it's hard. He doesn't know how to handle flirting."

[byyourleave]

"Oh, but it was such a pretty show," Baal added to the teasing, enjoying the flush that came to the young man's face. He chuckled though, leaning back to regard Noah better.

"One would think that a face such as that behind the bar would have learned to handle such remarks by now. Perhaps he needs more training, yes?"

[sasspot]

Noah snorts lightly at that, shaking his head, as he lifts up his current beer to take a long drink from it.

"I don't know. Then he might stop blushing and that'd be just damn near tragic," he says before he gazes curiously at Baal and then leans back in his chair. "So what kind of work do you do?"

[byyourleave]

"I am just a humble merchant who travels between realms." The way he speaks it obviously speaks that he is anything but.

[sasspot]

"...it sounds like it's a lot more than that." Noah's interest and curiosity have already been piqued, and he smiles, sitting up straighter in the bar stool all of a sudden. He'd love to travel between realms, to have that freedom. "What kind of merchant? What realms have you been to?"

[byyourleave]

"I trade in what I can get my hands on, so to speak." He took a sip of his drink. "But I have been to, well... all of them." He smirked around the rim of his glass.