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Closing Time
« on: September 27, 2012, 05:06:37 PM »
September was waning and Risk's time was coming to a close; David therefore found it quite appropriate that he was calling in to the club on his way home, much later than he usually came here.  He'd actually been on a date tonight, though it hadn't ended particularly well.  The experience just went to prove that being lonely was no good for anyone, when they made choices like he'd made last week.  He'd agreed to go out with a random mortal that had served him at the pool place, just because he'd thought he was good looking and also because anyone that tall and wide had to be a fantastic and interesting catch.

Ohhh, how wrong he'd been.  He'd gone there for chemicals for his hot tub and been looking forward to the date with the muscled brunette but, as it'd turned out, he'd have been better off taking the chemicals to dinner.  Donnie, his name had been.  Great to look at but stupid as fuck.  He was ignorant to vampires for a start - which David had initially viewed as a unique challenge, since he generally just picked up from Risk, where everybody knew the score, rather than in the general public - and he was also ignorant to manners (the table kind and the usual kind), world events and basically everything that didn't happen inside his gym where he worked out.  For five hours every single day.

Apart from having to pretend he was eating the terrible food at the Italian restaurant Donnie had chosen to take him to, he'd had to listen to hours of monotonous banter about weights, lifts, reps and dodge questions about how much he could bench.  He'd been insulted when Donnie had called him 'little', lost his temper when he'd been told his colouring was highly complementary to his date's and finished the night in a flat-out temper when Donnie had pawed at him after dinner and whispered about him being a good 'bitch'.  Donnie had quickly found out that David could easily lift his body weight when he'd lifted him and his greedy hands off himself and tossed him away.

Thankfully, he'd taken his bike to the restaurant so he could just ride away.  He'd gone for a nice long, head-clearing ride along the coast and then stopped at Risk on his way home because he was thirsty, pleased that it wasn't too busy at this hour.  In fact, he decided as he walked in the door, he wasn't interested in getting involved with any more mortals tonight.  He strode up to the bar and slid onto a stool, looking to order a glass of blood and be done with it.  He was still dressed in his 'date' gear: a pair of black slacks, shiny black dress shoes, a pristine white busines shirt and a mustard-gold necktie that highly complimented his eyes.  His only concession had been the high-collared black leather riding jacket he'd worn over the top.  He unzipped it as he sat on the stool, placing his helmet on the one to his right and running his fingers through his long blonde curls to stop them being so flat.

Catching the eye of the nearest bar tender, he gave a dimpled grin to bring her over.  "Could I get a glass of anything warm, please?" he requested.

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Re: Closing Time
« Reply #1 on: September 30, 2012, 09:20:45 AM »
Tonight had been a steady night for Sam and her crew, the atmosphere had been one of splendor as there hadn't been any real big problems; even with the mimic demons gone the club had done well for itself. A good thing because her home life right now was in such a jumble that she couldn't possibly begin how to put it all back together. Sam had found out that her brother Scott and his boyfriend Conner had sired a child that was a donor at Risk; only problem was Scott had lost control and nearly killed Bryant to which Conner had come to his rescue. Together they had sired Bryant and when Sam found out the events leading to her becoming an aunt she was furious with him. Scott had broken his promise to her which really stung her to the core of her being as she was attacked and drained of blood two years ago only Jake hadn't been the one to commit such an act; he was the one who had saved her from death by trying to heal her with his own blood. Instead she had been turned into the undead and she was lucky that Jake was an Oligarch at the time or else they both would have been executed at the time.

Now those thoughts remained on the back burner, she had come to work to escape from her own life for a while. While her and Jake seemed to be getting along much better over the last few weeks and now this incident with Scott and Conner it had put Jake in a bad mood. She'd been tip toeing around him quite a bit and she was glad to be a work and away from the tension that was mounting inside everyone at the moment; including Sam.

