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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Wow, rude, Lily.

Except she's seriously attractive and it's a problem. Connor's self-imposed rules don't work very well when you have someone like Lily in your life. And he gave himself those rules when he was young, traumatized beyond all end by what he and Ethan saw in that video feed they made for themselves.

So maybe he's tossing a toothpick her way in return. His smiles are rustier, but she's always good at bringing them out.

"If I hated you, would I have ordered you food?"

The food that is now being placed among them, btw. Yummy nachos and sliders. He turns to Lily, lifting a nacho in offer with that tiny smirk of his. "He does it frequently enough I can understand the confusion."

"You do love me!"

Ethan says as he picks up some of the nachos and just starts to munch on them. The only time is appetite is anything worth mentioning is when he is very drunk or after a full moon. Those are the only times.

He quietly starts to eat his food as well as rebuild the fort, and there's still a restlessness to his movements. It's as though they manifested their response to the trauma in completely opposite ways. Connor became more and more controlled, and Ethan became restless as fuck.

~~Also, how much do I love dat you added that in in this verse? :')~~

Lily feels you need a little rudeness in your life, Connor. It is why she is smirking wide when she tosses a toothpick back her way, grabbing hold of it and snatching it up between her fingers. She sticks it in her mouth between her teeth as she stares at him.

He's seriously attractive himself, and apparently they're going to make eyes at each other, while Ethan is drunk and not paying attention to their lives (though obviously he is aware there's an attraction between the two of them in general, they make it obvious and he's perceptive that way).

She reaches her hand over to take the nacho from him. Her hand brushes against his own along the way before she takes a bite out of it.

"I see the truth now. I've been enlightened."

Connor is trying not to make eyes at Lily, but he usually fails in this endeavor. The thing about him is that there's an intensity that's always boiling just under the surface. So he may look like someone that's very smooth and aloof, almost detached, when in reality, there's a spark waiting to catch fire there. It's just that it's dangerous.

And he never, ever lets himself forget it.

Which is why he forces himself to look away from Lily eventually, bringing the beer to his lips with a tiny smirk. Like he wasn't affected just then.

"I don't hate you, I guess." It's as close to a love declaration as Ethan's going to get.

Turning to Lily, he answers more seriously, "I was referring to the conspiracy that is Teleios."

"You're so sweet," Ethan says with a smirk as he takes a bite of another nacho, and he focuses back on the tooth picks in front of him.

He's still paying attention to the conversation though, because he's starting to sober up, and he tends to be restless. It means his focus can be in many different places at once, and he has another set of nachos which he's picking up to chew on.

Conspiracy. They'd been talking about that earlier.

"You mean the real reason why we're all here and what's behind it all? That sort of conspiracy?"

Lily swallows her inner sigh when she sees the very moment Connor pulls back as if unaffected, and she straightens in her side of the booth, picking up a toothpick to break it in half.

It's not as though she's not used to it by this point. There are rules. The rules are there for a reason because of their natures, because vampires and werewolves aren't supposed to mix. The universe says its so, changes their very beings to attack each other, but they're in a new universe now. The rules can be different.

"Ah. The big mystery of the Two and the city and our debt... all of it."

Connor is such a stickler for rules, sometimes. It's so annoying, Lily, flush it outta him. :(

Not that he is thinking of it in terms of rules. He thinks of it in terms of her safety and her livelihood, which happen to be the most important things to him. He wants her to live a long and happy life, and a vampire's eternity can be cut short if a werewolf sinks its claws in.

"Ethan's a little disappointed the conspiracy doesn't involve his sock and his shoe."

Note, he does not use the plural form. One sock. One shoe.

Lily knows exactly the way that he views it as. It doesn't change her feelings. It doesn't change what she wants, but she speaks none of this as she reaches over for another piece of food. She smirks lightly.

"That would be disappointing," she says, and the smirk widens a bit as her gaze drifts over the bar, idly wondering where on Earth Ethan lost his articles of clothing this time. "No, the conspiracy involves why we're all really here. Any guesses? I'm betting on prank show."

Not really, but it amuses her.

"We're all candidates on the Debt is Right," Ethan murmurs as he shifts in his seat a bit, fixing up the toothpick fortress until it is almost back to good as new (better than new even if one asks him, okay? Look at this, it's the shit).

There's a pause as he looks between the two of them.

"You two should go dancing. This is a really good song."

What?

He ships it. Well, he wants his brother to be happy, and he knows the whys he doesn't let himself, but he's just saying...

Connor gives Ethan a look, knowing full well what he is up to.

It doesn't change the fact that he'd wondered several times throughout the night if he should ask. All Ethan's really doing is having the courage to bring up what Connor can't - won't. A small smirk finally tugs on his lips as he brings himself to his feet, all grace and poise, extending a hand in Lily's direction. "Ethan telling us what to do not withstanding, would you like to?"

Dance, that is. With him. Yes. .-.

Nah, bro.

Ethan gives Connor a look right back like You're gd welcome.

Cause seriously, you're welcome.

Lily glances over at Connor's hand, and she knows all the complications and all the rules. For tonight, she lets those slip away as long as he is, because she would like to dance with him. She takes his hand in her own, lifting herself to her feet which she thinks is answer enough.

"I think I would."

She tugs him out to the area of the bar that's meant for dancing.

"It's been a little while. I need to see if you have any moves still."

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