03. Because you guys look like you need it.
Characters: xlillackeykitty & vatheon
Location: That little jazz bar at Nostalgia Nook
Time: Afternoon/Evening
Style: Any but starting in third
Status: Open like a margarita, bb.
If he wasn't at the radio station, trying to figure things out, he was here. This was the only link he had with home, with her, with his father and admittedly, this was where he felt the most comforting. How ironic in its naming: The Gates of Hell. Of course, its usual barkeep was nowhere to be found. He hadn't set foot on Vatheon's soil so Luka made do with what he could, being the bartender for now. Sure, he could mix up a few drinks every now and then but his menu wasn't as extensive as Rodin's probably was. And you can forget about flairtending.
So there he was again, slumped over the bar and staring at the counter top. Beside him was a bottle of scotch, some of its contents in a glass with a large chunk of ice that looked undisturbed. It was a slow day for him, a little concerning as his friends had gone as well... first Bayonetta, now Blair and Sora, too. It just seemed people kept up and leaving. But was he selfish for wanting them to stay?
With a sigh, he reached over and scratched Cereza's ears as the little kitten padded across the bar top.
[ ooc: so don't just limit yourself to talking to Luka. Go grab a drink, sit down, mingle, it's a... somewhat party, I guess. o.o You can do whatever you wanna! Mingling is good. We can talk about people leaving and drink. ]
Have some background music while you angst.
Location: That little jazz bar at Nostalgia Nook
Time: Afternoon/Evening
Style: Any but starting in third
Status: Open like a margarita, bb.
If he wasn't at the radio station, trying to figure things out, he was here. This was the only link he had with home, with her, with his father and admittedly, this was where he felt the most comforting. How ironic in its naming: The Gates of Hell. Of course, its usual barkeep was nowhere to be found. He hadn't set foot on Vatheon's soil so Luka made do with what he could, being the bartender for now. Sure, he could mix up a few drinks every now and then but his menu wasn't as extensive as Rodin's probably was. And you can forget about flairtending.
So there he was again, slumped over the bar and staring at the counter top. Beside him was a bottle of scotch, some of its contents in a glass with a large chunk of ice that looked undisturbed. It was a slow day for him, a little concerning as his friends had gone as well... first Bayonetta, now Blair and Sora, too. It just seemed people kept up and leaving. But was he selfish for wanting them to stay?
With a sigh, he reached over and scratched Cereza's ears as the little kitten padded across the bar top.
[ ooc: so don't just limit yourself to talking to Luka. Go grab a drink, sit down, mingle, it's a... somewhat party, I guess. o.o You can do whatever you wanna! Mingling is good. We can talk about people leaving and drink. ]
Have some background music while you angst.