When she steps into the bar, Melpomene wears: a leather jacket, a pair of worn-down boots, and a dark frown.

If you know her, though, you'll notice the twitch on her lips that means she's not too displeased.

Before long, Melpomene's reclining in a booth, her boots propped on the table and an unlit cigarette sitting absently in her mouth. She's ( Read more... )

Like any hard-drinking bar denizen, Melpomene eventually has to pay her dues. In part, this means tending the bar when she's told.

A little grumpy, Melpomene heads behind the bar and lights up. (What's a proper bar without a fine fog of cigarette smoke?) With her free hand, she writes:

Specials:
Make me laugh, half-off drinks.
 ... then she presses ( Read more... )

Melpomene is slouched in a corner chair with a good vantage point, gazing across the bar every so often, before she looks back down at her poetry tome.

In one hand, she cups a golden glass of Atlantean. With the other, she taps the arm of her chair (clearly more impatient than her dark eyes reveal).

You might want to tell her that the book she's ( Read more... )

It is still early in the afternoon, but it is already dark outside.

Teja is sitting by the fireplace, playing a melancholy tune upon his harp.

The cats are casually draped around the chair he is sitting in.

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Here's a face that hasn't been seen around the bar for a while. Oh, she's been here; but she's been quiet.

For some weeks, the dreams lasted, and she had been quite vigilant in her search for the prince who called himself vampyr - Dracula - Vlad Tepesh. But, quietly the dreams began to fade, the disorientation and the confusion with them, and ( Read more... )

Tonight, the goddess Aphrodite is playing the part of your friendly neighborhood bartender, and has dressed accordingly in jeans and a deep green t-shirt with a deep v-neck. Her hair (tonight, golden) is swept up into a messy but very fetching ponytail, a few tendrils fallen loose and framing her face ( Read more... )

The door simply opens and shuts, letting a young woman, primly dressed, enter. The business jacket and modest skirt are both navy blue, with a school crest blazoned on the lapel. Her hair is pulled back into a neat twist- but no, no glasses. The lady can see well enough without any such thing, thank you ( Read more... )

[ contrary to popular opinion, crime does pay ]Ben has an abundance of good cheer that has nothing to do with the holiday season. Which is why, if you plunk yourself down next to him -- or, hell, just wander up to the counter near his stool -- he'll probably offer you a smile, a nod, and even a drink ( Read more... )

Jane had gone home and worried that her mother or Cassandra would wonder about the bandage on her neck but Dr. Cullen did a good job and no one noticed ( Read more... )