She leaned over the bar counter, cupping her hands around her mouth, "LAST CALL!" She yelled out towards the floor,  there we're only a few groups of mortals and vampires left in the club. A few vampires came up and bought drinks for their already tipsy company that remained infatuated by the vampires they had accompanied them all night. She gave them a polite smile as she accepted their money before they departed with the hard liquor that she had poured them. She gave herself a sigh, straightening her orange blouse that was gathered at the neck slightly. Her jeans were a dark blue and was held up white belt. Shoes as usual were a white running shoe just so that they would match her belt. Tonight she had left her hair out of a ponytail, fluffing it with her hands to give it that wave look and less curl.

She started her clean-up, wiping the bar counter while collecting glasses and setting them in the dishwasher while telling the others to collect and sort out the bottles that had been emptied over the night. She was in the middle of clearing a section of the bar when she caught a smile from David and she bounced on over to him listening to his request for some warm blood, "Anything for you David." She gave him a flashy grin before getting a glass of fresh warm blood, she knew a lot of people by first name; after all she had been here for a very long time.  She set the glass down in front of him and she could sense that something was off with David, " Something on your mind David ? You look like your night hasn't gone well ?" Sam was good at picking up on little details and she could tell that David maybe wasn't having all that good of a night and she was more than happy to listen to his troubles.

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Re: Closing Time
« Reply #2 on: September 30, 2012, 02:04:33 PM »
The male vampire was a little disconcerted by the fact that the barmaid knew his name and kept using it and he could only vaguely recognise that she was someone who worked here.  He didn't tend to come to the bar very often when he visited Risk, nor did he ever pay much attention to the women in the place, so he was now at a distinct disadvantage.

"Uh yeah, had a shit of a night, actually, uh..." he hostily looked for a name badge or something, figuring he may have to resaort to plucking her name out of her head if she didn't figure out that his vague expression was him casting about for her name and supply it to him.

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Re: Closing Time
« Reply #3 on: October 01, 2012, 04:40:13 AM »
Sam could immediately tell that he was a little baffled that she knew his name and to Sam it really wasn't a surprise that David didn't know her name. She was no bar maid that was for sure, in fact she was the Bar manager and she knew most of the people that frequented Risk.

Even the ones that weren't regulars at the bar she still took it upon herself to know everyone's names. Even if they didn't know her own name she really didn't mind at all.

"It's Sam," she smiled sweetly at him. "How come you had such a bad night ?" She hoped that she wasn't prying too much into Davids business. 
   

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Re: Closing Time
« Reply #4 on: October 01, 2012, 12:48:45 PM »
"Sam," he repeated, returning her smile before he took a long swallow of the blood she'd given him, listening to her next question.  He licked his lips clean of blood before he answered, rolling his eyes as he did.  "Shitty date," he answered simply before shrugging and sharing a conspiratorial smile with her, realising she was a vampire and would understand.  "Serves me right for going interspecies and picking up outside of Risk, I guess," he laughed, looking around like a better option might be stationed nearby.

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« Reply #5 on: October 01, 2012, 02:06:10 PM »
She slowly nodded and accepted his smile, "I know what you mean.  I also applaud that you took the time to take the 'ignorant challenge' I like to call it." She gave a small shrug, "It's not easy going outside of Risk there is always a chance you might meet a mortal that is totally oblivious to our existence." Her voice was sincere and he should be proud of himself for going outside the box. 


"Let me guess ? He or she either had a hygiene problem or they was good looking but dumber than a second coat of paint." There was a twinkle in Sam's eye and her guess was leaning more towards the second part but who knows what could have gone wrong. She wouldn't push him him for intimate details, the short version would be fine for Sam as she could see it was a bit of a downer subject for David.

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« Reply #6 on: October 01, 2012, 03:33:48 PM »
David gave Sam a wry look, his eyebrows quirking as she came close to guessing his private hell from tonight.  "Something like that," he chuckled politely, drinking again.  Another good swallow and his drink would be done, then he could go home and relax.  "I'd have been better with someone from here, that's for sure," he agreed with her, figuring they were sharing polite, inane conversation during the wind-down of the night.  He glanced around to see who was left, wondering if there were any options he could take with him.

