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monkeybars2015-04-25 08:21 pm
bravebartender) wrote in monkeybars2015-04-25 08:21 pm
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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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It's said softly, and not without that grin of hers that only comes around when he does. It's true that no one makes her angrier than Noah does; it's also true that no one makes her happier. She rises on her very tippy toes, her mouth resting over his as they sway.
"I love you, you know. Little shit and all."
And she'd never loved anybody. So she is very sure that's what she'd want.
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It means so much to him when she says it because he loves her to, because he knows she sees him both the bad (which is plenty) and the good.
"I love you too. Every single part."
He tugs her in further, turning them to the music as he smiles against the top of her head. It's a sweet gesture, a rare sweet gesture which he only ever gives with her.
"They'd also be really damn good at dancing." Like they are. Shh.
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That scent of his that is very distinctly Noah's.
For the first time in a long time, when she closes her eyes and thinks of the future, she can see it integrating right before her eyes. And it's a future she really wants with him. If that means she has to play by the Two's rules, then it's what she's going to do.
"Hmm." She purses her lips, pretending to give it ample consideration. She's lightly baiting him, but it isn't the kind of baiting they'd do when they first met each other, and their fights really were fights. "I don't know. I'd have to see a few more of these moves before I can agree with you."
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She smells distinctly of Sarah too, and he tries to imagine smelling that smell for years and years to come, of waking up beside her, of a future that they can really want together. It's nothing he would have imagined when he showed up in this place but he wants it. He wants it with an intensity that would once be scary to him.
To want something that isn't guaranteed.
Noah lifts his eyebrows at her even with that sexy smirk on his face, and he knows she is lightly baiting him, teasingly baiting him, which is why he is smirking at her in amusement. "Well, if you insist," he says, dancing with her in a little sexy move which involves a twist and then tugging her right back into his side again. "How'd that one work for ya?"
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They can make as many promises as they want to each other, and have every intention of keeping them, but they never know what tomorrow is going to bring. She'll leave tomorrow to tomorrow, and keep tonight for herself, and tonight, she can see her future with Noah with startling clarity.
It's an open clearing.
She lets out a delighted squeal, spinning in place as he twists them, moving back into his chest breathlessly.
"Not bad," she answers, falling back into step with him. "You can give them lessons. They can stand on your feet."
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Tonight they have each other, and he smiles at the thought of the future he believes now they'll have.
He grins at the delighted squeal of hers, and he tugs her back in tight to his strong chest. Noah smiles down at her with a laugh at what she says, a strong, genuine laugh.
"They wouldn't even come up to my waist, but they'd love it, huh?" Kids love that kind of stuff. "They should always have music in their lives." One way or another, he has always been passionate about music, and he would want to share that with them through dance, through instruments.
Something like that.
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It makes her smile in earnest. It's a distant dream right now - she knows they both need to get their shit together before they can even truly consider making it a tangible reality - but that's okay. Dreaming of it, for now, is more than enough.
She can let herself do that now that she knows he might be open to the idea of it, too. (She wouldn't have wanted it with anyone else.)
"Funny you should mention that." She bites her lip to keep from smiling to wide and giving herself away. "I have something for you. I wasn't going to give it to you anymore, not tonight, but I can't help myself."
He shouldn't get rewards for getting into fights!! But this is not in reference to that.
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Noah tilts his head to the side as he looks at her with a curious, tiny smile.
"You do?" He isn't expecting it. He didn't know that she'd gotten him anything or was even considering getting him anything, but it reaches him even as he smirks lightly when she says she wasn't going to give it to him tonight anymore. His hands find her own, wrapping around them, locking his fingers with hers. "I promised, okay?" Then the smirk widens into a rare smile, excited. "I wanna see."
He'll do his best to not get into anymore fights.
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She's really just adding to the suspense because she's not entirely unfamiliar with being a little shit herself. Finally caving, she squeezes his fingers with hers, leading him to a nearby booth. She doesn't sit next to him, she just drops onto his lap, procuring a small, simple black pouch from the pocket of her jean jacket. After she's handed it to him, she rests her chin on his shoulder, waiting for him to open it.
Inside the pouch, there's a guitar pick.
The back of the pick, the side that will be pressing to his chest, is engraved. "It's charmed," she tells him. To protect him. "So... even if you go looking for trouble, you'll have the advantage."
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He follows her over to the booth, sinking down into it and immediately wrapping an arm around her waist once she's sitting there on his lap. Noah smirks, leaning in until his smirk rests against her shoulder as he watches her pull the black pouch from her pocket. Noah holds it in his hands with a tiny smile, opening it slowly, pulling the pick out.
The sight of it makes him grin wide, and it fills him with emotion she'd think to get this for him, to charm it for him.
He looks at her with that grin and with the emotion in his face as he presses the pick within his palm, swallowing through that emotion, as his smile brightens further. "Thank you. I'll always wear it."
That's another promise.
"Even without it being charmed, it'd... remind me of tonight."
Remind him of what he wants and how he doesn't want to get in his own way and the promise he made to her.
