The Last Drop Grand Opening

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Who: Whoever would like to attend the grand opening mingle at the Last Drop
Where: Entertainment District – The Last Drop
What: The grand opening of the night club / bar
Warnings: Alcohol and low-level drugs




The Last Drop opens big and loud with neon lights and music that booms from within to be heard from the streets. There are two large bouncers at the door, but they were allowing people in very freely on this night until the room was at capacity then there would be a line. The bouncers only stop those who are already three-sheets to the wind and could cause trouble, but otherwise, they are there to break up trouble as the night wears on.

Inside, there was smoke machines, flashing lights, loud music and the drinks were flowing to anyone that wanted. There was plenty of dancing, some dart boards along the walls, a jukebox, tables and booths for patrons to have drinks and discuss business.

There are stairs that lead up to a second floor to one side of the bar, lights on the stairs. There were people lounging on the stairs and it seemed to be ‘employees only’. Patrons were allowed the lounge there as well if they were tired of dancing or the tables or booths were occupied.

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[ashaya]

[ he isn't surprised when the newest addition to the scene speaks, having detected his footfalls some ways off. unlike his human counterparts, he's got keen hearing. perhaps one could even hazard saying it's just about as sharp as his eyeliner at the moment.

either way, vash can get a good look at his profile in this half-light. his dark hair and dark eyes cut a contrast to the pale of his skin, somehow enhance the peculiar and pointed tip of his ear, the upward sweep of his brow. ]

Not usually, no. However, [ he quiets, pauses. the reason as to why he does becomes evident in the next few moments as he snaps shut his notebook and tucks it under his arm. he points to one cat that had fallen in the cast of vash's shadow earlier, a sleek looking thing with black and white patterning. it appears to mostly get around through the use of its other senses, its mouth parted to scent the air more efficiently. ] Age and injury reduces visual acuity significantly.

[ anyway, good question. what is he up to? well, whatever it is, it takes him a beat to answer. during that time, he holds out a hand to one of the cats nearest him, his dark eyes cast to its left in recognition of their reluctance to meet gazes directly. ]

I am observing their social hierarchies.

[ which seems true, but there's more to it than that based on their seeming familiarity with him. pay no mind to this grey tabby shoving forward to slam its head against his hand in a friendly greeting. ]

[skelters]

[ he's used to that, you know; it's almost a second nature by now after a century of it - cutting himself down into harmless noisy pieces that clatter and clunk awkwardly like a disjointed doll, letting his steps fall just on the too heavy side, quelling the flood rapid beat of heart (and always that secondary echo like a belated step in a dance, his twin shadow unseen at his heels) and always pretending to be much less (much, much more) than what he is.

his eyes behind the tinted glasses widen slightly, before vash's whole feature (eyes, brows, mouth) splits into a wide, delighted grin at the sight of the other. he remembers him, you see. vash has good memory for faces, even if he hasn't seen them in a while. ]

There's a lot of them here ... [ carefully, vash crouches low - settling on his haunches and extending a gloved hand out to one of the younger cats who step closer to his vicinity, curious. ] Do you feed them? Or do they just like you a lot?

[ashaya]

[ and it is an interesting thing, how one might adapt to the shape and circumstance of their surroundings; spock had learned early that one who tread light and sure was not as apt to be questioned by many. it was a decision and a defense, a choice and a shield. a consequence.

but, it is not a lack of recognition that too passes through him. for all the presumed impassivity that makes of a mask his face, there in the cast of light is the Human dark of his eyes. when he turns his head to look upon him, there too is the slight nod that follows. ]

Twenty-three at present, [ he supplies, his hand turning at the strange cat's insistence. it presses its sleek head into the softer valley of his palm. to spock, it relays nothing more than the simple and shapeless contentment that most animals like these often do. a vaguer sense of knowing, by scent and by sound. ]

As they are an unhoused domesticated species, consistent exposure and unconditional delivery of food stuffs has led to their gathering.

[ it is not necessarily a rebuff of the concept that they like him. more, it is a deflection. they are indeed lovely creatures in their own right, but to ascribe emotions to such creatures seems illogical to him. their perspectives are wholly different. ]