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expiationlogs2024-05-26 08:15 pm
conflictresolution) wrote in 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
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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[ 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.
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[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?
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[ 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? ♪
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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.]
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♪ 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. ]
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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.]
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... 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. ]
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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.]
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[ 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?
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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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I bet I can still squeeze in there with nooooo problem! If not, then you'll need a bigger desk.
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No doubt you could, yes. Is there a reason you'd want to when there are perfectly good rafters overhead?