All Work, No Play [Active/Open]

[therightcurves]

Character(s): Megara, open
Content: Megara in the Seventh Heaven. Again.
Setting: Seventh Heaven [G7]
Time: Week 28, all day
Warnings: None

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FIRST LULZ

[foriszecht]

It was a place still unfamiliar to Reddas, as he had been exploring through the town of Paixao for a few weeks now. Seventh Heaven never came readily apparent to him because of its dulled edges, as though it were left abandoned for quite some time. Now, the warmth had entered back into the building and the lights were on inside, making the eye-like windows glow with hospitality. It had been a great while since he had enjoyed a beverage of the Balfonheim air pirate variety: strong, heady, and hard. A place with the name Seventh Heaven lent itself to such clientele and demands, despite the cliched name

[therightcurves]

"Hard to intrude when the place is open for business," Megara replied dryly, lips quirked upwards in a small smirk. She tilted her chin towards one of the bar stools in silent invitation to sit before turning, her heavy auburn ponytail swinging with the motion. Her first customer of the day sure was...interesting looking. She'd never seen facial hair like his before. Paixao was always full of new surprises.

She selected a bottle of vintage she'd never heard of before and poured it into a plain glass. "Haven't seen you before," she said, sliding the drink his way.

[foriszecht]

Reddas scratched at his graying sideburns to Megara's typical casual style. "I suppose that would be a valid argument. I still choose to exercise courtesy when e're able," he offered back. He enjoyed looking around the place now that life was in it. "I assume you are the proprietor?" he asked in his pleasing baritone.

When the drink came rolling over to him, he caught the glass with a familiarity that had been there with him for decades as the leader of the rowdy Balfonheim Port. "Thank you for your hospitality. I am Reddas, ruler of Balfonheim," he said with a smile after taking his first sip.

[therightcurves]

Meg corked the bottle and placed it back among the others. She had quite a lot to say on the subject of pointless courtesy...but then, it wouldn't do to argue with her first and perhaps only customer of the day. She merely lifted her shoulder in a shrug as she turned in place, folding her arms and leaning against the counter.

"I guess I am at this point. Name's Megara." She smiled slightly in return. "I used to work here as a waitress until my employer up and disappeared. Now I'm here."

[go_thedistance]

Hercules peeked in the door of the building, wondering if this place would be yet another on that would kick him out because of the way he dressed. He looked around the mostly empty room, noticing that it didn't seem at all like the other cafes and restaurants around the city. So he tentatively made his way in, mentally bracing himself in case he was about to get kicked out again.

[therightcurves]

Meg stood with her back to the door, behind the bar, putting away freshly washed glasses and steins. "Hey. Welcome to the Seventh Heaven," she greeted the newest customer without turning around, voice dry with her usual indifference. "I don't have much in the way of food at the moment -- my cook went crazy. But I guess you don't really come into a bar looking...for food."

She trailed off as she turned slightly, taking in the boy's very familiar mode of dress. A surprised scoff of a chuckle escaped her. "...this is a surprise."

[go_thedistance]

Hercules made his way towards the bar as the woman greeted him, for a given value of 'greeting' at least, since she didn't sound very enthusiastic about it. But it was certainly a lot better than most of the other businesses, which kicked the boy out on the spot.

Hercules paused when she trailed off and looked around the room in confusion.
"A... a surprise?"

[therightcurves]

Her hips swiveled as she moved forward, leaning on the bar with her arms folded on the dark wood. "Yeah," she replied, one aristocratic eyebrow raised as she made no secret of her traveling gaze, taking in the sandals and the toga. "Didn't think I'd find anyone from my neck of the woods." Her gaze traveled up to his face again, heavy-lidded gaze guarded but curious.

"Or maybe wherever you're from has the same taste in fashion as my world."

just for nutmegs

[masterfulflames]

It wasn't known to anyone as of yet that Hades was back in the game, back in town, rolling out the golden chariots and partyin' down the streets of Paixao with hordes of darkness in his wake! ...Alright, alright. So they didn't know about it because it hadn't actually happened yet. Hades was keeping on the down-low, keeping to the shadows, smirking and checking into some of the tabs he had on certain people.

It was good to be Hades.

Any business Megara currently had was chased out when tendrils of darkness coiled around the doorway and snaked inside. Hades himself was found leaning behind the bar, arms crossed, a smirk on his face.

"Nutmeg, darling, it's been awhile."

[therightcurves]

Her skin was crawling even before he spoke. Her head bowed as she leaned heavily against the bar counter, Megara closed her eyes. She didn't need to see him to know he was there. So this was why she'd been brought back? She had escaped before, somehow...and now here she was again. Hades' oily influence spreading over her soul.

"...you're back." She had meant for it to come out casual and flippant, but she just couldn't. The pain his presence brought was too much now. Instead, her words were barely more than a husky whisper as she opened her eyes in ice-cold resignation.

[masterfulflames]

He tsks. He doesn't move from his spot, though he taps a long finger against an arm. "I'm disappointed. Did you really think I wouldn't be? How foolish, I thought you were better than that, darling."

He slides away from his location to alongside her, proppings elbows up on the counter and grinning down at her, all teeth.

[therightcurves]

To her credit, she repressed the urge to cringe at his nearness. "Thought maybe you found a new playground," Meg muttered, straightening her spine and lifting her chin, gazing up at the ceiling. It had been foolish to hope at all, of course. It always was. It was only a matter of time until your world came crashing down. Hadn't she already learned that long ago?

[throwtheroses]

For Wolf, the full moon was coming up for him soon, and he needed to try to get out. Trying to calm his nerves and natural animal instincts. He growled and huffed to himself before entering the place. Wolf scratched the back his neck, trying the shake off any nasty thoughts that may pop up without his consent. He must try and act like he’s a normal human being, but it was just so hard.

Entering into the Seventh Heaven, Wolf made his way to sit at one of the tables. Maybe a drink or a whole plate of rare meat will help his tension. Placing his fists against his teeth, he tapped his foot against the floor. It wasn’t hard to say that his nerves were not easy to hide. Especially when his muscles were more flexed and stressed around this time.

[therightcurves]

"Hey!" Megara called, head poking out from the open doorway behind the bar. "No waitresses here. You want something, come up to the bar." Okay, so she wasn't the most hospitable tavern owner, but frankly, she wasn't in the mood. An impromptu visit from a certain someone had soured any attempt at friendliness she might've made.

[throwtheroses]

Wolf glanced back at the girl who spoke to him. He shoulda figured it’d be like that. He made a quick gruff, and put his hands in his pockets as he went up to the bar. Sitting down, on one of the stools, looking like he wasn’t use to going to a bar as he looked around. Tony was more into getting drinks than he was, but he figured he needed to get his mind off stuff, so why not. Wolf muttered, “Sorry, it’s been a while.” Not really seeing if she heard him or not.

[therightcurves]

She came out from the kitchen carrying a basket of hard bread. Not much in the way of menu options, but she'd have to work with what had been left in the kitchen. At least until she could find a new cook. Catching Wolf's mutter, Meg cast a quick glance in his direction as she passed behind the bar. "Yeah, I can tell. What's your poison?"