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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Comments

[enthraller]

[Saralegui truly is a politician at heart. He was born for it, in the most literal sense – it had to be more nature over nuture, given he sure as hell wasn't raised or taught anything with the intent of ruling in mind.]

And yet you call yourself a bad person. Does that make you an anti-hero, then?

[conflictresolution]

By the standards of the law forced upon us, I am a very bad person. But do I care? No. I do what I do for my people, and I dedicated my life to setting them free.

[And he would do whatever was necessary - or so he thought - until the day that he died. It turned out he had to face his own weakness before he died and then accept living with it for the few hours before he was killed. He was amused by the irony of it, living parallel with Vander in the end.]

[enthraller]

[Saralegui eyes the man as he listens, expression carefully controlled to give nothing away but polite interest.]

Free from what?

[conflictresolution]

[He brought his glass to his lips to have a sip, watching the younger man over the rim of it.]

Slavery, oppression, exploitation. It's a story as old as time I imagine.

[enthraller]

You sound more like a king than a businessman.

[It's neither sarcasm or complimentary, just pure observation before he continues sipping at his drink.]

[conflictresolution]

That can't be true. My bloodline is far too muddy. Business is where I am at my best.

[He tilted his head in consideration.]

What of you? Aside from leaving this place, you have life goals?

[enthraller]

[Saralegui huffs an amused breath into his glass at that. It just seems an ironic thing to say to him, a king born a bastard.]

I have goals that can only be accomplished when I return home. There are people that depend on me, others who would take advantage of my absence for their own gain, and an opportunity that isn't likely to come again. This place serves only to threaten everything I've ever worked for.

[It's a little dizzying to think of the fresh family drama that also awaits him whenever he returns home, but he's been trying not to dwell on all that. Thinking about his mother only leaves him feeling angry and miserable and unwanted.]

[conflictresolution]

That sounds correct regarding this place. Perhaps if you atone for the sin you are accused of they will let you go.

[He wouldn't know. He didn't actually know of anyone who had tried. The Chosen in general were a eclectic group who followed heroics more than rules. Still, it was a potential option.]