The Last Drop Grand Opening

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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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[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.]

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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?

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[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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[ she does a poor attempt to wiggle her nose at him when he shoves a few strands of her hair behind her ear, then lowers her head down again so he can resume with the brushing. ]

I bet I can still squeeze in there with nooooo problem! If not, then you'll need a bigger desk.

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[He paused to look beyond her at the cramped area under his desk, though he had no doubt she could pretzel herself into that spot. There might not as much room for his legs as well, but that didn't matter.]

No doubt you could, yes. Is there a reason you'd want to when there are perfectly good rafters overhead?