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The Last Drop Grand Opening

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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[There were options, but Silco wasn't certain that there was a good candidate yet. He would know them when he met them, of course. Vash was on a list of people he didn't hate and was intriguing but the young man didn't not have the disposition to run things. Maybe run away.]

I'm not certain he has the necessary meddle to handle such an endeavor. He seems to avoid long-term responsibility.

[He did find it interesting that Jinx would give Vash an approval at all. He glanced up at her in the rafters.]

He's met your approval, has he?

Uh-huh!

[ she lifts a hand and uses each digit to count out vash's wonderful qualities, whether her father can see them from a distance or not. ]

He's a pushover, a "yes" man, pathetic, easily manipulative, a wuss, happy-go-lucky, and does whatever I say, so Jinxie likey. He'd be waaaaaaay better than the old Ogre...! You'll see.

[ his daughter shifts in her hammock to now sit upright, her legs dangling as she preps herself to hop down to his desk — and also giving him a head ups to move his belongings. ]

His whacko brother is gone, too. So, that's a thorn outta my side and an additional plus!

[Well, at least Vash met Jinx's approval for being walked all over, and while that was amusing and easy to keep in line, it wasn't the kind of person that he needed in charge of running important aspects of his growing empire.

Unfortunately for Jinx, Silco needed a Sevika, not a push over.]

I need someone who follows orders but can make decisions without constantly having to come to me. Unfortunately, I don't believe that Vash has the ability to commit to anything but whimsy.

[Yet, he knew there was something more to Vash. He just hadn't been able to unearth it to the surface yet. Richard on the other hand... that could be someone he would like to put into a position of power to see how the man did.]

I didn't dislike his brother. He had a lot to offer. You didn't like him as he offered competition for the most heinous of acts on the streets. [Said with a fondness only a father could have for their child.]

[ ah, poor vash. maybe with proper training, he could be the man silco dreams for, but with how things are, who has the time to teach puppies how to play fetch and roll over? she certainly doesn't, nor does she have the patience. it takes a very unique individual for jinx to make extra room for her already busy schedule.

the girl frowns over the commendation of knives, and she rolls her eyes in a typical teenager manner with a dramatically head tilt. ]

Nooooo, it was because he was crazy!! [ pot meet kettle. ] — Only insane lunatics kill people all willy-nilly without a purpose. Those people are dangerous and can't be trusted. You bring him in, and he'll betray you the moment he sees an opening.

[ a brief pause, as she trims down her theatrics and says with a smoother tone: ]

I'm just looking out for you. I do a lotta stakeouts, so... I know how to spot all the rust in cogs and junk.

[Little did either of them know was that Vash was triple their age, which would turn Silco off even more if he knew. He had learned to deal with plenty of immature individuals in his lifetime out of the need to use them for his cause, but that one... might be a lost case.

He raised his eyebrow at her claim Knives was crazy. Demented maybe but insane? He was still on the fence about that.] To play devil's advocate, he had been transported here and hadn't coped well with his arrival. Besides, he said he hated humans, which seems cause enough.

[He hadn't made assessment enough to determine if loyalty was a priority for Knives. He might never find out and that was a shame.]

I appreciate you watching my back. I've recruited a considerable amount to our cause, so I have experience weeding out the bad cogs in our machine. Three eyes are better than one.

[You know, since he only had one fully functioning eye, that's all he could contribute.]

[ feeling she gave her father enough of a warning, jinx throws herself off of the rafters and lands poorly on his writing desk. a few of his paperwork breeze away from the table and onto the floorboards, but all in all, most of the things are still in tact. her sea of open blue hair mask most of his other work, however jinx doesn't seem to care much of it, as she cocks her head to one shoulder — ogling her father inquisitively. ]

So let's smash our three eyes together. Vash is out, soooo... who's next on the list? — Ragna's already our bodyguard, so he's out too.

[Warning enough, indeed. Silco was so used to this behaviour that he only had to watch her descent and turned in his chair to face her new position. A few scattered papers were nothing new and even less bothersome to him. She missed sitting on the Piltover valuables, and he reached out to push them to the left so there was no risk of her coming into contact with them by accident.

He met her gaze evenly.] Ragna also wouldn't want actual responsibility; doesn't he also have a church now? [He thought a moment.] Your appraisal of Ange the demon summoner? There are also two members of royalty who recently arrived, no crown upon their heads yet.

[ at the mention of ange, jinx leans back on her hands and gazes back up to her perch — as if she's reminiscing an old friend who passed away so very long ago. ]

Aaaah, Grets. She's a babe, but reaaallly not into the "fun" stuff. It's always, "Jinx, don't do this. Jinx, don't do that. Think of the people you might affect when you blow them up!"