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It's these moments, these glimpses of something brighter, that she holds dearest. He is beautiful, and it aches in her chest when she thinks of it. It's a very good ache. She leans forward to kiss his cheek; a simple, but weighted kiss at the same time. "When you're not wearing it, you should be playing with it," she says teasingly, before she adds in a much softer voice, "I miss hearing you play."
Gingerly, she lifts up the necklace from its pouch, and places it around his neck. She tucks it under his shirt, before she flattens her hand over his chest. She can feel the guitar pick against the surface of her palm, and it makes her smile again.
The smile only widens at his comment he's going to wear it as a reminder of tonight.
"Careful, Noah. I'm going to start to think there's a closeted romantic in there somewhere."
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"Okay," it's said simply like her missing it is reason enough for it to happen, and the truth is he misses playing too sometimes. He just doesn't always allow himself to feel it, to want it, to do it.
He stares at her as she places it around his neck, and he can feel her breathing, the soft, warm air hits his face and his neck. His gaze locks on to her mouth before it lifts to meet her own.
He makes a face though it's not a serious one when she mentions closeted romantic.
"Me? What about you? You're giving very thoughtful, romantic gifts. I'd always pick you too." Then he winks at her with an almost cocky smirk again before he leans into capture her mouth with his own deeply.
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She loves that for whatever reason, she can be his exception the way he is hers. For the record, she's never denied there's something of a romantic in her. It just remained dormant for a long time. Still, when he calls her out right back, Sarah scrunches up her face in a similar manner. "You little - "
An indignant noise is muffled in between their mouths once he leans in to kiss her. It soon fades as she melts into him, her hand curving around his neck. Tongue running lightly over his bottom lip, Sarah presses even closer to him, shifting on his lap to do so.
What?
It's a dark corner, and look at him. She's allowed.
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Noah hasn't been a romantic before in his life. He hasn't believed in romance. He hasn't really believed in love either, and then she came along. It all shifted. It all changed. He smirks at her all wide like the jackass that he is when she scrunches up her face like that. "Shit?" He fills it in just before their mouths mush together, and he kisses her hard. His fingers slide into the strands of her hair until she is melting into him as he melts into her.
He lets out a muffled, pleased sound as her tongue runs over his bottom lip, and his fingertips drag up her back over her spine before he turns her in the booth a bit.
His hand slides over the outside of her thigh openly. What? He doesn't care if he's allowed or not by the rest of the world....
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as;dlfka i love sarah and noah are the first to defile this comm with their sarah and noah-ness...Such a jackass.
But such a very good-looking one. She thinks she's committed every part of him to memory. Every laugh wrinkle, every nuance. She's about to say something else, when he steals the words away. A surprised yelp is masked by their kiss, her eyes fluttering shut. Fingers curling into the edge of his jacket, she pulls him closer to her, letting herself be turned to the side.
It isn't until his hand has slid over her thigh she pulls back with a hoarse laugh.
"Do you want us to get kicked out?" she asks.
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rjkel;a look someone needed to be the first to defile the commNoah has committed her to memory too, every single beautiful, sexy, attractive part of her. He is aware of. He loves, and he wants. He wants her anger and her laughter and her sadness and her desire and her hatred and her love. He wants her love most of all. Noah kisses her more deeply, swallowing that surprised yelp of hers as his hand slides further up her thigh. His fingertips press against her skin as he feels her fingers curl into the edge of his jacket.
He smirks against her lips at her hoarse laugh. His tongue darts out across her bottom lip as he smiles at her.
"No one's looking..." And he's shameless...
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He knows her weak spots far too well, and she's mush in two point five seconds. His hand slides up her thigh, and she's a goner. He has a way of drowning out the rest of the world, even when that world is a noisy bar.
"True as that may be..." Sarah's voice trails off breathlessly, pulling away from his mouth with concerted effort. Her cheeks far, far too flushed, she hops up to her feet. Her fingers lock with his once more, and she starts dragging him to one of the bathrooms.
Where they end up having sex, tbh.
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When they leave the bathroom, their hair and clothes are a mess, and they both look incredibly self satisfied. Noah has a smirk on his face as he walks out with his arm around her waist, pulling her in against him as they head out into the bar where the music is playing and there are drinks to be had.
His fingers trail up her spine as he smirks down at her, meeting her gaze.
"You want to have one last drink before we head back?"
One drink for the road, okay?
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So eventually, she just gives up, leaning into him as his arm wraps wraps around her waist. She elbows him gently. Does he always have to look so pleased with himself? Does he, though? She tries to be chastising too, but that doesn't work, so she'll give up as well, returning his smirk in spite of herself. "One last drink," she confirms by way of agreement.
For the road.
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He lifts chin up slightly as he surveys her (yes, he always has to look so pleased with himself), and then he laughs when she elbows him. His fingertips slide up the side of her body as his hand remains against her waist, and he is still smirking at her as they walk up to the bar. "You want your regular or something stronger?"
Noah knows she's had a rough night so maybe she's looking for a heavier drink though he is hoping he relaxed her plenty in the bathroom just now. He's feeling far more relaxed himself. He'll fix it up for her, because he likes to make her drinks when he can. He can feel the pick press against his bare chest underneath the shirt, and it makes him smile, a brief moment where he doesn't look like an all-too-pleased bastage.
It means so much to him that she gave that to him tonight.