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Beer, Whiskey, Weed? [OPEN]
Topic Started: Tuesday, 30. September 2014, 18:02 (5,250 Views)
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For a second Tristan looked surprised, but then laughed. Of course the guy could speak German, he was the Ghoul of a rather German family, unless "Andrasko" didn't sound that German. About the "no test" he just shrugged. whatever, he had nothing to hide, they can test as much as they like.

You made clear the time of your Domina is mostly filled with her duty, so I wouldn't dare to waste her time. I'm sure, if Miss Andrasko-Blücher sees a need for a meeting, she will let me know.

The Brujah spoke German too, a very pure German, no trace of a regional dialect in it, almost like someone, who learnt it as a second language, not speaking his mothertongue.
Again he was serious about his words, no mockery, he knew how demanding the security duties were. How many times Ben had to cancel things they wanted to do together, because of his duty?
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"Ah no lad, I'm afraid we don't have an Allan Brown on our books. Ye may have been given the wrong address. As fer me teeth, well. They impress a certain kind o'girl I'm inte so I figured what they hell. Got permanent dental caps put in. Cost a pretty penny but it was worth it."

He grinned and threw a wink Reggie's way. Implying of course that the red and black clad barmaid was one of those girls that the fangs turned on. He clapped a hand down on the bar and chuckled warmly, looking over Michael. As far as he could tell the man was just a mortal who wandered into the wrong place. Allan Brown wasn't a vampire that he had heard about. He pursed his lips in thought.

"I'm afraid the Club rules say ye can't remain without being the guest o'a member. But I think we can be nice enough te serve ye a beer before we send ye on yer way. I've got a pamphlet fer a charity gala being held soon. All comers welcome. If yer interested in that. It's fer Gender and Sexual Equality. Should be a good time."

He would go over to the bulletin board and fetch Michael one of the pamphlet's if the man was interested. After all, pimping Veronicka's event to mortals wouldn't hurt. The boy might find himself someone's meal but he also might just have a good time. There was no harm in letting a mortal have himself an enjoyable evening. He felt a bit bad about having to kick the fellow out, but there was just too much of a risk he'd have to kill him if he stuck around and discovered things he wasn't meant too.
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"Ah no lad, I'm afraid we don't have an Allan Brown on our books. Ye may have been given the wrong address. As fer me teeth, well. They impress a certain kind o'girl I'm inte so I figured what they hell. Got permanent dental caps put in. Cost a pretty penny but it was worth it."

Michael tilts his head acceptingly of that -- a wrong address is really the only answer. "Sorry to bother you then." He gives the fanged fellow another smile, friendly and warm, a 'no hard feelings' sort of expression. "Nice place you got here, bet your members love it."

Word the teeth are permanent gains Lynx a surprised look from the American. "Doesn't that make it hard to eat?" Then he tacks on belatedly, "If you don't mind me asking. I think I'd end up biting the hell out of my own lips."

The significance of the wink between Lynx and Reggie is grasped immediately, and Michael gives a little nod of understanding, expression serious. The lovely lady bartender is taken.

"I'm afraid the Club rules say ye can't remain without being the guest o'a member. But I think we can be nice enough te serve ye a beer before we send ye on yer way. I've got a pamphlet fer a charity gala being held soon. All comers welcome. If yer interested in that. It's fer Gender and Sexual Equality. Should be a good time."

The offer makes his smile return. "That'd be great, thanks."

Mention of a gala clearly catches his interest. "Huh, yeah. That sounds good. A good cause, too." While waiting for the pamphlet, he takes a seat at the bar. This time the smile he gives Reggie is only that: Just a smile, no flirtiness or playfulness at all.
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Reggie's attention wandered over towards the table when she heard the German being spoke. Not something she was used to. But she skittishly looked back at Lynx and the stranger when fangs were discussed.

She caught Lynx's drift and she nodded her head slowly, showing a sultry look on her face. Yup, loved those fangs. Weak in the knees it made her, sure thing. Yup.

Lynx offered the man a beer, okay then. Reggie smiled back at the stranger and pulled out the list of available lagers.

"These are the beers we have, love. We have Guinness on tap, otherwise its a bottle." She got a cheeky grin as she said "Being from across the pond, you might not recognize what we have in stock here; we only serve good beer" Reggie giggled and gave him a playful wink.

American beer is like having sex in a canoe; their both fucking close to water...
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At the shrug, Oliver's brow creased slightly. He had given his word, hadn't he? Nevertheless, he decided not to take offence, and went on to listen to the equally fluent German.

