005 [Visual / Location: The Dodgy Jammer] And Sing All You Want

[rereremembered]

It wasn't like there was a shortage of bars in Taxon, it was just that a vast majority of them lacked a certain something. Atmosphere. Style. A staff not consisting of Extras

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[location: the bar]

[rereremembered]

Fitz sighed and handed his customer his beverage. "Right, got it, only two drinks for you. I heard you the first time, mate."

"Yeah, thanks, I I I just wanted to make sure." And with that the bloke with the zipper on his head grinned, nodded, took his shandy, and sauntered back to his table.

With a low whistle Fitz shook his head and glanced around the clientel he'd managed to attract. He wondered if he should break the ice and sing the first song himself, as he had no qualms at all about public musical performance. Still, he was finding himself much more tempted by the karaoke machine than the notion of jumping up on stage with his guitar and giving them a real Fitz Fortune performance.

He nonchalantly began flipping through one of the suspiciously huge songlist books scattered along the bar, not quite sure what he wanted to go with.

"Does anybody have any requests?"

[location: the bar]

[auntjenna]

Okay, so a bar didn't really constitute the level of responsibility Jenna had been trying to keep up with at home in Mystic Falls, but she figured with the way her last week or so had shaped up, she was overdue for a little R&R. In Jenna's case, this involved getting hammered, which she hadn't honestly done since taking custody of Jeremy and Elena. A twinge of guilt surfaced, but she shoved it down. Stefan would have her back. So would Caroline and, much as she hated to admit it, so would Damon.

She'd let Elena know where she'd be going and headed on down to the bar, leaning against the counter where there was a nice-looking man examining what looked to be a songlist. Who knew what that was for, but Jenna had arrived just in time to hear his question. So she answered with a teasing smile on her face.

"For what, drinks or songs?"

She knew what she wanted tonight.

[location: the bar]

[rereremembered]

"Both," he replied with a grin and wink. Charming customers, especially pretty female ones, was something he could do. "A little music to get the ball rolling, or a glass of something potent and inspiring, I'm happy to accommodate either."

He offered his hand. "Fitz Fortune, intergalactic man of mystery. How do you do?"

[location: the bar]

[auntjenna]

Jenna was starting to like this guy already. Her smirk widened a little and she gave the man - Fitz he said - a sly grin. "Hit me with your hardest." And she meant that completely honestly. She wanted something hard and potent. "Something I can take shots with or..." She let the sentence draw out.

Jenna took the offered hand, giving it a good shake. "Jenna Sommers. Nice to meet you, Fitz. I'm glad there's at least one nice guy in this place."

[location: the bar]

[auntjenna]

Eventually, Jenna slid down the bar, away from most of the traffic, but close enough to the bartender for her to manage quick refills. She positioned herself where she could see most of what was going on in the area, too, so if Elena walked in, she'd know. Even if... she didn't particularly want Elena to see her being irresponsible. The twinge of guilt sprang up again.

Where was Kelly Donovan when she was really needed?

So, Jenna took her place at the bar and tossed back a shot, waiting to see if anyone would try to pick up the cute yet obviously drunk chick at the bar.

[location: the bar]

[smecker]

You're not Paul's type, Jenna (for which, be grateful), but there is a man who's come on in, at any rate. Paul heads to the counter, giving half a nod at the woman already there, and rubs at his face before addressing the scruffy bartender.

"Vodka, please. I'll tell you when to stop, or you'll cut me off, one of the two." He sits down on a stool like a man in need of that drink.

The holes on his neck have healed up, just scars now, but goddamn if they don't itch like hell. It's the first time he's been really outside since.... everything, Dawn, Dawn, Dawn, and Paul is intellectually aware that leaving the safety of a vampire-proof home and going somewhere to get drunk? Kind of fuck-balls stupid.

But he really wants to get plastered. Really, really wants.

