The Last Drop Grand Opening

[conflictresolution]

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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[enthraller]

[There's a satisfied tinge to his smile as Richard follows him to where the crowd is thinner. His powers really do suit him – he doesn't even need them to enthrall someone.]

Yes, though I can't claim much more experience even with an escort.

[At the edge of the crowd, it's a little easier to breathe. As unfamiliar as he is with places like this, Saralegui seems perfectly at ease, leaning back against the wall.]

But I'm surprised. You don't seem like you'd be interested in this social a setting.

[traumaticus]

[As much as it pains for Richard to admit it: he is hardly immune to Saralegui's charms. Especially when he feels the dreadful vines approaching, ready to coil and bind him with their barbs. So, in away Saralegui does appear as light cutting through the darkness, guiding him out of the dangers of the forest.]

Truly so? I am a knight and duke, your grace. I am used to banquets and gatherings of all sorts.

[enthraller]

Oh? Do you like to dance, then?

[The music that plays in here likely isn't the sort either of them are used to, but Saralegui is adaptable. He offers a pale hand, bright in the dim dinginess of the bar, but it's only an offer. He won't touch first.]

[traumaticus]

[Richard lowered his gaze to look at the hand offered to him, brows knitting in a small frown. It might look like for a second that he was going to accept the invitation, but instead he just gives the young king a bow.]


Only when necessary. I am a poor dancer, your grace. Something my wife would attest to were she here.

[enthraller]

[Damn, dropping the wife card on him, huh? His smile doesn't falter, but his brows arch up slightly, hand still outstretched.]

Poor at dancing, or just poor at leading? I can certainly handle that part.

[traumaticus]

[What do you mean? Every real king needs to have a queen!

Richard looks back down at Saralegui's hand, the harsh features of his expression deepening. He let's the moment hang for maybe a little too long, making it seem like he's flat outright refusing the offer. But then, silently, he places his own gloved hand on top of Saralegui's.

Go ahead I guess??]

[enthraller]

[Saralegui's grin widens for a moment, sly and satisfied, and then he's whisking Richard awake into a dance, smoothly taking the other hand and depositing it onto his shoulder in the same movement.

He doesn't know anything about this world's dances, or what people would normally do to this kind of music. But he and Richard seem to be from the same sort of place, so the dances he's most familiar with would probably be more comfortable for the awkward older man anyway. He leads them into a lively sort of waltz to match the high-energy of the bar's music.]

[traumaticus]

[The smugness on Saralegui's face is met with a pronounced frown and subtly narrowing eyes as he guides their bodies into the dance position. It's not a form that Richard himself is familiar with, if anything it makes him think of the peasant celebrations .

It's too bad that waltz didn't make it to higher society and royal courts until couple centuries after Richard's own time.

His body is stiff as Sara leads them to the dance, movements tense and awkward. Yeah.. he wasn't lying about his dancing skills being poor.]