The bartender is in [OTA]

[prodigalsavior]

Damon had discovered that he actually enjoyed bartending. Well, he enjoyed it as much as he'd enjoy anything where he actually had to work. Guiseppe, Conte di Salvatore was probably rolling in his grave somewhere at the idea of his eldest son and heir actually putting in a day's work at anything other than hawking or wenching, but, really, Damon

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[speedster_girl]

Daphne's ability had some rather unfortunate bi-products. For one, she was always hungry. Her metabolism had a tendency to chew through everything she she put in her body, and that included alcohol, which made getting drunk something of a challenge.

Not that she was trying to get drunk, at least not tonight--though doing so would've probably been a break from the tedious routine of Life in the Magic Village. She was, however, downing an admirable amount of shots in an attempt to keep that pleasant swimmy feeling. It seemed to be working pretty well so far. "Can I get another?" she asked, nudging the empty shot glass forward so that it clinked lightly against one of the others in her collection.

[prodigalsavior]

It was probably really bad form to be sitting on the bar with a patron at it, but Damon didn't seem to be the least bit concerned about it. If the girl didn't mind, why should he, right? Right. He gave the bottle another twirl around his finger, then reached to snag a glass from behind the bar and pour her another shot. He slid it down to her easily, with just enough force that it didn't spill a drop. Oh, the joys of preternatural abilities, sometimes.

Damon gave her a sunny smile. "I keep thinking I'm going to have to cut you off, but so far you're holding up well. I'm impressed." She certainly smelled human enough, which made it even more impressive.

[speedster_girl]

Daphne certainly wasn't bothered--in fact, if he got the urge to take his shirt off and go full out Coyote Ugly, that'd be fine, too. She stopped the glass's smooth slide with quick fingertips closing around the lip, scoffed softly in amusement. "Mm, yeah, well, what can I say. I have a hell of a tolerance," she remarked, tossing it back and making a bit of a face. There, that should do it for a bit.

[prodigalsavior]

Don't tempt him to misbehave more than he is. That'd be bad. He gave her an amused look, and poured himself a shot. It was nicer if the customers bought him one, but he could certainly afford it, or he just wouldn't tell Phoebe. Tossing it back, he shook his head then tossed the shot glass back toward the bin for the dishwasher. There was a tinkle of glass. Oops?

"I like that in a girl," he said with approval.

[evenprettydead]

Cedric had gathered that Damon worked at P3, but he'd had trouble working up the nerve to see the vampire again. Not out of fear of being harmed so much as being startled by his own reaction Damon's attentions.

Still, Cedric was one to face up to things, and so he found himself going to the club and going inside. Seeing Damon sitting up on the bar, Cedric smiled and walked over. "Hello, there. Do you serve butterbeer here?"

[prodigalsavior]

"Cedric!" Damon stopped spinning the bottle of tequila he'd been playing with and gave the young man a smile. "Long time no see. I don't think I've ever heard of butterbeer..."

He tilted his head, giving him a searching look. "Are you even old enough to drink?" Not that he particularly cared, but, again, he didn't want to end up fired.

[evenprettydead]

"Actually, no." Cedric said, grinning. "But butterbeer is an underage drink. If you don't have any, a cider would be fine." He sat on one of the stools. "How have you been?"

[prodigalsavior]

Damon spun around on the counter to drop back behind it properly, as he needed to be able to reach more than the tequila, obviously, and even he wasn't that good. He found something suitably non-alcoholic and close enough to cider, though he was fairly certain they hadn't anything like what one could get in Europe anywhere, and handed it over, leaning against the bar and flashing Cedric a smirk. "Cheers, as they say in your country." He poured himself a shot of tequila, clinking it against his glass and tossed it back. "I've been good, actually. You?" He gave him a searching look while pretending not to. "Any...disturbing dreams?" Not that he was worried or anything, but Stefan always went on so, it had to have stuck in his head.

[droo_ids]

"Hi."

Bonnie, despite the issue of her probably not being the legal drinking age (did weird magical villages have a legal drinking age?), cheerfully hopped up onto a barstool.

"I see you found a job that suits you."

[prodigalsavior]

Damon had shifted from balancing the bottle to pouring himself shots, and threw one back, before giving her a bit of a smirk.

"Yep. Suits me quite well, actually. Surprising, but there it is."

[droo_ids]

"Not that surprising. You keep the right hours," she pointed out.

"And I bet you make great tips."

[prodigalsavior]

"Excellent ones," Damon said with a nod, "Though I've been thinking of ways to expand the gig a bit." The smirk on his lips said it wasn't any good boy way, not that anything he did was.

"What can I get you?"

[beyond_therest]

Coming in after an excruciatingly boring class at the community college, Wendy observed the space as she walked into P3 with her usual taste for whiskey.

Usually, she'd wait for work to drink, or indulge in some of the whiskey she kept in her room, but being that her legs were almost frozen from the walk so far and she still had a bit to go, she decided to pop into P3. Plus, she had never been there before and was curious as to what it looked like.

"Anybody ever tell you tricks are for kids?" Wendy asked somewhat teasingly as she settled on a bar stool, dropping her textbook on the stool to her left and considering whether to take her jacket off or not.

[prodigalsavior]

Damon cast the girl a sideways look, still playing with the bottle, though paying it less attention. He did at least stop drumming his heels on the bar as he gave her a slow once over, and then smirked. "Well, if you ask my brother, he'll tell you I never bothered to grow up, so that would be appropriate."

He flipped the bottle in the air, caught it, then set it down. "What can I do for you?"

[beyond_therest]

"Jack straight up to start, please. After that, we'll see what you can do." She said with a grin, deciding to take her jacket off and thaw. "It'll be more fun that way. 'Cause I mean, swingin' the bottles 'round isn't so impressive if it don't taste right in the end." Wendy replied.

[prodigalsavior]

Damon gave her another appraising look, then spun on the bar and dropped lightly back behind the bar, flashing her a smile. "You make a valid point," he agreed, and reached for a bottle of Jack. He did still make a show of flipping it for the fun, because, really, what the hell was the point of the job if he wasn't going to have fun--he could charm or demand anything he needed out of anyone--and poured her a drink, making one for himself as well, before handing hers over and leaning against the bar. "I promise you...I can be impressive at anything."

[wru_andalasia]

Giselle had never been to P3 before. She didn't know it had existed before that day, when she decided to enter the unknown building.

Donned in a gray sweater and jeans, rather than the usual dress she'd wear in any other season than winter (or when she was staying inside the hotel), she opened the door slowly and peeked in.

She tilted her head when she saw Damon's bottle-spinning, face lighting up at seeing him. With the usual skip in her step, she walked over to the bar and shot a big smile his way.

"Damon, hi!"

[prodigalsavior]

He felt her before he heard her voice, his pretty little pet he'd gone and made his own, but he kept playing with the bottle until she spoke, and then he flipped it a bit and set it down, twisting on the bar and tucking one foot up under him to give her a smile.

"Giselle, my love, there you are. Have you been hiding?"