Who: Nicoleta and anyone who wants a drink/party. So this is opeen~
When: 8PM, Nicoleta's last hour at work, November 24th
Where: Chueca
What: Have some fun at Chueca and meet the lovely bartender who might just decide to not serve you.
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There will be the regular Malibu, Bailey’s, and Kahlua except with an added spice tonight. )
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He was unable to finish speaking before he was dragged away from the woman in front of him and forced down into a seat by the very idiot he'd come to retrieve. He tacitly observed the empty glasses and the scent of a miasmic cloud of gin, bourbon, brandy, and rum floating in the vicinity. Ion's lips quirked in a near invisible smile.
Nicoleta had been on a Bastard streak then. And Jones was out of his mind drunk.
...Ivan was sure to be thrilled. (And Ion also had to internally smirk when he realized the driver was still outside waiting, and the meter was still running.)
The Moldovan pushed his bangs out of the way and shot Nicoleta a shy smile.
"A fost o vreme, Ni. Dar se pare că prietenul vărul meu insistă am un Mai Tai."
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Frankly, she just wants it to be nine already with Alfred out and alone time with Ion. Honestly, because there was so much to do.
Her defiant demeanor unconditionally melted after seeing a Ion's little meek winner's smile. Instantaneously, she beamed and hopped on to the counter and slid back to the other side in a swift movement. Oh, if Ion gets drunk, then she would have to take him home! Unfortunately, she has no idea where he lives! Essentially, she would have to take him to her house"Well then, if you boys really want it, then I'll let you guys have it." She chimed as she speedily whipped up two cups of that said drink. Nicoleta returned ( ... )
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Dead asleep on Ion's shoulder, the last bastard had finished him off within one minute of having it. Every man had his limit and Alfred had just pushed his. His arms were wrapped around Ion's arm, clutching it tightly. That Moldovan wasn't going anywhere without the American.
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He wanted to swear vividly as he felt the American's vise-like grip encircle his arm with an intense pressure, one he would be unlikely to remove without the aid of a crowbar. He smiled weakly up at Nicoleta again, apologetic.
"I think is time for us to go..."
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"Tch... Alright Jones looks like shit. Take him home safely."
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"A fost minunat să vă văd. Voi veni vizita din nou în curând."
He fell back, prying Jones from his seat and practically shoving him out of the door to the waiting taxi and its irate driver. He spared a glance at the fallen motorcycle and made a note to return (once he'd dumped Jones off) back to the club (and again on his cousin's expense, of course) and retrieve the eyesore so that nothing seemed too far amiss when Jones woke up in the morning.
All in all, not a complete waste of a Wednesday night...
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Then, she completely melted. Nicoleta leaned towards the counter, her hands on her cheeks, smiling like the gigantic goofball she is. Further freaking everyone who knew her (or thought they did), she shook her head as she giggled to herself, "Ayaa~ He kissed me! So cute, he's so cute!" before falling back into a dreamy minute or two in reverie.
Once a customer approached (he was humbled by her eccentric behavior), he meekly asked for a drink. She slammed the counter with a sudden volt of energy and then bellowed over the Latin music, "Free drinks on the house!" Then she propped her leg on the counter and pointed at those who were looking at her, "Come get your free drinks! If anyone here pisses me off or ruins my mood, this fucking deal will be over!"
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