Take a seat, take a drink, and then drown your life away

[5minutetheft]

Who: Nicoleta and anyone who wants a drink/party. So this is opeen~
When:  8PM, Nicoleta's last hour at work, November 24th
Where: Chueca
What: Have some fun at Chueca and meet the lovely bartender who might just decide to not serve you.

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[5minutetheft]

"Long story." Nicoleta said flatly, trying to end that bit of the conversation. Her childhood experience wasn't exactly hate-free, thanks to her parents who nurtured her and fed her a dash of Racism. She curled her hands into a fist and then pressed it to her lips as she simpered. "Seriously? No no. Boy you need to get over it. Where's the fun when you don't get scared? Getting the adrenaline pumpin', you know?" To top it off, an audacious smile plastered against her pale face.

After hearing his request, she folded his arms and then clicked her tongue, shaking her head. "It's the Dead bastard, Jones." She stood up and simultaneously lifted the mug from the counter to mix again. After pouring a shot of the required drinks, she finished it off by dropping five ice-cubes in. Looking extremely pleased, she walked back and then blatantly placed it in front of Alfred.

After sitting back down, she commented, "You look pretty okay right now. But," She smirked coyly and then leaned closer, "I don't do this to any customer, but how about we exchange numbers? Before you completely lose it, you know."

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"Sooooooounds great." Alfred handed over his phone, watching her tap in the number before sliding in back into his pocket. Dead bastard just sounded intimidating and if his stomach and head was telling him anything, he'd stop there and call it a night. But the way she'd nearly-slammed that drink down in front of him... It was a challenge and he was going to take it.

Which was a terrible, terrible idea. The drink hit him within five minutes of consuming it and he was collapsed oh the bar, rolling around slightly, laughing words slurred and mind beyond gone. "Guhhh~~" he half sang, sliding his phone out, humming, "I neeeeeeed a ride~~"

Flipping open the phone and surfing through to Ivan's number, Alfred hummed, knowing that if anyone was going to come for him, it was the Russian. Bringing the phone to his ear, he waited for the other side to pick up before grinning widely. "Shweeeeetheart~~ I got drunk at Cheuca~ Can you come and get me~~~~~~?" He laughed weakly.

[amar_dulce_vin]

He'd barely picked up the phone before a wheedling voice came oozing out of the receiver, one he vaguely recognized (through the idiotic drunken slurring) as belonging to Alfred.

One that was asking for a ride home. He tsked and sighed in a fair imitation of Ivan in one of his more tolerant moods (one Ion mentally labeled as "You're A Complete Moron And I Am Going To Inform You Of This Opinion Through Various Subtle Social Cues That You Won't Pick Up On Because You're Drunk But It Validates My Existence To Do This Song And Dance") and gave the American a short affirmative. He mentally cursed the day because he'd be feeling sort of unnerved all day anyway and his cousin's irresponsible boyfriend was certainly bringing Ion's mood to a head.

He almost went on a fruitless search for car keys before recalling that Ivan had no license. So he settled for surreptitiously sliding his cousin's wallet into his own pocket and calling for a taxi. (He then proceeded to tell the driver the wrong address in the most muddled English he could manage, not that it proved difficult. Once the meter had been sufficiently run up, he deigned to point the frustrated man in the right direction.)

He gave the man instructions to wait once they reached the flashy exterior of Chueca, convincing him by flashing Ivan's cash-thick wallet at him.

A large, overly-flamboyant motorcycle greeted him as he stepped out of the cab, haphazardly parked and with the kickstand sloppily bent to an insufficient angle. Clearly Alfred's handiwork. Ion (accidentally, of course) rammed his toe into the kickstand and if anything happened to the bicycle from that point on--the stray gust of wind, perhaps--he had no idea what had happened.

But in any case, his entrance into the bar proper was celebrated by the groan of tipping machinery succumbing to gravity and the heavy metallic shriek of a motorcycle hitting the pavement and scraping along the rough cement. The sound of Damage was palpable in the echo.

...shame. He'd given it at least thirty seconds more or so. Oh well.

Alfred was easily located at the bar, sitting exactly in the middle. Constantly needing to place himself where he would receive the most attention. It would be amusing if it wasn't so needy and pathetic.
And Ion was feeling rather needy of ibuprofen and therefore not very merciful for the pathetic. He arranged his expression into a shallow but pleasant smile and stood by Alfred's side unobtrusively, bending over the smaller man slightly to be heard over the din of terrible trance music and the distraction of flashing lights.