[ her mocking her friend's scold suddenly leads her into remembering something. ]

... Aw, shoot. I was supposed to let her know whenever I did something — [ jinx lifts a hand, then wiggles her index and middle to do air quotes.] — "bad". Guess no treat for me this time!

[ his daughter doesn't sound that brokenhearted about the whole ordeal, especially when there's a smirk curling over her lips. ]

But Royals, huh? What good will they do?

[The whole 'not into fun stuff' made her someone that he expected he could run a right ship here, and that's what he was looking for. If she ever managed to summon a demon, she would be useful to have around to protect their interests as well. Either way, few seemed to mess around with Ange and Jinx already enjoyed tormenting her.]

So she meets your approval. You do enjoy harassing her from what I've seen, so keeping her close would provide opportunities to do so more regularly.

[He wasn't certain how royalty worked in other worlds. The two here appeared to be playing a game with limited end, though he hadn't devised what they wanted. He wasn't certain they knew what they wanted either.]

They know how to sit pretty and give orders, I assume. You and I wouldn't know; we're sumprats to them.

[ to show of her understanding, jinx points her index and middle fingers to both of her eyes and then to his, indicating, "keep an eye on her by keeping her close, got it!". she then shimmies a little more into her seat and closes the gap between them, dropping her head against his temple as she inspects the dirt underneath her nails.]

Hm, I think they're the real sumprats. I bet if you toss them into a scrap, they won't survive two seconds out there. Royals need to learn how to fight, right? Isn't that how that goes?

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[He nodded his head at her non-verbal gesture, and he expected that there were other candidates to consider. He expected that Ange might be one of the better fits, but he likely had to keep things above board for her. She didn't strike him as the type who would engage willing with crime.

He remained where he was, letting her lean in on him. It was a comfort to have her here and discussing business.]

Hmm, one might but the Council is still out on the other. [He shrugged one shoulder.] The question remains if they have it in them to make a play for power.

[ the cogs in her mind revolves again, and her eyes drift off to her hands and then to his. she soaks up how their complexions differ from one another, and the lifetime between them. jinx had taken in their divergence possibly a thousand times, but it's something she has yet to grow weary of observing over.

and despite the duo being from different generations, they're still aligned and united — even with so many new people being involved in their personal lives. in fact, sometimes it's a little weird talking about other people who aren't just the two of them (or sevika or piltover). time really has changed and shaped since their stay here, but at least she can still lean against him like this, and have reserved quiet moments just for them. his daughter stretches over to take a hold of his hand, using her own fingernail to pick off any dirt underneath his. ]

... You think we'll ever find the Council? Maybe they're hiding somewhere in those other cities we haven't visited yet.

[Silco considered her question for a long silent moment, staring off across the room as he played all angles of the words over. It was likely supposed to be nothing more than a yes or no question, but it was rather loaded and the implications were varied and complicated.

He didn't refuse her taking his hand, letting her do as she pleased as he continued to think. Her little acts of grooming and taking care of him were no longer strange after all their time together, and she was the only one he let do so.]

I don't actually know if there is a Council to find. This place may manifest something meant to be, but whether it is an entity that actually exists remains to be seen. City Hall remains the hub of their power, and we should remain focused on that for now.

And they haven't bothered you any, right? I just wanna make sure.

[ finishing picking dirt with one hand, jinx reaches over to his other and does the same thing. she knows her father will let her know if the council, or in this case, jerry came to him recently, but life in aldrip get extremely busy, and some events do tend to fall underneath the cracks. ]

... When I'm done, do you want to brush my hair?

No, I have avoided their scrutiny for the time being. I keep my dealings as close to board as possible currently.

[He gave up his other hand for her inspection, moving the one she had already worked on up to look at. Then he set it on the desk, pushing a piece of paper with his index finger. He expected that the Council or whoever ran this show would find a way to interfere, but he would deal with that when it occurred.]

I can, yes. Are you planning on sleeping here tonight?

Only if you are!

[ she smiles warmly to him after she finishes picking at his last fingernail. then steadily, jinx shimmies herself to perch on the arm rest of his chair, moving her long pool of hair to hang on the other shoulder. ]

I mean... Iiiiii might stay over even if you don't. Somebody's gotta watch over the place after it's first big night. Can't have the drunkards get all kooky and sleep it off here.

I will be here late to survey the damage, so there may not be a point going home for sleep.

[He had a perfectly functional chair here, which he had slept in more often than not. So it was more than likely he would sleep here in his favorite chair.

He waited for Jinx to settle on her perch before he reached up to help with her hair as it cascaded from her shoulder to his lap. With practiced ease, he grasped the long strands and spread them across his lap, over the other arm of the chair and over the other side before putting it up to pool more in his lap until he had the latest few inches in one hand and reached for the brush with the other. Methodically, he began the long process of brushing her hair. Never had he thought or cared to ask her to cut it.]

