!open, Church

[heathens_church]

Who: Church and [Open - to everyone not going to the dance!]
When: February 14th, 9:00 PM
Where: Lorne's Bar. Church found BOOZE.
What: Church wandered around, found the bar. He's lookin' for a pretty girl.
Rating: R - naughty things come from his mouth. All the time.
Status: Incomplete and OPEN.

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[not_kermit]

Lorne left Ara open for the people who didn't want to go to the Valentine's Day dance. Not that he wasn't planning to go, but he would later. After all these little ducklings were seen to.

So while not at full capacity, the karaoke bar did have a few crooners wanting to sing away their romantic blues. There was a cover of Blue Moon sang by one of the townspeople, which the demon was listening to intently. Poor kid, that one.

Sal, the bartender, was the one to fill up the Spartan's order of three shots. They were placed before him in very quick succession. Lorne, having been meandering toward the bar as well, leaned against it and grinned charmingly at his bartender. The grin garnered him another seabreeze placed in that empty cup.

Fun (and bad) thing about being a demon. Alcohol had no effect. The green-skinned (and ruby red-eyed. and horned) man turned then, leaning his back against the bar. And smiled over to the newcomer. "Three is the magic number tonite?"

[heathens_church]

Oh, Jesus. Didn't your mother teach you not to sneak up on people, Lorne? Especially when you were green and ugly. Like you were. Church was just lifting his glass and he dropped it when that -- thing -- spoke to him. He didn't have any money, of course, but he'd start a 'tab'. Hah.

The glass shattered on the floor, spilling the whiskey, as Leonard turned to face this... creature. "What the FUCK!" Shouted, and he slid out of his bar stool, reaching down to grab for the pistol that decidedly was not strapped to his thigh. Fuck. What the fuck was this thing? He took a step back and lifted his hands some, as if he was surrendering. He didn't have a gun. He gave up. He quit.

[not_kermit]

Sal grunted, irritable at the waste of good whiskey and a little protective over the jolly green giant there. Well, not terribly giant. Six foot, six foot one max. But still. Lorne lifted his hand and grabbed a cloth to pick up the pieces of broken glass. "Such a pottymouth, Pumpkin!" Chided in lightheartedness. He definitely wasn't taken aback by the reaction. It was a little odd, but only mostly because this was the first reaction like that in a long time.

"Your gun wouldn't work here anyway. Just so you know." He smiled pleasantly. Then a well manicured hand motioned for him to drink the other whiskeys that were waiting. "You must be a new lost little lamb! I'm Lorne. This place is Ara. And my fabulous companion back there is Sal."

[heathens_church]

Church really couldn't have given two fucks about the wasted whiskey. There was a giant (not really, he was three inches shorter than Church) green man in front of him! But still giant, because what was the point of having a green monster standing in front of you if he wasn't giant? And he had horns. What the fuck?

"I'm not a lost little anything, especially not to you. Or your fagtastic companion." He glanced back at Sal.. then to the monster standing in front of him, again. "Back the fuck off, Frankenstein."

[skyless_pirate]

Oh thank the heavens. There was some place open that wasn't filled to capacity with smooching lovers and wasn't that ... dance that was going on in the jazz club. Balthier didn't understand this holiday and found, strangely, that he didn't want to understand it. It was odd. Worse than the red and green tree gift holiday he had suffered through.

So, it was with some great measure of relief that he stepped through, paused and eyed the singing people, then continued in. May as well, right? He took a seat and eyed the green man for a moment, held in a sigh and just .. adjusted. Had to get used to this place; it was home, now.

[heathens_church]

Church had just started on a new drink, another one of the too-strong ones Sal had made for him. He was happy that the monster had quit talking to him, because really... why would he want to talk to a monster? He looked like a Munster. Church was taller than him, but the fact that he was green definitely gave him that "I'm an evil creature" feeling. And, of course, the part where he was a demon.

But the green monster had quit talking to him and now Church's attention was moving to the man who'd just entered the bar, eyes following him as he moved. Wow. He loved what he was wearing. It was so... shiny.

"Hey." He said, leaning forward towards the bar counter some. "You don't exactly look normal, but you're not green. That makes you alright in my current semi-buzzed book." Church took dibs on this semi-normal looking man.

[not_kermit]

Lorne had business to tend to. Mainly taking care of the people who came and sang for him. Some of them wanted the advice. Some of them needed it. Those who didn't fall in either of those categories were left well enough alone.

And, truth be told, the green fellow just needed a moment's breather away from Grumpy Bear over at the bar. Lorne was the pinnacle of fence-sitting and neutrality, believing that people were who they were. But sometimes had to make like Amy Winehouse should and go to rehab for the more toxic ones.

Oh Amy Winehouse. You break a demon's heart. Ahem. Anyhow. He was speaking quietly with the last singer when Balthier came in. A smile was flashed his way, and not long after finishing up with the singer did Lorne come to say hello.

[skyless_pirate]

"No," Balthier agreed, elbows on the bar and head tipped in confustion. "I am most certainly not green. Do you have an issue with green people? Not a smart thing in most places, since green is actually a popular color in sentient people."

When Lorne came over, Balthier nodded his hello, flashing a charming smile along with the nod. "Balthier. Not so much at anyone's service, these days, but still here."