Event: Party at Rush!

[eldorado_npc]

Rush tended to be much busier on the weekends.

There was something about the atmosphere that attracted people to it. They had many regulars who came in with their friends for drinks, businesses that threw their parties in the dining rooms, and curious newcomers who stepped in to get a look at the place and left several hours later. The bar always

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Seated At the Bar

[msattentionspan]

Faith was of the mind that if she couldn't get out of this place to go help out Angel, she was at least going to rack up one Helluva a tab at whatever bar she could get kicked out of. She was going for record time black-listing. Maybe if she made enough trouble, they'd realize she wasn't worth keeping around and send her back.

Of course, she was already done with four shots of Jack, and even though they weren't watering the stuff down, she wasn't feeling much of anything from it.

Tapping her knuckles on the bar, she gestured for another one, "Don't worry about my capability to walk out of here."

Seated At the Bar

[daughterof_evil]

Sasha was a little early for her dinner meeting with Bruce, who even at his earliest had a problem with punctuality. Rather than waiting around, she sat next to a brunette who was downing shots of Jack like it was water, and laughed when she heard her getting the attention of one of the bartenders for more. "He's probably more worried about his tip." There were a lot of cabs outside, and getting her a safe ride home if she did get wasted wasn't going to be a problem for anyone on staff.

"Drinking off a bad day or celebrating a good one?" she asked, ordering a cosmopolitan for herself. No one drank like that regularly, did they? And if they did, they probably should have met Nathan Petrelli. He didn't start with JD, but he was still entertaining to watch.

[msattentionspan]

Glancing to her side, she smirked at the remark about the tip. Faith hadn't realized that the Mayor still had accounts set up for her until she went to look into money and figured out that she actually had some.

"He'll get a tip. I'll tell him to wash his hands before he returns to work."

Exhaling, she let her hand take hold of the shotglass, rolling it on its edge a bit before drinking it down, "As for the drinking, I didn't really ever think people needed a reason. Well, alcoholics need an excuse, but I just wanted to drink. I did get kidnapped against my will."

[daughterof_evil]

"New here and still bitter, got it," Sasha smirked, thanking the bartender when he came over with her drink. She took a sip, and was quiet while she thought over her arrival in the city. It had been months ago, but the memory never seemed to fade. "It gets a lot easier once you get comfortable here. More normal, less...bad sci-fi movie." Even though it was one, and an abomination of one at that.

"I drank a lot my first week. Although it wasn't that bad - my roommate is hot as hell, and the apartment is nice enough. It's just not home. When I found a few people here from my little corner of the world, I felt a lot better. My boss even showed up." He couldn't live without her, so that wasn't a surprise.

"Another card-carrying member of the Hot as Hell club."

Sitting in a booth

[hasperkynipples]

Dean hadn't been expecting the party when he arrived at Rush. He was just hoping that it would be a quiet little back road hunter bar, but apparently that was too much to ask for in a place like this. But he did what he could with what he had.

He got himself a bottle of whiskey in the bar, and settled into a booth in the back corner of the room. It had been a long week, and while he was feeling a little more rested and relaxed than he had in a long time, he knew that he should be getting to the point where he could get to sleep without drowning himself first, for right now he was just trying to adjust to being stuck somewhere. It wasn't a fun feeling.

He poured himself a glass and leaned back in the booth, his eyes watching the people as they moved around the room. People watching with a bottle of booze, as far as he was concerned, was not a bad way to end the evening.

[msattentionspan]

Oh, she'd seen him walk in and honestly half expected him to come over to her to try and make that second impression. Call her impressed when he opted to take up residence at a booth instead.

After talking to Sasha for a bit, getting a better lay of the land, 'so-to-speak', Faith slid off the bar stool and headed over toward his booth. She didn't take a seat though, she just stood at the end of the table, "See? The cranky man sits alone."

[hasperkynipples]

He glanced up at her with an amused look, before taking another sip of his whiskey. "There're too many people in here. Making me feel a little claustrophobic."

And that was the truth. Too many people in a small space made him feel like he wanted to bolt, and he was really trying his best to keep his cool here and see as many faces as he could.

[msattentionspan]

Faith glanced around, shrugging, "Seems like a good place to be. Too many people to care who you are, not enough to threaten a riot."

She didn't take a seat though, she was mostly just taking inventory of who was there and who she needed to meet. Dean, she already knew. This was just Standard Hassling 101 as far as she was concerned.

"How about I come check on you when it's last call," Faith smirked.

Sitting at the Bar

[whoiamundrneath]

Since it was mostly quiet and peaceful around El Dorado, Bruce couldn't help finding how busy Rush had turned out to be a little unsettling. Sasha's suggesting they go there had been the first he'd heard of the place, and walking in, he almost felt like he was back in Gotham. Maybe that'd been the point.

Either way, with a few polite smiles and smooth words, Bruce got himself a seat at the bar to wait for his Vice President. He looked down the bar to check if she was already there, and sighed when he couldn't see her.

Bruce ordered himself a ginger ale, ignoring the raised eyebrow that got from the bartender, and watched everyone else there move around him. It was going to be a long night.

[msattentionspan]

The thing with moving around a bar was that there were other people in it. Other people with body temperatures and the urge to dance and get sweaty. That also meant those same people increased the temperature in the room, which meant if you wanted to stay cool, well you either had to just leave or drink some more.

Faith was always a fan of the drink more line of thought. As she cut through the crowd, she leaned against the bar, sliding in where she could find some space and ordered a beer. Truthfully, she wanted another shot of Jack, but she figured she could at the very least take the time to have a beer and maybe let her body acclimate a bit more to the warmer temperature of the room.

