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Silco ([personal profile] conflictresolution) wrote in [community profile] expiationlogs2024-05-26 08:15 pm

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.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4aGrN9ZBg0

rebellions: (no happy endings we die like men)

[personal profile] rebellions 2024-06-17 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ragna rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair. Look, even he's not that bad about it! But the only way "Jerry" and "fucking" should be ever brought up in the same sentence is the fact that he's trying to fuck the Chosen over (and usually succeeds). ]

Maybe, but I don't wanna have to think about that asshole any more than I absolutely need to.

[ Especially not in that context, okay.

Silco brings up a good point, however, and Ragna lifts his gaze up to stare at the ceiling as he considers it. ]


... I'm pretty sure there weren't any living humans at the city hall at the time, but we can probably rule him being a human out. Everyone here that's not a Chosen is kinda...

[ He trails off, not sure how to put it into words. Sure, their behavior is off, too, but it's more about their presence... their souls, for the lack of a better word. The man just shrugs, deciding to leave that alone. ]

Either way, if I really did blow him into smithereens, then I'm surprised he had nothing to say about it.