The Broken Bottle Pub

[Dillon Rickman]

Dillon took in events around him, looked at the two burnt bar dwellers, raised one eye brow, and said in his best Sean Connery voice;
"Shocking."

He then smirked, looked pretty proud with himself, and went back to his drink, which seemed to be lasting him a long time. It seemed that if Dillon forgot he was meant to order another one, he just kept drinking out of the empty glass...

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix eyed the Demoness for a moment before shrugging a shoulder, "If you pass out, the sofa is open," he told her simply, mainly because he wasn't about to leave a woman around this lot - even if she could electrocute them on contact, he'd already demonstrated a way past that.

Reaching for a fresh tumbler he poured her another shot of whiskey and pushed it towards her. Mentally adding it to her tab, she was up to just over £10 in whiskey shots so far.

He looked to Zack and arched an eyebrow at him, "What did Kana do this time to put you in such a foul mood?" he asked flatly. Really, very few things could get Zack in such a mood, Kana happened to be one of them.

[Zackary Kalen]

Zack waves one hand,

"It was torture time in Kana-land today!" he says, the fake cheer coating his voice enough to smother and choke at least half the bar if fake-cheer could do such a thing. "And I got the dubious pleasure of making sure the poor bastards he was cutting pieces out of didn't run away screaming."

The rest, dear friends, is up to your imagination. Pro tip: it was pretty visceral.

"The bastard now either owes me a new shirt, or the dry cleaning on the one his 'fun-times' ruined. I doubt I'm gonna get either."

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc finished his drink, set his glass down very, very carefully and put his head down on the bar, watching Felix drag Carla through to the back out of the corner of his eye. He looked up cautiously as Carla re-emerged, clad in the blanket Felix had thrown on her. He sat up again and managed a chuckle. "Yeah, but I always was one to learn the hard way."

He gave Dillon an appraising look. "Impressions aren't your thing, mate." He licked two of his fingers, put out a strand of his hair that had managed, inexplicably, to catch fire and turned to Zack. "Jesus, why do you work for that guy? Surely he's rich enough to front up a dry-cleaning bill?"

[Carla Glenn]

Carla downed her whiskey again, almost managing to not choke on it, and wrapped her blanket around herself.

"See, if you worked for me, I'd never do that. I'd respect my minions! But noooo, they all went and betrayed me anyway! Didn't wanna work for a half breed! Even though I got left in charge! I don't get any respect!" She complained, swinging haphazardly on her bar stool.

"Plus, my boss, he...he knew how to torture people! He'd do it properly! None of this amateur stuff you get these days... He'd raid people's minds and leave you... you... whatsit...thingy..."

"Sod it. I want another drink." Apparently Carla ran out of steam for her rant, and just wanted to drink again...

[Dillon Rickman]

Dillon looked crushingly disappointed, and sulked a little.
"Really? I thought it was good! I mean, I've been a real spy, you know! I was totally in this super secret special forces thing! It was awesome!"

Admitingly, Dillon couldn't actually remember any of it, apart from getting shot, or what he'd been doing there. But...

"...it was totally like something out of 24!" He was pretty certain on this. Despite not the fact that he couldn't remember that, but the fact that he'd never watched 24. He never watched shows that were higher than he could count.

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix sighed, that would most definitely account for Zack's mood. Having to deal with Kana when he was on a torture kick was apparently difficult enough on the best of days, but having to hold them down when he got really hands on? Personally, he would be even more pissed off about having to watch, even join in, on his boss jacking off. Ew. He did not just think that about Kana Lemartes - even though he didn't actually know what the other Vampire looked like. Zack was surprisingly protective of them - without even seeming like it, he tried to keep them as far away from the Lemartes group as possible without anyone even realising he was. Felix had only realised after sitting down and thinking about what he actually KNEW about Lemartes and realising how little of it there was. Zakc spoke a lot about them but he barely told them anything.

He gave Madoc a sharp glance at his thoughtless comment, had he forgotten about the tattoo and the whole 'loyalty until death' thing the Lemartes had going on for them?

He poured Zack something a hell of a lot stronger than he had been drinking beforehand and nudged it toward him, he looked like he really wanted to get drunk right now.

He listened with half an ear as Carla blathered drunkenly and smiled slightly, he topped off her drink and noticed that Dillon was trying to drink from an empty glass and sighed like a mother who'd just caught her child doing a wee in a corner. He poured him another drink and waited for the best moment to take away the dirty one.


((Edit cause you people post quickly. That or I'm just slow.))

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc gestured to Felix for another whiskey/pint round, nodding along with everything Carla said, although he kept a safe distance. He still had no idea how to respond to her Rino-themed rants, so he didn't. He caught Felix's sharp glance and looked sheepishly at Zack.

"Oh yeah.... sorry, forgot about the whole... well... yeah." He said lamely. "Sorry." He laid his forhead back on the bar, causing his fringe to flop over his face, and waited for his drinks to arrive.

[Carla Glenn]

Carla was aware that her ranting was getting her ignored, and so she realised she'd better dial it back a little, and attempted to come back to reality.

"So..." She turned to Madoc, only because he was the only one paying her any attention. She almost fell forwards, losing her balance through being so drunk, so that now most of her face was obscured by her own hair. "...what do you do?" She emphasised her question by proding Madoc in the chest.

