[Mello is sitting in a bar quietly, sipping on a beer he had taken, and was reading the book “The Vampyre.” quietly. He hasn’t noticed it yet, but there is what looks like a black tattoo on his back, that says blames himself for Matt prostituting himself after they got in a fight with each other. A black crow was perched on a seat besides Mello ( Read more... )

[Mihael's been sorta lonely, so he's finally wandered out of the room he's chosen on the second floor to a bar on the fifth. It's a fairly large bar, relatively empty when he walks in; immediately, though never really one to drink, the soldier makes his way across the expansive room, walking right behind the bar and starting to dig through the ( Read more... )

[Matt's sitting behind the bar, cigarette in one hand, thumbing with the other through a tattered and rather syrupy copy of the Mr. Boston's Bar Guide, which appears to be in the process of turning into something else, if the digressions about the history of ageing barrels as they relate to pirates, and do-it-yourself instructions for a greenhouse ( Read more... )

Mello's been lurking 'round this fucked up place for a good month or so, but he hasn't spoken to many people, opting instead to just fade into the background and watch.

Now, though, he's ready for a little interaction. Strewn across the countertop lazily, Mello fingers the edge of his scotch glass; the ice clinks as it melts a little and shifts in ( Read more... )

[Matt's sitting behind the bar, with a cigarette in one hand, a paperback version of Interesting Times in the other, and a half-finished pint glass of a copper-colored beer in front of him. He's lost track of how many times he's read through the Discworld series, and most of his attention isn't on the book, which he's mostly memorized by now anyway ( Read more... )

[This isn't quite what L was expecting.

He's leaning on the bartop - perched on the lower counter, the one that's out of the sight of patrons - and surrounded by jars of cocktail cherries, which he's systematically devouring.

Ordering a drink from a nine-year-old is probably all kinds of wrong. But this is the mansion.]

The bar is open.

This time, Matt is tending voluntarily. He also took the precaution of bringing a stool behind the bar with him, just in case he's not let back out. Currently he's sitting with an elbow on the bartop and his chin in his hand, reading a copy of Allen Carr's Easy Way to Stop Smoking and frowning slightly.

Today, Matt opens the kitchen door and finds himself behind the counter of a bar. When he tries the door again, he finds himself in the storeroom. When he tries to hop over the bar, he finds he can't ( Read more... )

Matt is exploring around the mansion in hopes of finding nearpire a renewable source of blood. He’s in wolf form, sniffling around, when he finally catches a dull scent. It leads him into the empty bar, whereupon he discovers an interesting book for making cocktails. He finds the blood in one of the refrigerators, and instead of immediately bringing it ( Read more... )