"Is time for go, prost. Have cab wait outside for us to take home. Get up, pay nice lady--"

He happened to catch a glimpse of the said lady in his peripheral vision.

...shit.

He knew he'd had a bad feeling about today.

[5minutetheft]

After returning the phone, Nicoleta became silent yet observant as she watched Alfred drink up the poison. A shrewd smile plastered on her face as the man's sleek expression drowned in the drink; a goofy laugh emerged from the limp body - a dead man indeed. Sad, though, because there was only one more Bastard left; however, it would have to be someone with twice the physical and, apparently, mental constitution to take it.

At that exact moment, she guffawed as she slammed her fist on the counter. Watching drunk people act stupid is an added bonus to he job.

"Ya poor fuckin' thing." She crooned between her chuckling. Nicoleta wasn't laughing in spite of him (not that he would know anyway) but it was just fucking funny to her. Her laughs ended in a fluttering sigh of content as she listened to Alfred call someone. Ah, her intuition was correct.

She prodded Alfred's shoulder, "Hey, do something stupid so I can record it---" Nicoleta paused when a tall figure entered the bar and approached the counter. Despite the bold, colored lights, she could still see the face. She stared for the longest time inconspicuously, head tilted with an eyebrow cocked up. It was until he stepped underneath the white light's range did she see with more clarity. A boy? A man---she couldn't tell, he had a baby face, though. When he spoke, she raised her head, relaxed her eyebrowed and waited a few milliseconds before the chemical reaction kicked in.

Nicoleta sprang up from her seat and simultaneously slapped her hands against the counter and leaned forward, arms pressing together her endowed breasts to form a fine cleavage. She then shifted both of her legs on the seat so that she was kneeling on it, looking ready to pounce over the wooden counter. Spontaneously, her demeanor became as bright as a Christmas tree, smiling ecstatically, eyes sparkling. Her intuition always seem to be correct. However, Nicoleta was sure about this.

Beaming, she exclaimed, "ION~!~" She gleefully added, "It's you, isn't it? No no, it is you! O Doamne, it has been ages, hasn't it?" Sparing no time, she glided onto the counter and then slid off it, her heels landing with a loud clack! Here, she clasped her hands together like an eager child and said in a sing-song voice, "You've gotten so big~"

At this point, the once-bored spectators stared with complete shock that the bartender was capable of looking happy instead of pissed off.

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Alfred's eyes had flickered from the approaching giant moe-blob, to the sudden screech from the girl before boobs and body were flying by them and launching themselves at Ion followed with a very long and affectionate spiel which could have very-well been in another language because Alfred's brain was definitely not at full-processing power at the moment.

"...Ion?" He said, tildes and asterisks aside, lazily pulling himself away from the bar, still using it to lean on, frowning hard at the Moldavian, shaking his head, "Yer not Ivy... Where is he?" Then he remembered the voice that had given the clipped affirmation that he was indeed coming. Oh, totally not Ivan.

This made Alfred laugh as he walked over, thinking for a moment about wrapping an arm around his shoulder before noticing that he was kinda-really-hella tall. His lower lip jutted out in a frustrated pout. "You need a drink," he decided, seizing Ion's arm and dragging him to the bar, past the excited bartender and shoving him down into a chair, unaware of his strength in this stage.

"We need the last bastard~!"

DAMN YOU. IT'S MOLDOVAN. MOLDAVIAN IS SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY.

[amar_dulce_vin]

"Nicoar--"

He was unable to finish speaking before he was dragged away from the woman in front of him and forced down into a seat by the very idiot he'd come to retrieve. He tacitly observed the empty glasses and the scent of a miasmic cloud of gin, bourbon, brandy, and rum floating in the vicinity. Ion's lips quirked in a near invisible smile.

Nicoleta had been on a Bastard streak then. And Jones was out of his mind drunk.

...Ivan was sure to be thrilled. (And Ion also had to internally smirk when he realized the driver was still outside waiting, and the meter was still running.)

The Moldovan pushed his bangs out of the way and shot Nicoleta a shy smile.

"A fost o vreme, Ni. Dar se pare că prietenul vărul meu insistă am un Mai Tai."

