OPEN BAR POST

[the_cupbearer]

The bar is open!

Anyone is welcome at 4713, and the bartenders are happy to carry on a conversation for anyone that needs company to drink with. Tiqua--the lead bartender when Ganymede's not there, and the shift manager when he is--says she makes the best Black Velvet ever...blackberry imperial stout and champagne, that is. Ganymede is more than likely there too, just look for the smiling man with long hair braided back, but there's plenty of booths and tables as well, just be careful of you you sit with. They might not always be strangers.


[ this is an open post! feel free to drop off notes or things, or just hop in to talk to Ganymede if you want ]

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[dealing_death]

It was a relief to no longer be on babysitting duty. Much of her time had been wasted keeping other people alive. Soothing wounded egos and tending to the emotions of tender hearted monsters who wanted to wallow in pity. The stress of it weighing on her heavily. She wasn't the maternal type, had accepted who and what she is a long time ago, and no longer let the guilt of her life tear her apart. Being with someone for so long who lived for the self loathing had taken a toll.

When was the last time she went out to have fun and wasn't ambushed by hunters? Thinking about that she realized it had happened every single time they left the security of her home. Too much, even for a woman like her. No one did anything to control it, to stop the bleeding so to speak and she had grown wary of the inaction.

She thought this would hurt. That the pain would be crushing. What she had not expected was to feel lighter, like she could breathe again. The life she had fought, bled and died for, was hers again. At some point she had let herself get absorbed by a world that was not hers until she had started to disappear.

Selene was never one to party or mingle in the crowds but she did enjoy being out. She stayed on the fringes and watched. In a city such as this the people watching was quite entertaining. Insightful even. Her fingers lightly rake over the plush, blue velvet, leaving trails on the fabric that she wipes away with her palm. Eyes wander the crowd, calm but alert. She had decided to try to the Black Velvet, drinking from her glass leisurely as she relaxed.