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Post by Myst on Nov 23, 2019 20:54:21 GMT -5
(No problem dude. And I totally get that - it’ll take time and you need to take all the tome you need to make sure you’re coping properly)
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Post by Myst on Nov 24, 2019 14:56:54 GMT -5
(It’s okay, if you poof I totally understand why my dude - for this tho, I’ll get a reply up soon! Work is pretty slow so I have tons of time)
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Post by Myst on Nov 24, 2019 15:09:55 GMT -5
The werewolf should have prepared himself better. Then again, the main problem was the nature of the job itself. He’d become so used to working in silence or something close to it that working during daylight hours was still pretty new to him. Sure, construction and the like wasn’t quiet, but he was well used to that. This was... well, he’d never really been one for crowds, and it seemed this was why. It wasn’t until Celia agreed that he seems to draw himself back in. Glancing at her once more, he listened to her question. “Right... can you talk to the bartender?” He was sure he could take it from there, but he just needed at least another minute to adjust. He would likely be fine by the time they got over there, but at this point it was a precaution.
(This is l a m e I’m literally so sorry)
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Nov 24, 2019 20:07:58 GMT -5
(Thanks, and you post was fine. ^^ )
Celia nodded and stepped around him so she would be leading the way. If there was one thing she had no trouble with, it was walking like she had every right to be there. Weaving her way through the crowd, she strode with purpose, refusing to glance about her as if she she was unsure, not hesitating or taking detours. She didn't force her way through the crowd, but rather she didn't let the crowd overtake her. Being short, it was easy for her be overlooked. In some scenarios, that was a good thing, and she certainly used that skill a lot. However, sometimes it was useful to make oneself noticed. Only when they were at the bar did she slow. Finding an empty seat, she climbed up onto a stool and sat down, waiting to be noticed by the bartender.
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Post by Myst on Nov 25, 2019 12:47:29 GMT -5
(ahhh alright)
Falling into step behind her, the lupine glanced around them. The crowd itself seemed malleable, parting just enough to allow them passage without disrupting what they were already doing. Well, at least there was that. It wasn't long before they were at the bar, though he opted for leaning on the counter beside her. He personally felt as though he'd done enough sitting for quite some time, so this would be better for now. By now, he'd generally adjusted to everything within the room, however, he found himself silent as the bartender made his way over. Definitely a demon, though not quite the scent he'd found outside. Maybe hung around the possible target enough, though - after all, it was likely he was the only one who ever worked the bar.
"What can I get for you two?" The question was simple and matched with a slight grin. He rather enjoyed his job, and he'd learned to be sociable. In terms of demons, he was pretty much the worst kind - had it not be for his DNA, most would think he was human. Most had since disowned him when it came to causing trouble, though he was still prone to more casual methods of mischief.
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Post by Myst on Nov 26, 2019 23:13:55 GMT -5
He didn’t really listen to the demon, figuring he was just doing his job and asking what they wanted. He finally paid more attention when his partner spoke up and he grinned a little. Right, this little facade of theirs. “Awe, cmon, you still mad cause I was late?” He questioned, though didn’t actually protest. “Make it two, yeah?” A bit of whiskey wouldn’t hurt right? Or ordering wouldn’t, that is. It was likely that he wouldn’t drink it for several reasons, though the main one was that he needed to stay focused on what he was doing. He was hoping to at least find the same scent as he had outside, though did keep his hopes low. There were a lot of people, and even if he did catch a whiff of it, who was to say it was the guy who ran the place?
“Will do,” the bartender said with a nod before stepping away.
Carter looked over his shoulder across the crowd. It was an odd assortment of creatures here, though only a few were demons. Alright, well that made it easier. By the time he’d turned back around the demon was placing their drinks in front of them. “So, who keeps this place going? It’s been a few years and I figure it’s worth finding out if it’s the same guy.” It was a casual question, and it wasn’t a lie. He hadn’t been in more than ten years. That was a few, right?
The demon glanced at them, having turned to tend to the other seated at the bar. “Dominic does - he’s run this place for as long as I can remember.”
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Post by Myst on Dec 23, 2019 12:50:55 GMT -5
(Hey hun! I hope things have gotten better for you and that your holiday season is wonderful!)
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Dec 28, 2019 20:29:02 GMT -5
(Hey! Yeah, I'm doing okay. This holiday season has been hard for all of us, but it was okay. I hope you had a great holiday!)
While their orders were being filled, Celia took the chance to scan the room, just not as thorough as Cater was doing. She didn't turn around in her chair, but rather looked across the bar to see who was sitting with them. The faces all appeared to be normal, but she knew not to trust appearances. If she had the time, she might have tried to puzzle out what they were, but her drink was soon placed in front of her. Her attention snapped back to the bartender, thanked him, and took a sip of her drink, grateful that Carter had taken up some kind of conversation.
"Who's Dominic?" she asked, more to him than to the barkeep, hoping that by questioning Carter would be more normal than if she tried asking the barkeep. No matter how he answered, it might lead the bartender to speak a little more of the owner. "You've never mentioned him before. Was he a friend of yours?"
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Post by Myst on Jan 3, 2020 12:24:36 GMT -5
He hummed a bit at the question, thinking on it. Dominic was a lot of things. A petty thief, a high school delinquent, a collector of information, though most importantly, a demon. With her follow up questions, however, he found there were better answers he could give. "He was. He was a junior when I met him, and at the time I think his family owned the shop upstairs. So, he turned the basement into a hangout. It was small at first, just his friends. I spent so much time here avoiding my own house that his parent knew me by name, and he just kind of brought me in as if we were related." Carter paused, thinking back on it. It had been nice, although, this was also about the time he'd been teaching himself how to shift. He did this most often in the basement. "We had a falling out my freshman year, and then I moved. Haven't heard from him since."
The bartender, who had been serving the others seated on the opposite side of the counter, had been listening intently to the story. He'd become good at this, though this one was interesting. After ensuring everyone had what they wanted, he joined the pair vaguely. "Related, huh?" He thought briefly, thinking back to when he'd started working there. It was shortly after he'd graduated. "Ah, you're the kid who tore up his shoulder!"
The lupine raised an eyebrow, looking at the bartender. "So he still remembers me? When do you think he'll get here?"
"About an hour, I think. Said he had something to take care of so he'd be late today."
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