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« Reply #7 on: October 02, 2012, 07:28:31 AM »
Sam could see David glancing around the bar, unfortunately he had come when the hours were winding down for the night. Much of the selection that was here a few hours ago had gone, the only ones that remained had already been claimed by the few vampires that still lingered in the bar. He wouldn't have much luck and Sam did her best to keep him entertained for the moment.

"Do you have any hobbies David ?" She asked with curiosity. She didn't know much about David and she was always willing to take an interest in anyone. Tracy came out from the back of first and she motioned for her to clear the empty tables before returning her attention to David.

 




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Re: Closing Time
« Reply #8 on: October 04, 2012, 12:20:45 AM »
"Yeah, a few," he answered, surprised that she'd take the time to ask when she was probably pretty busy cleaning up and getting ready to shut the bar.  "Main one's video games and computer games, but I also like riding around and watching movies - though I doubt that's really a hobby.  How about you?" he asked, taking a smaller sip of the minimalistic amount of blood remaining in his glass.

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« Reply #9 on: October 04, 2012, 02:05:54 PM »
"I like to build stuff with my hands," she started. "I also like to sketch, play music and I love to read." She was pretty much done her clean up and in fact she was suppose to be off an hour ago. She was pretty sure that someone would be telling her to go home and she was guessing it would either be Ari or George.

"I also like the outdoors, especially four wheeling." How she missed her quads at times, nothing was greater than flying over the open field full bore. Cindy one of her mortal employee's was the next one who came out and before Sam could get a word in Cindy cupped her hands and yelled at Sam.

"Go home already! My god you'd think you're living here Sam." It took Sam a little by surprise, "You sure you three will be alright?" She asked with a smirk to which Cindy replied, "Ya we'll be fine. Enjoy the hot company that you have." Cindy bounced off and left Sam with her jaw dropped; they always tried to embarrass her some way or another.

"I'm so sorry," she apologized to David. "She's usually not like that when I'm with customers." Sam could feel the blood rushing to her lips and she was hoping David wouldn't notice.

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« Reply #10 on: October 05, 2012, 02:11:16 AM »
"Oh!  I love the outdoors too - four wheeling sounds awesome!" David enthused, seeing a common interest the two of them shared.  "I have a motorbike but-" he was cut off by one of the other bar staff appearing and suddenly yelling at Sam.  He pulled a face at her, his expression portraying his feeling that she was being rude, even if her motive was apparently selfless.  So what if Sam wanted to stay at the bar after work was done?  It was weird, sure, but worthy of that sort of loud display?  Surely not.

"Nah, it's fine," he assured Sam conspiratorially as the loudmouth moved onward.  "I guess it's late and they think you should be headed home - why haven't you left if your shift is done? Ah shit, hang on a sec, sorry" he apologised in return as his mobile phone began to play a modern rap tune as its ringtone.  He instinctively held up a finger to halt Sam's comment as he fished the phone out of his back jeans pocket and held it to his ear.

"Hello, David speaking," he answered politely, regretting that he'd been in such a hurry to return to his conversation with Sam that he hadn't looked at the screen to see whose number was displayed there.  If it was a telemarketer he'd be stunned (but highly amused).

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Re: Closing Time
« Reply #11 on: October 05, 2012, 08:34:58 AM »
He had been ditched. Again. Bill sighed as he looked around the empty club, this one filled with a few scattered humans. It wasn't Risk, or any of the other clubs he had been to with his friend Andi before. This was a new club, though it looked like every other one on the block. Flashing lights, groping people, loud music. Lots of drinks, too.