NO. MOLDOVA BELONGS TO ROMANIA. I DUNNO WHY THEY HAVEN'T BECOME ONE YET.

[5minutetheft]

Agitated, Nicoleta threw a sharp glare at Alfred after he reeled Ion away from her. Ion didn't even finish saying the first word to her in person. The rude interruption was gladly welcomed by a frown. Delicately, a brow raised. "Really? You look like you're about to fall over, Jones." She teased with flashing eyes. However, she really had no intention of serving either of the two another drink.

Frankly, she just wants it to be nine already with Alfred out and alone time with Ion. Honestly, because there was so much to do.

Her defiant demeanor unconditionally melted after seeing a Ion's little meek winner's smile. Instantaneously, she beamed and hopped on to the counter and slid back to the other side in a swift movement. Oh, if Ion gets drunk, then she would have to take him home! Unfortunately, she has no idea where he lives! Essentially, she would have to take him to her house.

"Well then, if you boys really want it, then I'll let you guys have it." She chimed as she speedily whipped up two cups of that said drink. Nicoleta returned and sweetly pushed the cup over Ion while nonchalantly shoving it over to Alfred's area. Now for the results...

i have nothing to add to this subject conversation but more drunken Alfred

[waitforsuperman]

Saying Alfred was gone was putting it lightly. Saying he'd been taken into another dimension by a blackhole was closer.

Dead asleep on Ion's shoulder, the last bastard had finished him off within one minute of having it. Every man had his limit and Alfred had just pushed his. His arms were wrapped around Ion's arm, clutching it tightly. That Moldovan wasn't going anywhere without the American.

...cue Alfred the prop?

[amar_dulce_vin]

Ion hid a grimace in his Mai Tai as he felt Jones slump against him heavily, almost making him lose his grip on the said drink.

He wanted to swear vividly as he felt the American's vise-like grip encircle his arm with an intense pressure, one he would be unlikely to remove without the aid of a crowbar. He smiled weakly up at Nicoleta again, apologetic.

"I think is time for us to go..."

hurrah for lateness and crappiness woohoo

[5minutetheft]

Nicoleta's eyebrow twitched but she forced a small half-smile. "Leaving so soon already? Aye, why not another drink?" She leaned against the counter in a low, beguiling tone. However, after catching a glimpse of the limp Alfred, she did feel a tiny pang of guilt. Boy, he's going to feel that in the morning.

"Tch... Alright Jones looks like shit. Take him home safely."

We can mark it closed now? :D AND THEN DO A HAPPY DANCE?

[amar_dulce_vin]

He felt a twinge of guilt at Nicoleta's expression but shoved it away swiftly. Plenty of time to play nice when he wasn't playing nursemaid for a fool who couldn't hold his liquor. He smiled again briefly, pulling himself free enough from Alfred's sleeper-hold on his arm to bend over the counter and kiss Nicoleta once on each cheek with easy familiarity.

"A fost minunat să vă văd. Voi veni vizita din nou în curând."

He fell back, prying Jones from his seat and practically shoving him out of the door to the waiting taxi and its irate driver. He spared a glance at the fallen motorcycle and made a note to return (once he'd dumped Jones off) back to the club (and again on his cousin's expense, of course) and retrieve the eyesore so that nothing seemed too far amiss when Jones woke up in the morning.

All in all, not a complete waste of a Wednesday night...

YES IT IS CLOSED NOW

[5minutetheft]

Nicoleta kept that sour expression of hers until Ion gave her a peck on the cheeks. It was extremely sudden, wherefore her cheeks became dusted with the pink shade on her pale complexion. At a state of shock, the only thing she could do was blink until he turned away.

Then, she completely melted. Nicoleta leaned towards the counter, her hands on her cheeks, smiling like the gigantic goofball she is. Further freaking everyone who knew her (or thought they did), she shook her head as she giggled to herself, "Ayaa~ He kissed me! So cute, he's so cute!" before falling back into a dreamy minute or two in reverie.

Once a customer approached (he was humbled by her eccentric behavior), he meekly asked for a drink. She slammed the counter with a sudden volt of energy and then bellowed over the Latin music, "Free drinks on the house!" Then she propped her leg on the counter and pointed at those who were looking at her, "Come get your free drinks! If anyone here pisses me off or ruins my mood, this fucking deal will be over!"