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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Alek's doesn't make it a point to come to the bar much, either.

For one, it's Adam's stomping ground, and he tries avoiding Adam as studiously as possible. Then again, today he got into a brawl to defend Adam', so there's really no telling where his head is at most of the time. He hates his older brother but he also doesn't, and he hates that even more. So he's all sulky at the bar, his face riddled with bruises that are turning a nasty shade of purple.

Hi Faye.

She doesn't notice him until she turns back for another drink. Unable to hide the amusement from her face, she gets her drink and moves down the bar to where he's sat.

"You look like shit." She can be deliriously charming when she wants to, but it's Alek and he already knows how to see through her bullshit so she won't bother trying it on him.

Plus, he does look like shit.

A mirthless snort spills from his lips. There are very few people he'd be okay with joining him right now, with the foul mood he's in, and Faye's one of them. Alek pulls back the ice that had been resting on his eye, which will give Faye an even better idea of how busted up he is at the moment.

"You always know what to say to a gentleman, Faye."

The last thing he looks like right now is a gentleman, but perhaps that is why he says it.

"If I see a gentleman around here, I'll be sure to let him know." She shoots back as she takes the ice pack from him and reapplies it, shifted just a little. Because he clearly was holding it wrong. She's bossy, but he's probably used to that by now.

"This is where you tell me I should see the other guy. Unless you are the other guy this time."

There's the faintest wince, but he leans into the ice pack gratefully.

"No, you really should see the other guy," Alek mutters. It's not just to save face, either. Once Alek gets going, his focus can be frighteningly driven. It just doesn't make him feel better. It reminds him too much of every time he'd come home from school after a fight, and his mother would give him a look. Not of anger, but disappointment.

She'd always said a great warrior isn't measured by the battles he's won or the strength of his fists; a great warrior knows the difference between fighting for a reason and fighting for self-indulgence. "And what are you talking about? I'm a gentleman! Sorta."

He opens the doors for her and stuff.

She continues to hold the ice in place for him, reaching with her free hair to comb his hair back from the bruised and broken skin. It's an intimate touch for her, meant to be comforting, but Faye doesn't offer comfort to many.

"Alright, sorta." She concedes with a little laugh bubbling up. "So are you going to tell me what happened or what?"

"Believe it or not, it wasn't my fault this time."

Much like Faye does not allow herself to comfort many, Alek does not allow himself to be comforted by many. Maybe that's why it's easier with her. He leans into her touch, jaw locking at the reminder. "Some assholes lost a poker game to Adam, and they were too drunk to be reasonable about it."

"You were fighting with Adam but not fighting with Adam?" She can't help the small smile. "If you were both in it, yeah I feel sorry for whatever you left of the guy."

Alek makes a face. He doesn't like admitting that he cares about Adam. Something to do with his emotional constipation, and it's also why he glowers at that small smile of hers. Of course, his face looks ridiculous at the moment, so it's hardly threatening.

"People that can't handle their liquor shouldn't drink it to begin with."

And he doesn't even mean lightweights. He means people who drink and get really, really nasty.

"Hmm.." Faye mused at his comment, seeming to roll it over in her mind. "If we imposed a rule like that, places like this would probably go out of business." She's joking, of course, but she thinks that maybe he could use a bit of distraction from his anger.

"Want to get out of here? Get some air for a minute? I'll even keep you company." Just a walk around the block or something. She figures he may need time to clear his head and a noisy bar wasn't going to do that all that well.

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