Not being of the proper age to drink, however, Bill had been nursing shirley temples and cokes all night. He hadn't even wanted to come out, truly, though he wouldn't be the last to admit that he had needed to get away from home. It was suffocating there, without his brother around. His father, bordering on the edge of neglectful as always, had either ignored Bill or ordered him to do chores, depending on his mood and his blood-alcohol content. Still, Bill hadn't wanted to go outside alone, at least after dark. Not now that he knew…

Except he didn't really know, did he? He could only imagine the dangers out there, could only hope that they were confined to the darkness, as vampires were. What else could there possibly be out there? Werewolves, nymphs, angels…Emil had mentioned all of those things, but had implied that there were more than that. Bill didn't know what he was up against, and it was terrifying.

That was the primary reason he hadn't left his apartment after dark in the past two weeks, nor had he left it for any other reason than groceries runs and work. Tonight was the first night he had dared to step outside since he had found out that more creatures than merely vampires existed, and Andi had ditched him in the back of the club. Some friend.

Last call for drinks found Bill with an empty glass, his body numb from sitting still in the same position for so long. He had danced at first, had a bit of a good time. Then he had grown bored of dancing by himself and taken to sitting in one of the alcoves of the club to watch everyone else. He didn't feel like dancing again, his imagination overcoming his senses once alone. What if there was some type of creature that fed off dance energy? That simply made you dance yourself to death? What if it made Bill its next victim? Sometimes, having an overactive imagination was a bad thing, and this was definitely it.

The club was closing, now, and Andi was nowhere to be seen. Bill pushed himself off the stool and dared to wander around the thinning floor, but the bleach blond was gone, probably with a one night stand that may or may not have been a vampire. He was rather good at ditching Bill at the worst times, he had noticed.

Biting his lip in trepidation, Bill stepped outside of the club and into the light of a yellow streetlamp, phone clutched in his hand. The light played off of his cherry red leather jacket, a piece he wished he hadn't worn now, though it looked good enough in the mirror at home. Here, though, in public, it drew eyes towards him, and he didn't know who--or what--was watching. His hair, as well, drew the eyes of many, the black and blond locks spiked up to outrageous proportions considering their length, though it was falling flat now. His eyes were ringed in black eyeliner, the once-black eyeshadow now smudged and wiped away after hours in a dark club.

Despite looking somewhat the worse for wear and despite the late hour, Bill didn't want to go home. He never wanted to go home, really, but he couldn't stand on the street corner all night, especially with what could be lurking around. He didn't even know what could be lurking around, actually--quite the problem, as he felt that any minute might well be his last. Still, he was in vampire territory, so hopefully that was all he had to worry about here.

Bill looked around, leaning against the streetlamp as he searched through his contact list. It was thin, most of the names being ones he knew from the daylight hours. He had texted Andi multiple times already, but had yet to get a reply. He could most likely safely assume that the other boy wouldn't be driving him home that night.

He couldn't call Emil, either…well he was sure he could, but Emil probably had important things to do, and Bill had imposed on him quite a bit lately, especially since he had stayed at his house and everything. Not to mention that there was a chance of running into Lamar again, and after the other had never so much as texted or called or made any indication that he wanted to see Bill again after their single instance of lust, Bill wasn't keen on taking that chance at all.

David… His thumb hovered over the call button, wondering if he should really call the vampire to come pick him up. He didn't want to sound whiny or scared, though the fact that he was too scared to walk home by himself was an honest fact. The fact that he didn't particularly want to go home right now was another fact. He pressed the button.

The phone rang, and he exhaled as the voice answered. What was he doing? Hadn't Emil just told him not to go home with any strange vampires? Still, David was hardly a stranger. And Bill had already gone home with him once before anyway. He wondered if David even wanted to take Bill home again, though.

"Um, hi," he greeted lamely, squeezing his eyes shut as he wished he could come up with something cooler to say. "It's Bill. How's it going?"

Awkward. The conversation was horribly, horribly awkward, and he hadn't even spoken ten words. How did one normally call a hookup back, anyway? They probably didn't wait three or four weeks. What if David didn't even remember him?