She had gloves on of course, and through Carla's gloves, the best you'd feel is a slight static prickle if she touched bare flesh, but she had of course forgotten to inform Madoc of that fact...

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix shook his head slightly and went to unload the washer, removing the now clean glasses and grabbing a cloth to polish away the watermarks as he listened to the chattering around him with half an ear. Waiting for someone to request a drink or try and get his attention.

He had to smirk when he saw Carla poke Madoc, wondering how many different kinds of heart attack the human may have just suffered before realising that he wasn't actually hurt. Everyone here was either drunk, pissed off or crazy - Madoc was currently occupying drunk, or at least half way there, he had been drinking a fair lot since he came in and was just on the edge when Dillon came flouncing in.
((Correct me if I'm wrong.))

Mismatched eyes slid to the burn on Zack's arm and he shook his head, "Might want to do something about that before it scars," he pointed out in an odd parody of the first time they actually held a conversation and Felix was the one who was getting medical advice after getting a lovely bruise from Moe. The blond reached under the bar and rummaged for a clean cloth which he filled with ice and then plonked down in front of the other Vampire.

He then went to go and serve someone further down the Bar who tried to talk Felix into getting Carla's phone number for him. Apparently he had either been so drunk he forgot about the whole electrocuting of both Madoc and Zack, or his face had been attached to his beer glass.

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc raised his head again to answer the question and down his whisky and then jumped backwards off his stool as Carla poked him in the chest, knocking it to the floor and then tripping over it in the process. "Jesus!" he yelped from the floor. And then he realised that Carla was wearing gloves, and all he'd felt was a mild tingle. He stood up, brushed himself off with a grumble and, righting his stool, sat down again.

"Don't do that." he muttered, shooting Carla a drunken glare. "You look like something out of the bloody Ring." He grabbed his beer defensively. "Me?" he asked after a gulp. "Not a whole lot." Which was pretty much acurate - Madoc had never held down a full-time job for long and in the last few years he'd just stopped bothering. He was perfectly happy living off the interest of the money his parents had left him, although at times he wished he did have a job, just to break the monotony of getting pissed all the time. And then someone handed him a drink and those feelings went away again.

"Never saw the point in working for my beer when I can afford it anyway." He told her honestly.


((Yeah, Madoc's pretty much on his way to shit-faced right now xD))

[Carla Glenn]

Carla fell about laughing in that way drunk people do, and then stopped when Madoc started to complain. She self consciously pushed her hair back at his comments and managed to mumble;
"Oh, thanks. Yeah. Real charmer, you..." all while failing miserably to not look hurt.

"Huh. Nothing. Sure that's fun." She grumbled, returning to grope for her whiskey. She downed it again, despite the fact that this was increasingly a bad idea.

"And hey, gloves!" She held up her hands and waved them in front of him. "Kinda helpful. You got no idea how many awkward handshakes I'd end up having otherwise..."

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc grinned at her. "Yeah, well, you're getting to know me now." He drank some more of his beer and then fished in the back pocket of his jeans. After a few seconds, he pulled out a comb and ran it through his hair, making it settle back in to it's usual state of "What, me? Nah, I just got out of bed, honest..." rather than the "shocked by a demon" look.

"Yeah, you'd think, wouldn't you?" He said, a bitter edge in his voice. "You think maybe you should lay off those?" He asked casually. "Yeah, just noticed those... so does any material stop the shocks, or...?" He drank again and then a thought occured to him.

"Y'know, I haven't even told you my name yet. Madoc." He said, extending a hand. "With the gloves, please." He added with another wolfish grin.

[Carla Glenn]

Carla took his hand, even though she knew it would tingle. She hadn't really cared about his name. To be honest, she still didn't. But this seemed like a good place to get wasted, and they didn't care about her powers much, so perhaps she should get to know the locals. It'd beat finding a new bar every night.

"Carla." She told him, not knowing of course that Madoc already knew who she was. "And yep. Any material blocks the natural charge. Though don't you go thinking that's all I can do. 'cept lead. Lead drains my powers and leaves me vulnerable to-" Suddenly she stopped. "Nah, I'm just messing with you. That doesn't happen." She grinned.

She singled for another whiskey, and shot Madoc an evil smirk.
"Why? What's the matter? Can't you keep up?" She asked. "Maybe we should find out. Hey! Bar guy! Make it one for your friend here too!"

"Unless you wanna chicken out on me..." Carla taunted. Truth be told, Carla was going to be unconscious soon, but she hoped the demon blood in her would keep her conscious long enough to triumph over Madoc, because seeing him collapse before her would totally be worth it.

[Felix Dolohov]

Drinking Competitions were a time honoured tradition in the Broken Bottle - usually followed with dragging out the participants and ditching them in the gutter in their own mess - that last part had been modified slightly to dragging them into the living room and leaving them under towels or blankets or in the rare occasion a newspaper.

As it was, Felix didn't even wait for Madoc's response before he was pulling out the shot glasses and topping them up with Whiskey, three each to start. The human wasn't going to say no, no one ever said 'no' to a Drinking contest in this establishment, not since it was first opened.

He paused and looked at Carla, "For info though, I'm Felix, shirtless is Zack and swords is Dillon," he explained, pointing to each in turn.