No, we can't set the precedence of allowing the drunks to sleep on the floor. It is best they find a part of the street if not their own homes. I trust you will usher some out in your own way?

Mmhmm...

[ she purrs smoothly as she shuts her eyes, feeling the light tugs of the brushwood straightening the tail ends of her locks. jinx knows, ultimately, she'll need to slither down to sit at his feet when he reaches the mid-point section of her hair, but for now, she'll wait until her father signals her to. with her hands resting on her lap, she smiles placidly and hums an airy-like melody to fill their silence. and soon, the melody comes with words: ]

♪ First, you made for me a river,
so I would have water.
Made for me a garden,
so I would have earth.

Hmmm, Mmmm,
But I'm so lonely,
so lonely.
Hmmm, Mmmmm,
When everything dies,
can you stay with me? ♪

[Methodically, Silco worked his hands in unison to brush to locks out inch by inch. It seemed fitting to be participating in this activity on the first night of the Last Drop being open; he had done this on the first night he had swept in and taken over the Last Drop in The Lanes. Her hair had been much shorter, and her traumas had been much more obvious.

He listened to her sing as he worked, remembering her tiny trembling shoulders as she sat in his lap, wiping tears and snot from her face as he brushed out her hair. It had been the second comfort he had ever offered, and now it was practically engrained in a sort of tradition that they had. Missions, tinkering projects, politics and everything else the world through at them had reduced how often this activity happened, but he couldn't think of a time he denied it.

He worked up her hair with longer brush strokes, letting the brushed ends over the arm of the chair and worked his way up. He paused to untangle some snaggles by hand before continuing. Once they reached the moment he was at her mid-back, he paused to touch her elbow to signal for her to take a seat either in his lap or on the floor.]

[ the gentle touch of him to her skin pulls her from her own spell, but it's only brief. carefully, she shimmies down to his feet, and sits cross-legged on the floorboards. all the while, the calming smile never once leaves her face and closes her eyes again: ]

♪ Could you give to me desire?
So I would have fire?
Fill my lungs with air,
I'll be a perfect lover. ♪

[ this time as opposed to sitting entirely still, she lightly rocks from side to side with her arms expanding out — fixating on the melody that's murmur inside her mind. ]

[He withdrew the brush as she moved, while the other hand kept a hold of her hair halfway so that it wouldn't slip off of his lap with her motions. He parted his legs so she could settled her back against the chair if she so choose to, allowing his knees to frame around her shoulders.

He smoothed and arranged the locks to both pool in his lap and over the side of the chair. That done, he returned to brushing where he left off from the crown of her head and down, the length of the brush strokes increasing to the full length of his arm. At this point, there were few tangles aside from her bangs which were not hard to smooth out.

That point onwards it was simply Silco brushing her hair and listening to her tune, his thoughts shifting to the necessary decisions to keep this life for them secure here.]

[ her singing stops, and she opens her eyes — inspecting the empty space underneath his desk where she used to stay the majority of her time in during her youth. his daughter cocks her head slightly to one side, and then says: ]

... My drawings are still there.

[ she figured it would have faded away after so many years, but it seems her oil crayons weren't the crappy kind after all. ]

[Silco didn't pause the brushing despite her singing stoppage, but his hand did pause at the mention of her drawing. He looked to the space where his feet would go, aware of every scratch and scribble in that space. When she refused to be apart from him in the early tumultuous days, that's where she would end up most of the time.

He made a low hum sound to acknowledge her statement.]

The desk is exactly as it was in Zaun, so yes.

[He kept his own spaces generally very clean. He had made a point to never clean those areas for the risk of removing her developing art.]

You used to sleep in there. And draw. And eat sometimes.

[The early days. Her confidence had grown over the days, weeks, and months that she had come to his care. Her independence now was a sign that he had done right by them both back then, letting her know he was there regardless of what nook or cranny she had wedged herself into.]

Yeah...

[ her voice trails off as her mind takes a trip down through memory lane, recalling a lot of sobbing and clinging onto silco's pants leg whenever he sat down so she had something to hold on to. jinx wets her chapped lips and then tilts her head up to her father, eyes big and filled with curiosity. ]

Did that ever bothered you?

[He was still brushing her hair, working his way back down towards the tips of the incredibly long blue locks. He paused as her head tipped back, then he reached out to tug her hair so it didn't bunch at the nape of her neck.]

No, it never did. You needed time and space to cope with the loss of your sister and Vander. [He used a finger to push some of her bangs behind an ear.] It did complicate some meetings when you were sleeping on my legs; however, it made those I was meeting far more uncomfortable so I still considered it a win.

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