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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[notthekingpin]

[ Matt follows, keeping up easily, of course. He appreciates that Richard is willing to acknowledge his independence, though his wording could use some finetuning. ]

So what brought you out here tonight? I assume your first thought wasn't "I'm going to go stand around in the middle of a dance floor awkwardly."

[traumaticus]

[Look, the most blind people Richard's encountered in his life were either elderly or then who's sight was damaged in battle or so and who relied help from others. Or the unfortunate beggars crawling in the street of London, crying for alms. Out of those, his companion would fit the middle category the best. He did not seem to be afflicted by the plague and he overall seemed to be around the same age as him.

Richard slides on the stool set around the booth and places the whiskey glass on the table. Why had he come here, indeed? Everyone could tell that he was out of his element in a place like this. Hell, even a blind person could see it.]

For no particular reason. [He admits, raising his glass to take a sip of the liquid. Thanks to his prior meeting with Silco, where man had offered him whiskey, he knew what to expect taste-wise and braced himself for the hit of hard liquor]

What of you? I would have not expected to meet someone without sight in a place like this.

[notthekingpin]

[ Matt slides into the other side of the booth and folds up his cane. He shrugs at the question. ]

I lost my sense of sight, not my sense of fun.

[traumaticus]

And what would that 'fun' be that you're looking for here?

[Because yeah, Richard's not sure what kind of pleasure a place like that has been constructed to assault every possible sense a person has would bring to a blind.]

[notthekingpin]

The vibes are good. And the music isn't bad. Sometimes it's just nice to be around other people, don't you think?

[ Don't have to see for any of that. ]

[traumaticus]

[Richard raises a questioning brow at that statement. Because really? He might not know what the man means by this whole "vibes"-thing, but as for music?]

It's loud. [And that's his estimation of it!]

[notthekingpin]

[ Matt laughs at the irony of someone with normal hearing telling him something is loud. ]

That's the point.