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Who: Lorne and ?
Where: His new bar, Cherite.
When: Approx 1 month after getting into Louisiana, at about 2am.
Lorne was tired. At 2am and wearing the most garish pair of painter's overalls in royal purple a creature on earth could possess; the demon from Pylea leaned against the long wooden bar in his new venture: Cherite. He surveyed the mostly-new remodeled interior- done a little bit country, a little bit 9th layer of hell. It was as if Jethro Bodine had a UFC fight with Satan. Over-the-top flamboyant white-trash meets demonic interior decorator. It had it's own charm- one wall was purple, one was forest green, echoing the regal colors of Mardi Gras. One side had a large stage, for both live bands and karaoke. A decent lighting system and sound board probably put Wolfram & Hart back $10,000 no less. The kitchen had been re-vamped and brought up to date. An art deco print of Louie Armstrong graced one wall, and a pop-art Warhol-esque picture of the character Joe Dirt made one look twice. Much to his glee, Lorne had called in a favor, and a cheesy poster of Barry Manilow was framed on another wall. The pop legend had autograped it to Lorne personally, and he hoped Angel would appreciate it.
Cherite was one of the first places to get TruBlood on tap (aside from Fangtasia,
he was promised) or so the distributer had told him. He also found out about a new drink in test-phase called Blisskey. The concept was a vampire-friendly drink that was reported to affect the undead like normal alcohol on humans. Think whiskey mixed with TruBlood. All the booze Lorne was partial to was all well-stocked. Scotch, bourbon, gin and tequila were carefully chosen, so Lorne could say Cherite offered a totally unique amount of booze, not just TruBlood and beer. Like he had at LA's Caritas, Lorne had a smallish bedroom made for himself, off to the back. Not sure where and what Angel and the Gang would do for digs in the state once they got in, he wanted to have his bases covered. He planned on being at Cherite most of the time, anyways.
He was still unsure about how to approach Eric Northman, or if he even should.Unless his in-house hired demons had any leads on the Area 5 Sherrif, Lorne thought it best for Angel to deal with the Fangtasia undead. (Hey, the guy -did- run Wolfram & Hart! Lorne was just the head of entertainment!) He also
hoped within a month word would have spread about Cherite and he'd have a decent following
"I think we should be open in 5 days, maybe sooner. This Friday night will be grand opening.
Guess I should call Angelcakes and see where they're all at"
Stepping outside in the cool night air, he gave Angel's cellphone a call;leaving a brief message on how
Cherite was ready to open, and if they were in-state, to come on down. He said he'd have the WR&H limo driver drive them back ASAP.
As he hung-up, Lorne looked at the parking lot. The wooden railing had been patched in a few places, but the lot was still gravel, but for the first 50 feet near the entrance. He watched as an owl came out of the sky, landing about 10 feet from him. Surprised and excited about his visitor, he gave a smile and a bow to the bird.
"Welcome to Cherite, little guy! A place for us outsiders, deviants and demons to let our hair down!
Tuesday will be 2-for-1 TruBloods and Blisskeys. Tell your fine feathered friends we open Friday!!"
Did the owl just hoot in response to him??