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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 his attempt to try to teach the little kid a lesson even if he obviously got into a fight.
If he had walked away, the guy would've come after him as he was real pissed about losing, but...
He bites down on his lip, glancing up at Natalia's face hopefully. Don't be mad or disappointed or... fuck.
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Telling David not to get into fights while he looks the way he does might prove just a tad ineffectual, however well-intentioned Adam may be in his attempt. Still, she knows these things happen at bars, and she was the one who relented so that David could spend time with Rafe. Natalia places a hand on David's head, fingers ruffling his hair affectionately. "Why don't you go upstairs to check on Hope, see if she was tucked in okay?"
David takes his duties of protector of Hope seriously, so while reluctant to leave Adam, he nods and makes his way up the stairs.
Relieved he's away from the noisy area of the bar, she turns back to Adam. "You sure it isn't as bad as it looks? I can see the shiners all the way from here."
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He's got like another fucking sense here for sternness, and he can catch the way her sternness goes up a notch. Adam pushes himself up to his feet again with a wince before he releases a breath before he shakes his head after a second. His head tilts to the side a bit.
"I don't know. 've had worse." Given, he's died before that is not saying very much. "Look, I'm sorry. Didn't want the kid to see that. Whole reason I dragged that guy outside was cause he was trying to start shit in here where there's Hope and-- and David's at sometimes."
It just didn't help him avoid the fight altogether.
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Natalia inspects him for some time, and when she determines he's genuinely contrite, her lips tug slightly at the corners. She lifts her hand to grab his chin gently, moving his face to the side to inspect one of those shiners he's got blossoming over there.
"Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"
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"Yeah? I'd like that," he says, and he catches how her lips tug slightly at the corners. His gaze lingers, and a tiny smile edges across his face. "Thanks."