"You made clear the time of your Domina is mostly filled with her duty, so I wouldn't dare to waste her time. I'm sure, if Miss Andrasko-Blücher sees a need for a meeting, she will let me know."

He nodded. "As you wish then, Sir. But should you ever change your mind, or find yourself in need of assistance, you have my number," he said, still serious as well, if a hint more at ease.

For though he thought to have done a good job of it - Oliver 0.1 beta fully activated -, there had been some anxiety at meeting the Kindred. No matter how well intentioned they might be, the Beast was the Beast: it had no Master... or Mistress. This he was well placed to know. And so, seeing as his meeting was proceeding smoothly, he felt some encouragement in the idea that he may yet have befriended the Brujah.

Of course, Oliver was perfectly inept at friendship, for the simple reason that, as he'd never seen any logical reason in having any, well he had no experience in how to go about making them. Business was one thing, but just... to be with someone for no other reason than to be with someone? This baffled his mind. Time was precious, the Tzimisce were plotting and scheming. Friendship was a human need to fill their wasted existences. He was Ventrue, and had work to do...

With family, it was different, of course.

"I won't take more of your time, Sir. As I am certain that you must be very busy," he then added, standing and taking his drink. He inclined his head respectfully. "It was a pleasure seeing you again, and I hope that your stay continues to be pleasant," he added sincerely. "If you will excuse me, Mr. Gersdorff?"
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"These are the beers we have, love. We have Guinness on tap, otherwise its a bottle."

They have so many they need to keep a written list? Michael's eyebrows go up in surprise; he smooths his expression as soon as he realizes he's making it, but there's plenty of time for anyone watching to catch his reaction. He glances at the list, but doesn't even bother to check it for the brands he's familiar with. If this place stocks Bud or Coors, he'll eat the paper the list is written on.

"Being from across the pond, you might not recognize what we have in stock here; we only serve good beer"

Michael clutches his chest, staggering on the chair and then slumping down to the bar. "You wound me," he claims, sounding anything but offended by that. Nevermind that her words are perfectly accurate. He offers the list back to her with a smile. "Surprise me?" he requests. "I trust your taste."
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Lynx caught the look that Michael threw Reggie and then his knowing nod and considered something. He didn't want to cockblock Reggie after all. She could use something she was allowed to have fun with. He leaned down and whispered in the man's ear.

"She's not taken. She's just kinkier than she looks."

He claps the man on the shoulder and walks over to the bulletin board where he snags one of Veronicka's pamphlet's and walks back over. He wasn't in a huge rush to get the man gone. He figured it would look a bit odd if they frantically tried to rush him out of the club. So he leaned against the bar and considered the man's questions.

"Ye get used te eating around them. Biting is what they're fer after all. Just takes a bit o'practice is all. I'll admit I've bitten both me lip and me tongue a time er two. But when ye run inte a girl who wants te be bitten, well, nothing does a better job."

He grinned in amusement. This was probably one of the most bizarre deceptions he'd attempted to pull off. He wondered if this was how Jason felt. Dealing with all those Twihards who flocked to his rugged looks and fangs. Giving them their "authentic night of vampire passion" and letting them think their fetish and a bit of necking is what got them off so bad. The poor kid had no idea just how good these odd fangs could make him feel, and with luck he wouldn't find out.

So Lynx slid the pamphlet over to him.
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Tristan got up too, when Fidel did and nodded. I appreciate your offer, Fidel, thank you.

He extended his hand over to the Ghoul offering a handshake. He wasn't too sure, how much this time might have benn "order" but anyway, he felt like he learned at least a bit more of the truth.

Have a safe return home and please pass my respectful regards to Miss Andrasko-Blücher.

Maybe he should call Mohawk now? Why not? The guy would be a nice reward for today.
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"She's not taken. She's just kinkier than she looks."

At his whisper, Lynx gets a surprised look from Michael, then he chuckles as his shoulder is clasped. He turns his attention to the pretty barkeep as Lynx leaves to get the pamphlet, waiting for his beer.

"Ye get used te eating around them. Biting is what they're fer after all. Just takes a bit o'practice is all. I'll admit I've bitten both me lip and me tongue a time er two. But when ye run inte a girl who wants te be bitten, well, nothing does a better job."

