The Broken Bottle Pub

[Felix Dolohov]

"Picky, aren't we?" Felix commented to his 'female and humanoid - most of the time' statement.

He was already getting a glass for the next drink the human ordered, he usually liked to have a drink in hand, but hated nursing them. Which usually meant fresh ones and often. For a moment, Felix was vaguely paranoid about why Dillon was keeping quiet and sincerely hoped it was his comment of letting him have the crocodiles if he kept his mouth sealed.

[Carla Glenn]

Carla pointed to Felix, ignoring Madoc for a moment.
"You know...you know what? Just, keep them coming. Until I tell you not to. Or fall down. Either's good." She said with a wave of her hand. Paying for it didn't really occur to Carla. One of the bonuses of Rino's plan falling through was that all of Devil's Advocates assetts passed to her, which set her moneywise in good enough stead (even if that money was meant to be set aside for her own plans).

She turned her attention back to Madoc, who seemed to be trying to flirt with her. Carla, in her slightly drunk and depressed state, found herself thinking about how nice this would be for a normal person. How nice it would be to actually touch somebody and not make their hairs stand on end. How, right now, she could actually really really go for being picked up in a bar. And then she remembered she couldn't and started thinking about how much she missed Rino...

"Yeah, well, you carry on, end of the night, you'll have a new rule, I can god damn guarantee it." She grumbled, groping for another drink.

[Dillon Rickman]

Dillon was indeed keeping quiet, but not for the reasons most people thought. He was, once again, deeply in battle with his own psyche. Here, he was facing a serious dilemma.

Which one of his swords was best? Slashy had the best slashing, that was for sure, but Stabbity had the best stabbing. And they couldn't be equally good, that was just pussying out!

Luckily for the others, this meant he was currently silent, even if it did mean he had a deep look on his face, as though attempting to solve some great mathematical problem...

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix poured her another Whiskey, if what he recalled about the gossip, she had lightning powers. Maybe that meant she couldn't really control them and was constantly producing lightning instead of just in a fight. He decided not to comment and merely gave Madoc a look that suggested he back down a little bit, unless he wanted to deal with a crying girl who could crispy fry his nipples.

[Madoc Wythers]

"Picky?" Madoc said with a grin. "Maybe, but it works." He flashed Carla his trademark cheeky-badboy-grin. "That a promise?" he asked with a wink. He glanced at Dillon, noted the serious look on his face and decided not to disturb him. Obviously he was thinking about something important.

He finished his cigarette with a long breath and blew a large cloud of smoke over his shoulder. Stubbing it out in the ashtray, he turned to Felix, about to order another pint. Then he saw the look he was being given and raised his hands defensively.

"Hey, she's lonely, I'm just trying to cheer the poor woman up a little." He grumbled.

[Carla Glenn]

Carla downed her next whiskey, shut her eyes until the alcohol took effect, and then whipped around to Madoc.

"Lonely? Lemme tell you about lonely..." She started to ramble. "Lonely is never being with someone. Lonely is finally meeting a guy you can be with and that you love, and who never has time for you. Lonely is seeing that guy bring in some hot new thing he thinks is better than you, who then runs away anyway! Lonely is finally realising he'll never love you back but not caring 'cause he's the only guy you can hold. Lonely is THEN seeing him get stabbed, blown up AND sucked into Hell in the same night! Lonely is THEN trying to get revenge and watching as nobody gives a damn and they just fight between themselves!"

It was a basic and rambled back track of the events that occured a year ago. Rino had been the only man who she could touch and hold. Her powers wouldn't effect him. Rino never loved her, but gave her comfort at times. She loved him though. She loved him so entirely because he was the only man she could truly be with. In retrospect, Rino probably just went along with it to manipulate her following him so perfectly, but it didn't change anything. Carla was still in love with him, even though he was now gone. After the Circle stabbed him and sent him to Hell, that was. That was without mentioning Hope, the wannabe bad slayer who had nearly usurped her position as Rino's favourite, until she'd gone AWOL. And now all she wanted was revenge, and her every attempt had failed to even organise anything.

Carla gestured for another shot, and just waved her hand in the air.

