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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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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