Michael accepts the pamphlet when Lynx returns with it, skimming it and then folding it so he can tuck it into a pocket. He nods to the logic about the fangs. "Yeah, I could see that." He settles back against the bar, considering Lynx. "I don't run into too many people who get off on biting-- I mean, not biting like that," he nods at the bar's owner. "But if someone was into the vampire thing? They'd be all over you." He's thoughtful a moment, then goes on. "The Twilight thing died down on the other side of the ocean. It still big over here?"
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Reggie smiled impishly at the American. "You should trust it... I taste delicious."

She gave Lynx the what are you on about narrow-eyes after he whispered in the other man's ear. Hm.

Reggie started to hum to herself as she poured out a pint of Guinness for the stranger. "Here you are love, straight from the tap" she handed it over to him and hovered there waiting for him to try it.

The movement over at the table caught her eye and she glanced over at Oliver and the other man, surprised that their meeting (or whatever) was over already. No refills for them then.

The fresh-faced young ghoul crossed her arms and tilted her head back to the American man. She'd get him a more girly beer if he couldn't handle the Irish stout.
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"You should trust it... I taste delicious."

"I bet you do," Michael replies without missing a beat, sounding like he believes her word on that. Though he looks her up and down, his interest in her is more clearly a play-act, the wolfy grin he flashes all tooth. Mortal tooth, so quite a bit less impressive than might be if made by others here.

"Here you are love, straight from the tap"

Beer is not supposed to be black.

He accepts the mug without protest though, and drinks a slug of it, then wipes the foam off his upper lip with the back of his other hand. He doesn't miss that she's hovering and likely waiting for his reaction, and keeps a straight face with much effort. The hell with its color, that's not how beer's supposed to taste! "Not my first time," he tells her, adding a note of apology into his voice. "I could yell 'Blech!' and scrub my tongue clean if you like?" he offers, sounding genuine and adding on another smile, though the corners of his mouth still twitch as he hides his true reaction to the flavor.
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"I appreciate your offer, Fidel, thank you."

"My pleasure, Sir," Oliver replied with a cordial smile. Yes, this was going well indeed.

When the hand was offered, the ghoul didn't hesitate. In his world, rare were the Kindred who shook a ghoul's hands - and he appreciated the gesture more than he'd have admitted it to himself. He made sure to try and conceal his trouble under another smile as he offered a solid handshake in return. It reminded him of when he'd been... not Fidel.

"Have a safe return home and please pass my respectful regards to Miss Andrasko-Blücher."

"Thank you, Sir. I will." he paused a moment. "And have a nice presentation," he offered in return, with another respectful inclination of his head, before turning and stepping away.

Oliver needed fresh air, all of a sudden; but he would introduce himself properly to Miss Sherwood's ghoul, he decided when he saw her glancing his way - as well, he would take the opportunity to say his goodbyes to Mr. O'Rourke. After all, as they had welcomed him warmly, it was only good manners to do so.

As he drew near the bar, he began to hear the conversation there... and was just in time to catch the young woman's confused look, which she directed at the Gangrel. Slightly curious as to what was going on, his eyes moved on said Gangrel, and then on the curled haired one at the bar...

"Here you are love, straight from the tap" she handed it over to him and hovered there waiting for him to try it.

Human consumption... ghoul?

Making his way a bit off the dark haired mortal, placing said mortal between him and Mr. O'Rourke, he offered the stranger a brief nod, and brought his attention on the small ghoul; over the counter, he offered his hand to her - but with an open palm, the Ventrue way, inviting her to place hers in his long and slender one. And should she do so, he would lower his head and press a chaste kiss on it, and look into her eyes. "I fear that we were not properly introduced the last time I was here, Miss... quite understandable, considering the situation at the time," he said with a pleasant smile. "My name is Fidel," he added, thinking that he could just drop her gently on any mountain around his Ancestral home, and she'd look perfectly at home, with her gypsy looking apparel. Even the little buns, in her hair, were perfect - she merely wanted a shawl on her shoulders.
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"Fidel, a moment."

Lynx throws an arm around Fidel's shoulder and turns the man, walking him a bit down the bar where he can speak to hims softly. Very softly, because he really didn't want the human to overhear them.

"The lad at the bar has wandered in by mistake. He got the wrong address from someone. So we're playing nice until it's time te ask him te leave. Please be careful with how ye speak. We dinna want te give him any information he should no be having."

He squeezed the shoulder and then walked Fidel right back to where he was. The ghoul was free to flirt with Reggie as much as he might want if that was his goal. The girl could probably use a small harem of lovers from what he'd seen.