After the first swallow, she turned to look at who was sitting beside her, or at least near her. "Wow, you could not look any more bored."

[whoiamundrneath]

"I'm waiting for someone." Or he'd missed her entirely. Or she was somewhere around here. One of the three. "A friend." Bruce flashed another polite smile to the woman next to him, sipping his ginger ale and setting it back down again. Iced tea after this, then the usual routine to make it look like he'd been drinking.

Gotham had followed him to El Dorado. That was it. "She has a talent for making an entrance, so I'm assuming she's lying in wait." He looked her way, figuring he could maintain conversation for the moment. "What about you, waiting on anyone?" He assumed she wasn't going to be this social if she was, but he also didn't know her.

[msattentionspan]

Nodding, she tried to figure him out, sizing up the drink at his hand, the way he didn't want to be there. He was something, but she couldn't sort out what. Even in prison she'd learned a few things about sizing up someone, but he was better than she was, at least at hiding it.

"Waiting? Nope. I'm new, so I figured I'd go where the people were. Turns out? Lot'a people." Extending her hand, she wiped the condensation from the bottle off her palm, and onto her jeans, before returning her hand out, "I'm Faith. You might recognize my name from random text messages that made no sense."

wandering around

[herfatherseyes]

She had gotten separated from her father. Well alright, it was more that she had run off while he was talking to a pretty girl. But after wandering around for a bit she had begun to feel more than a little bit scared. When she came across the restaurant and saw all the people inside, she figured that maybe that would be a good place to wait. When she came into the restaurant she was more than a little confused. What with lots of people and everything that was going on. Most of the restaurants Tali had been in were very kid friendly and had things like balloons and ice cream

[daughterof_evil]

Sasha was still looking around for Bruce when she noticed someone looking very out of place in the restaurant. There was a little girl walking around who didn't seem to be there with any of the adults at the bar. She probably should have left her alone in case an angry parent walked up, but she didn't want to let the girl continue to wander on her own, either. Sasha didn't know a lot about kids, but she did know that didn't belong in bars, especially by themselves.

She approached her slowly, offering the little girl a small smile. "Hi there," she said cheerfully, trying not to let too much concern seep into her voice. Still, she found herself smoothing over her dress and kneeling down to meet her at her own level, hoping she wouldn't start crying on her. "My name's Sasha. I saw you walking around and thought maybe you could use some help."

[herfatherseyes]

Unlike both her parents Tali had grown up in a very safe and comforting world. So strangers had never been an issue for her. She was often a very excitable and friendly girl. Her parents could definitely be over protective and worry about who she spoke to, but there had never been cause for real concern. So when she was approached by a lady who she thought was very pretty, she offered a smile. "Hi Sasha. I'm Tali." The only thing that left her reserved was because she couldn't find her father. Back at home he'd never allow that to happen, but here he wasn't used to being a parent.

"I don't know where my Daddy went. So I am waiting for him to find me. I was told that I should stay in one place if I am alone."

[daughterof_evil]

"It's very nice to meet you, Tali." Sasha extended a hand, still looking around to see if anyone would claim her. Tali's explanation had her a little confused as to why a man would go anywhere without his kid, but she wasn't going to comment on that to the little girl. They could call him once she had a name, and if Tali needed someone to sit and wait with her, Sasha wouldn't mind irritating Bruce by being the late one for a change.

"That's really good advice, but there are so many grown-ups in here that you might be hard for him to find, sweetheart. How about we go sit down and figure out where your dad is? I'll get you a Shirley Temple and we can check out the menu if you're hungry. We'll pick a spot and stay there until your dad shows up."

seated @ the resturant

[reasontostand]

On Mondays, Autumn liked trying out a restaurant that he'd never gone to. Today, it was Rush.

He'd heard about the event, but--well, while he was good at history and vaguely knew what boys like him would wear, he opted for an all-black attire, a nice dress shirt and pants. He sat at a small table, since he hadn't really thought to invite anyone else, but he also knew a few people were there. He wasn't as tired as he thought he'd be after his job at the hospital, probably why he wasn't reading his usual novel and instead, he was people watching.

Autumn didn't get out much, but with all the people bustling and going from room to room, he had to admit, it reminded him of home.

[slasher_slayer]

Not much one for social events, Cassie didn't have the faintest as to why she was at Rush. But, she was there. It was probably that small, but growing, voice at the back of her head that was her roommate's. Go out. Meet people! Have a good time! Cassie had kept her nightmares and hallucinations from Abby as best she could, but she knew that the older girl had a feeling that something was, as she'd called it, 'hinky'.

So Cassie listened to that voice in her head. And the one in her stomach. The minute she stepped into the restaurant, her stomach growled. Quite loudly, actually.

Glancing over, she hoped that blonde kid didn't hear that. It would be embarrassing as hell.

[reasontostand]

Too bad for her, Autumn did manage to hear. He pulled his head out from his cupped hands, looking over at her with a surprised glance. ... before he had to start stifling a laugh. Someone sure was hungry. "Hey," he called, an all too smug look on his face. "y'need a seat? Sounds like you're starving."

[slasher_slayer]

Cassie saw the movement out of the corner of her eye. Shit. He'd heard. She glanced at him, a little on the awkward side, brow in almost a permanent frown.

When the kid had offered her a seat as his table, her eyebrows lifted towards her hairline. He didn't even know her name and he was offering his company-slash-table. What was it with nice people?

"Thanks," Cassie nodded, walking over and sitting down across from him. "Cassie."