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[feintofhart]

Who: The Adults Of Aldrip
Where: A handy dandy bar!
What: Claude has collaborated with one of the local bar-owners to host a Chosen-only night for the adults of Aldrip to have a nice night away from the prying eyes of locals.
Warnings: Alcohol, drug-use, grown men making embarrassments of themselves, potential hand-holding.



Welcome one and all to a place where the Chosen are able to unbutton that top button, sit back, and relax, free of the badgering eyes of locals, and able to mingle amongst like minds! Your local Apothecarist, Claude von Riegan, came up with this idea with one of the local bar-owners as a good way to drum up business amidst the Chosen for a place for the Chosen and the Chosen alone to be able to shed some of that weight they've been carrying. Claude himself has made no secret of the fact that he's the one who put this shindig together, openly advertising it as something of his own creation, a community building effort for everyone to bond with one another in a context in which they're not forced to do so by threat of death or imprisonment.

For this evening, liquor has been put out for the Chosen to serve themselves, and runs freely enough that everyone will be able to drink their fill, though there's a table at the back of the room laden with all sorts of bar snacks to help fill people's bellies and soak up some of that liquor; flatbreads and fried delights, a generous selection of meats and cheeses, and confections enough to satisfy even the most demanding sweet tooth.

Along the south end of the bar there are a collection of booths, far enough away from the booming sound system to be able to chat quietly amongst themselves, if you're the more retiring sort and would just like to have a nice talk over a pint or two. In this area, you may also find a few hookahs at your disposal, filled with tobacco or hashish, courtesy of Claude himself -- though he hasn't shied away from cheekily including business cards at each table, advertising his place of business should you wish to purchase teas, salves, potions, and yes, all manner of smokable delights.

In the centre of the establishment, chairs and tables have been cleared away to make room for dancing, if you so please, with the sound system at the Chosen's disposal if they want to pump up the beats or put on a slow song to rock to and fro with a honey or two (or three?).

Lastly, there's a brand new karaoke machine that's been installed along the far east corner of the room, in case anyone would like to thoroughly embarrass themselves. What do you mean, you're a good singer? Then get out of here! You should know by now that that's not what the spirit of karaoke is about!

If there's anything else you would like added, dear player -- just write it in, and it's yours! Whatever can feasibly fit into a bar, you can assume it's present for all and sundry to enjoy.

Comments

[grappler]

[she'd kind of seen that of him, but... honestly? she knows looks can deceive. especially with people and all their fucking abilities here, she never knows what they've got going on.

doesn't mean she won't stop trying to challenge them, though.

she grins at him. even though her arm is straining a bit, she's not going to show it. yet.]

'Course. Wouldn't have lived this long if I wasn't.

[nilhilistic]

[ he nods approvingly. she has excellent arm strength and even he feels the push. rafal makes a note to rectify that at some point. that's why he likes challenges. they push him forward. ]

What sort of life did you lead that required such power?

[grappler]

[she shrugs. her arm is starting to strain a bit more, and he's gaining more leverage.

damn he's fucking strong]

Living on the streets and having to fight you out of a bunch of situations will do that to a person.

[and she's going to be pushing forward a bit more with her own strength...]

[nilhilistic]

[ ah. that sobers rafal up a little. ]

Yes, I can imagine.

[ tightening his grip, rafal starts to press. ]

In that case, I won't hold back.

[grappler]

[there's a few moments where they grasp hands there, and Vi starts to struggle. not long after that, her arm starts to slowly go backwards...

and then suddenly, she's lost.]

Shit--!

[she shakes her hand and arm out.]

You're really fucking strong!

[nilhilistic]

[ rafal does the same, rotating his arm a little. that felt good. he likes the push. ]

So are you. I wouldn't mind a rematch sometime.

[grappler]

[she rolls her shoulders, obviously preening at the compliment before she takes her drink and sips it.]

Sure. I'll make sure I work out a little bit harder between now and then.

I'm Vi, by the way.

[nilhilistic]

Rafal.

I'm a new arrival to this . . . place.

[ maybe he should have phrased that more nicely, but . . . it is what it is. ]

[grappler]

[she nods.]

You'll get used to it being fucked up eventually. Though depending where you're from, it might actually be like a vacation. I know some people think about it that way.

[nilhilistic]

I suppose it is quieter than a war.

Though I'm not any more familiar with . . . vacations.

[grappler]

Yeah. Vacations... not really used to 'em, either. But it might as well be compared to home.

[she pauses, and sighs quietly.]

A lot of people from here know about war, huh? Wonder if that's a coincidence or not.

[nilhilistic]

[ an interesting thought. rafal mulls over it. ]

I could not say. I'm far older than what I assume to be the average age of humans.

Wars are cyclical. So I see them come and go.

[grappler]

Yeah? You don't look like an old guy to me... so how old's old, then?

[that part was more interesting to her than the war thing, honestly.]

[nilhilistic]

[ again, he needs to think. he doesn't keep track of time very diligently. ]

I am at least over three thousand years old.

[grappler]

[??????

there's a long silence, and she looks him over. then she's gonna say the first thing on her mind:]

Guess you got good genes, then. A few thousand years old looks good on you.

[she doesn't say it in a flirty tone, more as if it's just a fact that needs to be said.]

[nilhilistic]

[ he's not wearing jeans . . . is he?? rafal puts that aside. ]

I am a dragon. We live for countless years.

[grappler]

Huh.

[magic, technology... all that shit isn't really her thing. at least he wasn't coming at her with that sort of comment at the beginning of her stay in Aldrip, or else she probably would've laughed at him.

now she just doesn't even feel surprised. funny what a year and a half does.]

You never know who the hell you're gonna talk to around here. Explains why you're so much stronger.

[nilhilistic]

[ he nods. ]

Yes. But as I said. You're quite strong too.

It was a good challenge. You can always become stronger.

[grappler]

[she grins.]

Of course I'll get stronger. You don't have to pat my ego.

[nothing keeps her down for that long as far as her strength is concerned.]

And then I'll have bragging rights that I beat a goddamn dragon one day.

[nilhilistic]

[ a low chuckle. ]

Something to look forward to.