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Post by syn on Mar 20, 2015 8:57:03 GMT
Jerry sat behind the bar, his stool pushed back a ways. Longs legs stretched out, feet resting on a lower shelf. He reclined back a little and laced both hands on the back of his head, ever sharp eyes keeping a vigil over the place. It seemed as though if Sasha was not floating about, and Loki was not pouring drinks, he was the man tending the building.
Raven black hair fell down to his neck. Matching beard only made his features seem more rugged. Cool blue eyes could not hide the bestial glimmer that seemed to always flicker within, nor the sense that there was something more behind the man.
He shot a glance up to the clock, then a sweeping gaze over the empty bar. Slowly he closed his eyes and allowed his thoughts to drift...
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 20, 2015 14:10:16 GMT
The distinct sound of high heels gave way to the presence of another close by, probably one he could recognize from the sound alone. Alastriona walked to approach the bar, pale hands coming to rest against it's counter, her head slightly tilting in question as her strange eyes trailed the gangrel's face.
"Long night?" she asked lightly. Her demeanor was friendly, even on a rare occasion relaxed. Dressed in a simple black dress that fit to her form, flowing lines and curves of her body. Louboutin high heels gave her that distinctive sound that had become known as her. Long hair sheened in blood red fell in loose curls around her face and down towards her waist.
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Post by syn on Mar 21, 2015 1:22:03 GMT
His ears gave a small twitch as the trademark sound of those heals drew closer. After Alastriona's question had been posed, he slooowly peeled open both eyes and took in her features much the same way she had done or was doing to him. He sat up a and brought his hands out from behind his head and nodded. "Aye, s'been a long night fer a long time." Spoken in a normal tone, but with a wink at the end. "Least this one's got me in good place and good company, eh?" His replies were given with his eyes still on her, watching her, studying her.
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 21, 2015 3:27:32 GMT
Alastriona smiled in return, nodding to his statement. she laid her purse against the bar and took a seat upon on of the stools there.
"Indeed a good evening for company, this bar however I must say I enjoy. It's rare to have a gathering point of such within a city I have served within. A refreshing change indeed."
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Post by syn on Mar 21, 2015 16:24:03 GMT
His eyes pull from her to look around the bar, from corner to corner and top to bottom. "Aye...refreshing." He muttered almost absently. His eyes finished the circuit and fell upon her again. "And yer right, it's a comfortin' thing knowin' that there's a safe place ta be found when 'n if there be a need. A hand came up and deft fingers combed through his beard. "So, what brings a lady 'ere tonight? Drink? A need ta unwind?"
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 23, 2015 4:45:47 GMT
Alastriona looked curious for a long moment, doll like green eyes starting to trail the Gangrel's face openly. She however did remain polite, should he give a signal of discomfort she would avert her gaze.
"Well.. perhaps a drink. I find it perhaps an appropriate beginning to the evening.."
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Post by syn on Mar 23, 2015 17:41:52 GMT
He showed no signs, nor gave any indications of discomfort under her gaze. Steel blue eyes simply matched her scrutiny in return as he gave a slow nod of his head. "Alright. Are ye havin' the red that you've taken a fondness too? Or somethin' a little more adventerous? There be a lotta whiskey back 'ere, but I do have me own stock of a good bourbon."
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