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| Faded Edge | May 31 2013, 09:02 PM Post #1 |
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The Mercury Room was a nice little club, a spot to relax and not worry about problems from your life. Apart from making sure you could pay, there wasn't much in the way of checking ID. The girls were quite friendly, the owner and main bartender Olivia Hastings was quiet but not shy. There was quite a bit of activity tonight, actually, and so the place was more crowded than usual (though there was still lots of room). Over near the table by the door, a group of college age girls were giggling and looking about, the loudest of which was a brown-haired girl with a glint in her eye, looking over the more physically attractive patrons, both male and female. Right up at the bar itself were two men that didn't look to have much of anything to do with each other. One was scruffy, heavily tattooed, and built like an ox, drinking quietly. The other wore a leather trenchcoat and a cowboy hat, and was attempting, vainly, to catch the current bartender, a bald man missing his left ear, in conversation. Further in the back, conversing with one of the dancers, was a tall, lanky blonde woman with fingernails at least an inch long, yet somehow perfectly maintained. Next to her was a redheaded man, somewhat pale, wearing a somewhat ragged polo shirt, staring vacantly at the dancers. |
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| FuzzyHairedFreak | Jun 7 2013, 02:32 PM Post #2 |
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Erela had just decided that it was time for her to make a spectacle of herself, having grown bored with the lack of activity at the karaoke stage tonight, when she spotted (of all people) her girlfriend's uncle. She didn't think he'd recognize her, but then, why would he be here? Best to play it safe. Why was he trying to talk to the bartender on such a busy evening? She looked around to make sure there was still no interest in her station, then stood up with a slight toss of her hair, letting her cascade of auburn hair catch the light just so. She strode over to the man and asked, quietly, still a grieving girl, "Something I can help you with, sir?" |
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| Faded Edge | Jun 7 2013, 02:39 PM Post #3 |
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The man glances over his shoulder at Erela. "Yeah, I'm lookin' for the owner of this joint, a Miss Hastings? The current bartend doesn't seem to 'ear me." |
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| Guardian Angel | Jun 9 2013, 01:40 PM Post #4 |
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Zeke looked around the bar. It was always like this. People showing up to watch each other, trade information, keep tabs on their enemies. It exasperated him. Why couldn't they ever just sit around and drink? There was that one guy, though. They hell was he doing here? He had already told him he wasn't getting any more guns out of him, so why was he really here? He didn't know the girl who was talking to him, but he suspected she was one of his flunkies. Best to watch and see what he did. No point in raising a fuss just yet. |
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| FuzzyHairedFreak | Jun 11 2013, 10:44 AM Post #5 |
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Erela gave a slight frown. He didn't recognize her then. "Well I'm new here sir, but I think tonight might be Ms. Hastings night off. I'll go and check her office for you," she said before turning towards the employees only area. What would Rosalita's uncle want with her boss? |
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| Faded Edge | Jun 11 2013, 11:05 AM Post #6 |
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The employees only area is mostly empty, as it's such an unusually busy night, and the door to Hastings' small office room is closed. Not altogether unusual; in the short time Erela had worked there, it was apparent that any time Olivia wasn't actually at the bar herself, she was generally holed up in her office. The windows to the room are, as is normal for her, shuttered. The light does seem to be on. |
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| DeiUmbrarum | Jun 12 2013, 05:17 PM Post #7 |
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Hemlock had spent the evening observing the bar from behind a drink she'd been nursing since she'd arrived. Nothing of interest was happening, not as far as she was concerned anyways. There were a half dozen affairs in the making, at least two murders being plotted, and the guy in the corner opposite Hemlock's was going to go home and overdose on painkillers. Boring, boring night. She decided to make the first move. She scribbled something onto a napkin and sidled up to the bar, where she made a halfhearted attempt to attract the bartender, and, when she failed, turned to go, accidentally bumping the man in the trenchcoat. She apologized absentmindedly and wandered back to her table, where she waited for him to notice the messaged she'd slipped in front of him, one word, "Business" |
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| Faded Edge | Jun 12 2013, 05:43 PM Post #8 |
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The man glanced down roughly 30 seconds after Hemlock made it back to her table. He lazily pocketed the napkin, deliberately not looking back at Hemlock, instead keeping his gaze trained in the general area of the door to the employee area Erela had gone through. He'd completely stopped bothering the bartender, instead sitting silently, clearly waiting. |
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| FuzzyHairedFreak | Jun 13 2013, 09:23 PM Post #9 |
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Erela knocked gingerly on the door, putting on her most apologetic tone. "Ms. Hastings? There's a man at the bar asking for you... Er, should I tell him to come back another time?" |
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| Faded Edge | Jun 13 2013, 09:27 PM Post #10 |
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There is, for a moment, no response. Then, from behind the door, "Yes, do that." Hastings sounds faintly distracted. |
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