"Yeah, guess I am pretty damn lonely. Ain't that a surprise." She declared, her past fully considered in her drunken mind.

[Zackary Kalen]

Outside the pub, there is a rumbling sound. Something like a motorcycle pulling up outside. After a few moments, the purring of the engine cuts out and the general area returns to silence... or as silent as the area gets.

That is until the door slams open with enough force to rattle the hinges, and Zack appears in the doorway looking one part exasperated to two parts pure annoyed, and inexplicably missing his shirt. Without acknowledging anyone, he storms through the tables and chairs to the bar, swinging himself onto one of the barstools and proceeding to smack his forehead into the wooden surface of the bar with no prior warning.

He doesn't move after that, but appears to be grumbling faintly under his breath.

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc blinked and, staring at Carla, fished for his pint. When he found only his empty glass, he turned his head slightly, not taking his eyes off the ranting half-demon and said "Fe? Pint please?" He let his eyes slide away from Carla and land on the blond barman. "And a whisky." He added. He didn't bother fishing any money out of his pocket, Felix was good at his job and he knew he wouldn't get away with not paying for long anyway, but right now he was in a mild state of shock from Carla's outburst.

"Wow, tough times." he said, blinking again. "You hear rumors about what actually happened up on that roof but... well, wow." He said again. He'd spoken to women who'd been dumped before, some by complete arseholes who made Madoc look like a saint (which was always good for Madoc), but this was something else. Totally out of his depth, he shut up and waited for his next shot of Dutch courage to turn up.

Luckily for Madoc, a distraction arrived in the form of Zackary Kalen just in time. He didn't look in a much better mood than Carla, but at least Madoc knew where he was with the vampire. "So.... what happened to your shirt?" He asked, mostly to break the tension.

((Edited cuz Zack snuck a post in while I was writing))

[Felix Dolohov]

The blond Bartender gave Madoc a bland expression that convayed his 'I told you so' sentiment, he had told the human to back down a little bit after all, anyone who spontaineously generates electricity must find it difficult to get a date that won' turn into crispy fried critter when he goes in for a good molesty grope. That was just a bad thing waiting to happen.

He refrained from laughing at Madoc's reaction but only just as he busied himself with pouring the pint and the Whiskey, setting them both on the bar he mentally totalled up the brunet's tab before the roar of a familiar motorbike hit his ears. Must've been Zack. He made his way down the bar to go and serve one of the other regulars only to jerk when the door was promptly thrown open. Both of his eyebrows shot up as he saw the other Vampire come storming in, sans shirt, and thump down in his seat - closely followed by his head thumping down onto his bar.

He handed the pint he'd just pulled to the customer and promptly went to go and pour Zack his usual, or perhaps something a little stronger, he looked like he could do with it.

[Dillon Rickman]

Dillon turned slowly to observe Zack, and took in his appearance. His expression quickly darkened to one of anger.

"Okay mate, let's get one thing straight. I do the comical inexplicable entrances around here, dammit! Not you! It's my thing! Up there with talking about lairs and swordy stuff!" Dillon seemed to pause for a moment, and consider Zack's attempt.

"Not a bad attempt mind. Kinda a six, maybe a seven outta ten. Not enough originality. I mean, my story had a dinosaur in! Beat that!"

Satisfied, Dillon went back to his pint, his work apparently done.

[Carla Glenn]

"Yeah, well, I'll tell youwhat happened on that roof. I totally kicked this ninja's ass for one, and then-" Carla froze mid sentence, half hunched over the bar now from drunkeness. Her head seemed (as if against her will) to follow Zack as he entered the room and walked to the bar.

She managed to break her gaze away and downed her whiskey as the quickest one yet. Apparently the site of a shirtless man she couldn't possibly touch or have anything to do with hadn't improved her mood.

"Gimme 'nother..." She managed to Felix, before turning back to Madoc, and managing that depressed yet cheery smile everybody who had had a sufficent amount to drink managed.

"So, basically, I hate my life." She said with her arms held out, as if showing off how terrible it was.

And then she promptly fell off the bar stool.

[Zackary Kalen]

Zack tilts his head very slowly, as if moving his neck is a major effort and Dillon had better appreciate what he just went through to look at him.

