the star maker says it ain't so bad

[idkmybffjim]

WHO: Leonard McCoy, AND WHOEVER SHOWS UP
Where: Creole Club
DATE: August 15th, right around 9PM
WARNINGS: None. YET.
SUMMARY: ~*PARTY*~
STATUS: OPEN/INCOMPLETE

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[do_it_in_three]

What, not even Bones' best friend in the world? Jim wasn't as excited as he feigned being as he walked through the Club's door; it had been a damn long day filled with work, no sleep, and getting his arm cut up while working under an engine. It had been a chore to drag himself down the stairs, let alone out of the apartment. But hell, if he passed up a party, he'd hate himself by his next day off.

It didn't take too long to spot Bones: all he had to do was scan the bar. Taking a seat next to the older doctor, Jim clapped him on the back, grin firmly in place. "I forget. Is this a birthday celebration or just a 'why the hell not party now cause we might not party later' occasion?"

[idkmybffjim]

Of course. Well, if there was one person he knew was going to show up, he knew it was going to be Jim. He grunted by way of hello, then rolled his eyes at the question. "Well, it sure as hell ain't my birthday."

[do_it_in_three]

"Good, because I didn't get you anything." Nodding toward the bartender, ordering a beer, Jim leaned against the bar to look at Bones, head tilted to the side. "So, we just partying for the hell of it, then?"

[idkmybffjim]

"More or less." God, why did everyone have to ask? Why couldn't they be happy for a party just for good time's sake? He knew this was a bad idea...

[bitchykid]

I didn't spend a lot of time around the Creole. Not by myself, at least, I'd been brought in the group a few times to help win some money at the pool tables. Sometimes I was sent to listen in on conversations, but other than that... the dealers and bartenders were staunch in their assessments that I was too young to be there. There was little point arguing it. I wasn't interested in drinking or gambling, so in the end, the club had no real draw.

But the doctor had said he would be there, that no one would have to admit to being from the books. I was curious, and it was rare that I ever failed to act on my curiosity. I would just be quiet about, linger around the edges of the room, listen to conversations here and there, try not to be noticed. See what I could see and leave when I was bored.

[terrigenjunky]

Against his better judgment, come 9:15, Peter found himself at the bar of the Creole Club nursing a scotch. Not without some satisfaction, he noted the questionably repaired bullet holes lining the wall near a collection of gambling tables. Showing up at this particular establishment was most definitely a risk, but the staff appeared to have more or less changed and regardless, Peter was still extremely curious about those with whom he'd been writing.

The trouble was, with no way of knowing what these people with journal's look like, it would be impossible to identify them. Peter had taken the time to look into this Prosecutor Edgeworth, but the others were more or less a mystery to him. But maybe that was for the best. The quality of individual in possession of the journals seemed to vary greatly. His current anonymity gave him the perfect opportunity to observe without any pressure of interaction.

((ooc: so uhh... I assume we're just supposed to set up new threads, right? let me know if that's not cool.))

[sanityoptional]

When I had heard that there was going to be a party this evening at the club, how could I even think of taking the night off? The tips would be fantastic, and that would be the best thing for me right now, especially since I was fast approaching my next deadline on one of my payments to Osborn, something that I couldn't miss without facing even more consequences.

It wasn't just going to be work though, it might be nice to meet more people from the journals, make more potential contacts and allies. I didn't think that anyone dangerous would show up, especially since this was a protected club, the owner had many friends, and everyone in the books seemed to be generally good people, so it was really me that was the odd one in the books.

Right now wasn't the time to think about that though, there were people to entertain and money to be made, so I turned my attention back to mixing drinks and pouring shots.

[idkmybffjim]

So maybe I wasn't in the best mood for schmoozing and socializing. Not that I ever typically am. But I couldn't just be a morose loner out at the bar. That just wouldn't do. Tonight was about having a little fun, after all. Distraction. That was the point, even if nobody else really knew what the reasoning was. They didn't need to.

And the first way to a good time was a good drink. I flagged down the first woman I saw, hoping she was the one I was looking for. "Evening," I greeted pleasantly enough, trying for a smile, probably failing by quite a bit. "You wouldn't happen to be Niki, would you?"

[decimorampante]

After series upon series of crime busting crap, Dino sure needed a moment to unwind. He left his badge, his gun, and everything else related to his profession at home.

Tonight, at the Creole, he's just Dino Cavallone, enjoying a glass of chianti by the bar, listening to all this jazz. He looked around to see if Bones and his buddy was around. Hopefully, Jim wouldn't be pissed drunk yet. Hopefully. He wouldn't want to bring that guy to another game again.

[idkmybffjim]

Yes, Bones and his buddy were around. And no, neither of them were really drunk. (Yet.) So far, good night for Dino.

When Bones saw the cop also relaxing by the bar, he figured it was about time to move around and be a little sociable. "Mr. Cavallone." He shot Dino a little smirk and slid onto the stool beside. "I believe we're meant to drink together."

[decimorampante]

Finally, a familiar figure. Dino brightly smiled at his company patting the man at his shoulder.

"Nice to see you again, Dr. McCoy." Hrmm... that feels kind of odd. He was rather at ease calling him Bones.

"You want a drink, buddy? It's on me."

[idkmybffjim]

"It's my policy to never say no to a drink I'm not paying for. Just a bourbon on the rocks'll do" Always the best way to start any conversation: drinks. Free ones at that.

"So, Dino, been catching more crooks? How about those jewelry store thieves, huh?"