[location: the bar]

[auntjenna]

It's okay, Paul. You're not Jenna's type, either. But damn does she need to get hammered tonight. She only glances at the man as he walks up. There's another vodka shot or two next to her hand. Jenna doesn't say anything for a little bit, but she does take note of the request he makes and after a while, she speaks up.

"Sounds like I'm not the only one who wants to get completely hammered tonight."

Says the woman who's already a sheet or two to the wind.

[location: the bar]

[smecker]

Paul flicks a glance over, eyes verifying with a glance at the woman's wrist that she too is another prisoner, then he nods with a half-laugh. "Ohhh yes. To the power of nth."

When he gets his vodka, he takes a swallow, squeezes his eyes shut and waits for the initial burn to pass.

"What's your trauma?"

[tin_hearts]

It was one of those months. Had been for several months already, and Cain was well overdue for a hard drink. Or, if not hard, at least stiffer than water. So he walked up to the bar and nodded at the barkeep.

"I'll have a beer, please."

[rereremembered]

"Coming right up for you, sir," Fitz said and poured a pint. He tried getting a read on this customer, but didn't see more than a man in need of alcohol which he was happy to provide. He set the glass down with a nod.

"There you are. Hope that's...well, as to your liking as we can manage here."

[tin_hearts]

Cain placed his hands on either side of the tall glass, long fingers splayed to twist it where it stood. Looked about right, smelled not quite so. It was good enough. "Not your fault if it tastes off. You got a neat place, here. Brand new, and all."

[rereremembered]

"Ta," Fitz replied, grinning, and took out a cloth to wipe down the bar. Then he gave Cain another glance and figured out where he remembered him from: the arrival room, after the zzzzoooom-- nasty things. Nope, still not bringing that up.

"Keeps me off the streets, at least," he added with a shrug. "How about yourself? Found anything to keep you occupied?"

[location: a table]

[justaddmarbles]

He'd balked, he'd dug in his heels, he'd whined about being taken away from his work, but now that he was out Glitch felt somewhat relieved. The generator and his myriad other projects had started to consume his life, and while the long hours in the shop were (hopefully) bringing him closer to getting his brain back, they'd also taken him away from things that mattered. Tonight, he could work on fixing that.

Glitch returned to the table where he'd left DG and his drink, toting a basket of chips and a selection of condiements, with a karaoke song book tucked under his arm. He gave DG a sheepish grin as got everything arranged before seating himself.

"Couldn't decide what I wanted so...I I took a little bit of everything," he remakred and gestured to the tray laden with anything one would want to put on a french fry. "I have no idea how I'm gonna pick a song."

Especially since, by rights, he shouldn't know any.

[tothelightshown]

It hadn’t been easy to persuade Glitch to abandon his work for the evening, and, in a way, DG was rather surprised that she’d succeeded. She surveyed the bar with an air of triumph while her companion wandered off in search of condiments, sipping her drink and listening to the music. For a moment, everything seemed almost normal.

Almost. Despite her best efforts, DG still didn’t know why Glitch was working so hard at the moment. She was worried. He was going to exhaust himself - not to mention forget important details like meal times - and there were days when she barely saw him at all. It wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t healthy and it was definitely a cause for concern.

“Just pick one you like the sound of and make it up as you go along?” she suggested, leaning over to nonchalantly steal one of his chips.

[justaddmarbles]

Glitch chuckled and shrugged. "That's bound to be entertaining, at least," he remarked, then snagged a chip of his own before flipping the book open. "Which is the point, I I guess."

Entertaining. Fun. The point. Yes, he'd been missing out of late.

"Thank you for getting me out. I'm...thank you."

[tothelightshown]

"You can go first," she said, peering upside down at the book and trying to decide what to sing. The last time she'd performed in public, it hadn't been a voluntary show. At least the hamsters hadn't given her the chance to waste the evening on internal debates.

"You're welcome. It feels like weeks since I've seen you properly."