"Dillon? Shut up."

Right. That's that sorted.

Then Carla falls off her stool. Ever the gentleman, Zack's automatic reaction is to snap out an arm to stop her from tumbling to the floor and hurting herself. Because, hey, he's not paying attention to who it was who just toppled over or he'd have let her fall.

... Okay ow.

Fucking ow.

If Carla was secretly hoping to avoid the floor, then her wishes won't be granted now as Zack flinches involuntarily and she goes plummeting to the ground like a sack of (very attractive, nonetheless) potatoes.

"... Well. That's just fucking great." Zack gets to his feet, ignoring the smoking patch of skin on his arm, "Tell you what, I'm going to walk outside and come back in. When I come back in everything will be better, is everyone clear on that?"

Without waiting for an answer, Zack turns on his heel and storms out of the door. There's an awkward silence for a few moments, before the door swings open again, and Zack walks back in - still shirtless, still looking like he wants to strangle something - flops down at the bar, and drains the drink Felix had left for him in one gulp.

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc picked up the whiskey, brought it to his lips and downed it with a quick tilt of his head. "Cheers." He said to Felix. He raised an eyebrow at Dillon and gave a brief snort of laughter. "Don't ask about the dinosaur." He advised Zack. "Just don't."

"Ninja, huh?" Madoc mused. The whiskey had kicked in and he was a little less wary of Carla now she's stopped ranting. "Ah that Kuno...whatsit in the Circle. Or the Night Watch. Or whatever. Her?" He took a large swig of his beer. "Yeah, I can see why you're on the whisky." He said, nodding.

He took another gulp and when he looked back at Carla, she had gone. Managing to not notice the patch of smoking skin on Zack's arm, he slid off his stool, watched the vampire storm out of the bar and bent down next to the space Carla now occupied on the floor. "Maybe not the best place to sit, huh?" He said with a grin as Zack stormed back in and re-seated himself. Totally forgetting everything he knew about Carla's electric powers, Madoc reached his arms out to hoist the drunk half-demon back on her feet...

... and promptley shot several feet across the room, dropping Carla on the floor again and knocking over a table and a couple of chairs in the process. After a minute or two, he stood up somewhat unsteadily, smoking a little and sporting the traditional hair-standing-on-end look. He blinked a few times, picked his way carefully back to the bar, sat down gingerly and picked up his pint.

"You were right," he said, drinking deeply, "new rule."

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix sighed heavily at the unfolding drama, pouring both Zack and Madoc another drink he briefly vanished from the bar into the back of the pub.

And resurfaced a few minutes later, he set a first aid box on the bar at Zack's elbow along with one of the shirts he had left behind the last time he stayed over. Then, the blond pulled on a pair of obnoxiously pink fluffy rubber gloves - a gag gift from someone he still hadn't discovered the identity of, mainly because he promised great pain and bloodshed for them when he found out who it was - and went to go and haul Carla up.

Hooking his hands under her armpits, and being careful not to allow any part of him to touch her, he - as gently as possible - dragged her behind the bar and into the house where he awkwardly managed to get her onto the couch. Tossing a blanket over her, he ditched the gloves in the kitchen and made his way back to the Bar.

Acting like nothing had happened in the slightest.

[Carla Glenn]

Carla wasn't quite unconscious, and the familiar tingling sensation down her spine let her know that somebody had tried to touch her. Other than that, recent events had passed her by. But she could piece it together.

Yes, she could have admitted, low cut sleeveless belly exposing tops were not brilliant ideas when your skin electrocuted people, but hey, she kept her hands behind gloves most of the time, and if she needed quick access to an electricity blast, she could channel it from any unexposed part of her body. Plus, she looked sexy, which was always a plus.

She hadn't figured collapsing drunk into that plan, though, and could begin to figure out what happened. Wow. That was all kinds of humiliating.

She got to her feet, and staggered over to the bar, blanket wrapped around her for security, and managed to make the bar stool despite nearly falling over in her ridiculous boots. She sat down, and turned to Madoc.

"Told you." She said with a sense of bitter triumph, and then looked to Felix. "Want another one. Not done yet." She told him the best she could.