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Re: Closing Time
« Reply #12 on: October 05, 2012, 10:15:24 AM »
"Bill," David repeated, blinking at Sam in surprise, though he wasn't really looking at her so much as through her as he imagined the person he was talking to.  It'd been quite a few weeks since he'd picked up the mortal and taken him back to his place but he certainly knew who he was talking to.  He'd actually thought he might get a call sooner than now (had hoped he would, in fact) but it hadn't come about and he'd stopped thinking about the scrawny teenager.  Mostly.

Still, pleasure seeped into his chest as he heard the other casually asking him how things were going and the warmth permeated his voice as he responded, his smile no doubt audible because of it.  "Was going pretty lamely, but it's better now I hear your voice.  What's up?"  As he listened to Bill's response, he finished the last of the blood in his glass, anticipating that this phone call might alter his prospects for the end of this shitty night.  He pushed the empty glass towards Sam when he was done, so that he wasn't holding her up.  He smiled absently at her in thanks and then realised he needed to pay.  He shifted his hips upward so he could get at his wallet with the hand not holding the phone to his ear.

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« Reply #13 on: October 05, 2012, 11:23:01 AM »
Bill couldn't stop the smile from invading his face if he tried, ducking his head down bashfully as he listened to David's voice. The vampire certainly didn't sound like he had forgotten Bill at all, and even better, he sounded fairly happy to hear from him. Hopefully he wouldn't be opposed to picking Bill up in the middle of the night at a strange club. Oh, just the thought of riding that motorcycle again…

"Was hoping you'd say that," he teased a bit, looking around as more people drifted out of the club. Soon, the club would close down completely, and he would be alone on a street with only an electric lamp to protect him. He was a sitting duck out here, no matter what his teasing tone portrayed.

"Actually, my friend ditched me at this club downtown, and I'm not ready to head home just yet…you don't happen to be free, do you?" he proposed, trying to make his words sound as smooth as possible. There really wasn't a good way to ask an almost-stranger to come across town and pick you up.

His eyes flicked to the right as he thought he saw something move out of the corner of his eye, but it was only  someone lighting up a cigarette. Telling himself to calm down, Bill turned away, beginning to pace beneath the halo of light as he waited for David's response. The necklace he wore, a piece made of three chains woven together at the clasp, swayed slightly with each turn as he kept a lookout. He probably should have stayed in the club, but it was loud in there, not to mention the place was closing.

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« Reply #14 on: October 05, 2012, 03:43:59 PM »
Sam politely excused herself taking the empty glass with her allowing David to have some privacy over the phone, she was a little down that she wasn't more interesting for David. They were having polite conversation at best and now she was a little mad at Cindy now for interrupting the conversation when it seemed to be going somewhere when she mentioned the outdoors. She could see that Tracy but not Cindy had finished clearing her table's that were empty but she wondered what Gina was up too she had been in the back for quite some time. Sam made her way to the back making sure to motion Tracy to the bar; it was almost time for her to start weighing the alcohol anyways so she would remain behind the bar; there was a reason why Cindy wasn't behind the bar and still busing the tables.

She went into the back looking for Gina only to find a nice surprise, it was clean and it smelled like Mr.Clean too boot. "My word Gina it smells wonderful back here. Great job but I'm off." Gina nodded at her with a huge grin on her face, "Night Sam. See you tomorrow." She continued to clean while Sam grabbed her blue hoodie out of her locker, putting it one she made her way back to the bar. "Trace! I would like a drink please before I go home." Sam sat away from David as she could see he was still on the phone and seemed much happier to whoever he was talking too at the moment. 

She figured David would say good-bye or he would just least without saying a word at all it really was his choice. She received the drink taking a long, slow drink to wet her throat before she started the journey home and like always she was usually alone. She didn't mind being alone but she'd rather prefer the company of someone and she was enjoying David's company even if it was only for a while.