His green eyes were careful as he watched Michael's interactions. If need be he'd kill the mortal, but he rather hoped it wouldn't come to that. Just a simple pint of stout and then he'd be on his way. Shouldn't be complicated at all. Should just be a nice, simple, easy extraction. He'd really have to inquire how the Camarilla kept mortals from wandering into their locations. Because there had to be a better way.
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Reggie suppressed a giggle as the man bravely took on the Stout. She looked at him adoringly and said "Glad to hear its not your first time, love. That can be terribly awkward." The fresh faced ghoul grinned at him "Careful, that stuff makes your hair grow thick and feel pissed at the English."

Then Oliver was their being all polite and kissing her hand and... "Hi Fidel" she said, uncertain of him. "I'm Susan..." was as far as she got before Lynx led him away. "But my friends call me Reggie..." she continued quietly into the empty air.

So the plucky barmaid turned back to her trespassing customer, checking to see how that Guinness was going down.
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"Glad to hear its not your first time, love. That can be terribly awkward."

Michael delays his next draw of the drink long enough to reply to her. "Mm, but a first time should be special." He gives her a wink, more playful than flirty. "I'd feel real uncomfortable with all these people around," he gestures with the still mostly full mug at all the other folks here, "if it were my first." Then he takes a drink, again managing to not make a face at it. Damn. It's like old, burnt coffee mixed with dark chocolate and a house fire or something. Okay, so he makes a little bit of a face down at the glass.

"Careful, that stuff makes your hair grow thick and feel pissed at the English."

That makes him laugh (and delay his third drink to reply)."My hair's pretty thick already," he runs a hand through it, pushing the stylish mess back from his face. "I think it makes me more pissed at the Irish than anything else," he says down to the mug of it -- so much left to drink still! Then he shoots a smile over at Lynx, "No offense." If the bar's owner isn't in range to hear him, Michael will just lift his mug in a salute to him instead.

The hand-kiss from this Fidel guy gains him a surprised look from the American. Eyebrows still lifted, he turns his attention back to his drink, making no comment about the antiquated greeting. Europeans...

As Lynx leads Fidel away, Michael looks back to the pretty barkeep. "Reggie's cute. Is it short for something?"
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"Hi Fidel" she said, uncertain of him. "I'm Susan..."

"Pleased to meet you, Susan," he merely had time to say, but heard the rest as he let himself be lead away...

"Fidel, a moment."

"But my friends call me Reggie..."

"Of course, Sir," the ghoul said, not seeming to mind the arm around his shoulders, and tilted his head, looking down on Mr. O'Rourke with a small frown, part inquisitive, part attentive. He was much taller than the Gangrel, but Oliver's courteous attitude made it easy to see, even from afar, who was the better of the two. Balls, but no disrespect.

"The lad at the bar has wandered in by mistake. He got the wrong address from someone. So we're playing nice until it's time te ask him te leave. Please be careful with how ye speak. We dinna want te give him any information he should no be having."

Oliver's face lost all expression at that, and he gave a nod of understanding, careful not to stare at the fangs, which were so close. He wondered what those would feel like, if he had any? That is, if he ever managed to be found worthy of his Domina's efforts... and actually accepted the Embrace. "Indeed, Sir. You may count on me," he murmured discretely, adding: "If you wish, I could take him home to my Mistress and... help in insuring that he forgets about this fine establishment, and its people. No harm done to his person,", he made certain to specify - as many of the Damned, him included, would not hesitate to take down a mere human.

The ghoul immediately scolded himself. Bad Oliver 0.1 beta - no harming humans. At this rate, he'd never make Oliver 0.2, he reflected, as the Gangrel walked him back at the bar, barely repressing a sigh.

And there he sat, where he'd stood earlier, and took a small sip of his glass, rather than downing it as had previously been his intent, looking like the businessman, at the end of a long day, just having a drink at his local pub. After another friendly smile to Miss Reggie, he turned to the human. "Hey," he said, in the normal youth slang. "Fidel," he added, offering a hand. "Like Castro," he added with a sly wink... and not Fidel as in 'the Latin word faithful', chosen to appease my Kindred Mistress, who feeds on my blood and rapes my mind with my full consent - and in the hopes of making me a better servant, so that I can, one day, earn my real name back... No. We're completely normal, here.

With that, he brought his eyes back on the small ghoul. "May I have another glass of your fine Scotch please, Miss Reggie?" he asked politely, taking in the rest of his drink. He was not her friend yet, but this would surely indicate that he came as a friend - and Oliver 0.1 beta seemed to be on a roll tonight at the task of making friends.

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Oh, so the Yank has some game. Reggie thought as he flirted back. The hint of a smile curled into her cheeks.

It was almost too much to see the poor man suffering through that stout. "I have a nice Newcastle Brown Ale if you don't fancy the Stout. No shame in it. Guinness is an acquired taste, no need to jump into the deep end, eh? Why not try the ale... Its brewed up in Yorkshire, that's where I'm from!"

She reached under the bar and came up with a bottle of Newcastle. "Trust me, its a fine brew." Should the newcomer accept the offer she would sweep away the Guinness, then pop the bottle and pour him a fresh pint.

Reggie turned to Fidel and gave him a wry smirk. "If your going to insist on bein' so formal it would be Miss Edwards lovey." She shrugged "Why not call me Reggie and make yourself comfy hm?" The young ghoul glanced back at the American "Which is taken from Regina. My middle name, to answer your question."

Oliver might wonder where the dainty, demure little thing that he saw on his last visit went. Reggie had mutated into a vivacious little bird. She turned away and deftly poured Oliver another scotch in a clean glass, putting it down before him and making his empty vanish behind the bar.
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When Fidel had left their table, Tristan sat down again and pulled out his smartphone he wore in a hold round his right forearm under the pullover. He tapped a short text and waited for an answer.

While he waited, he observed the bar with a little smile curving his lips like most of the time.
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Lynx chuckled and patted Oliver on the back. "I think we can handle this without, jest yet." He murmured in reply to the offer to have his mistress come take care of it. He wasn't quite sure who Fidel's mistress was. That Lessa woman had seemed to damned kind hearted to go rummaging around in the memories of a man and shifting them about. He'd hate to have her suffer guilt on his behalf when he could just smooth things over with a bit of being firm.

"Sorry te steal Fidel from ye Reggie. Just needed te discuss a bit o'memberhsip business with him."

He flashed a warm smile and leaned against the bar and then his attention turned to Michael who was in the process of having his beer swapped out. He suppressed a chuckle and shook his head. Tsking at the meager fortitude of the non-Irish and their need to drink brown water in place of real beers. He let out a husky sigh and ran a hand through his gelled tangle of blond and snorted in amusement.

"Couldn't handle the Irish blood then could ye? Well, good thing we didn't offer ye the whiskey. Ye'd be crying fer yer Mum by now."

He flashed a smile to show he was just teasing and grinned. He crossed his arms over his stocky chest. At 5'7 he was not a very imposing man at all and he was more amused by things than not. He just looked Michael over and looked to Reggie to be sure things were still going well. Then he coughed and got a somewhat more formal look on his face.

"I will have te ask lad, that ye take yer leave when ye finish yer beer. As yer not a member or a guest it's against the Club rules for ye te linger te long. Perhaps ye could get Reggie's number if ye have any questions ye can contact her. Or Fidel here could answer them for ye. Being a clever laddybuck. But I'd appreciate iffen ye were discrete. We don't advertise because the selection process can be a touch picky and it always breaks me heart te have te reject those who haven't passed."

He put a long fingered palm to his heart and had the grace to look abashed, a friendly smile on his lips.
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A sudden rush entered the club. It was a tornado of black and white. Black high heels, smooth bare legs that ended under a black ruffle skirt that was too short for this time of the year perhaps. The girl wore a white tank top and a black hoodie on top of it which was unzipped. On the back of the hoodie was a skull that existed out of small studs.

She didn't care for any customers and just ran to Lynx all excited almost bouncing up and down while she was standing by him. All her Gangrel marks were hidden. Even her newly acquired bunny tail wasn't visible. Skirts were easy for that especially the ruffled ones or the frilled ones. She hadn't found out how to comfortably wear a pair of jeans yet.

"Lynx! OMG! Lynx! I need a favour! Please please pleeeeaaaaase... I saw that in November the Hyde Park Winter Wonderland will start! Do you want to go ice skating with me? Or do you know someone who would be interested? I'm so excited! I haven't done that in like..." she paused and seemed to think but then just shrugged and said "... years. I can't even remember. I think it will be so pretty with all the lights and the music and the humans around. Warm and cosy and cold at the same time!"

While she waited for any reaction from Lynx her eyes quickly scanned the club. Tris was here! She waved at him. And the woman... Reggie? She had seen her briefly once before. Then there were two unknown faces who she looked at from head to toe with a playful grin and a twinkle of delight in her eyes. Mmm... she purred softly at the sight of the eye candy.
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