The Broken Bottle Pub

[Madoc Wythers]

((Ah I forgot to add that he wasn't wearing shoes xD))

Madoc sighed. "Any chance of coffee?" He asked, fishing a tissue out of his pocket and wiping off the remains of vomit from between his toes. He looked behind him. "Oh yeah... sorry" He said sheepishly. "I'll clean that up..."

He looked up as Carla came in. "Morning!" He said, a lot more cheerily than he felt.

[Carla Glenn]

Carla winced at Madoc's cheerfulness like a vampire wincing at the crucifix.

"Jesus, it's like, 07.00am..." Truth be told, Carla had no idea what time it was, but that's what it felt like. "Nobody should be that cheerful this early..."

She paused, and suddenly realised it was Madoc she was talking to.

"Hang on. What are you still doing here?" She asked, suddenly confused. "I mean, do you just start drinking, like, really early or did you pass out too? Hey, does that mean I won?" She asked with a sudden smile.

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix made a sound in the back of his throat that could have been amusement or it could have been an attempt to spit up his spleen, "He near enough lives here. And no. You lost," he told the brunette as he pointed towards the bar sink, "Glasses are in the washer, help yourself."

He slumped across the bar and grumbled half heartedly. Truthfully, he would have loved to still be in bed, sleeping and being comfortable - and he would have been. Had Zack not actually physically kicked him out of the damn thing in the early hours of the morning. Fucking bed hog. Thing was, the bastard had been dead to the world when he'd done it and Felix was too tired to even bother doing something cruel and unusual because of it. He just curled up on the floor and tried to get a few extra minutes.

Fifteen of them later and he was freezing his nipples off and so decided to get a start on cleaning up after last night. He would grab a couple of hours before opening the pub - after Zack dragged his lazy carcass out of his bed.

[Carla Glenn]

Carla looked offended for a moment, as if people didn't normally dare telling her when she was wrong, before her mind started to work in over time and work out her claim.

"Hey, I didn't lose. I just knew if he passed out first, he'd get the couch." Carla explained defensively, wandering over to the washer and picking through glasses til she found one she liked. She filled it with water and started to sip it, glad to try and get rid of the pounding headache she was suffering from.

"So, what, do all your patrons stay here? Hey, maybe you should start running an inn too." Carla suggested, trying to make small talk and not draw attention to the fact she was a wanted half-demon until she'd at least finished her glass of water.

[Felix Dolohov]

Slipping off his stool he made his way into the kitchen to put the kettle on, he could do with some tea and he'd be nice and get Madoc his coffee while he was at it.

"Only the pretty ones," he told Carla before snorting, "No. To be honest, I don't normally. Madoc's pretty much my only sane friend here. Dillon stays because I dread to think what he would wreck on society as a whole - that and he seems to have some demented belief the closet under the stairs is his Evil Secret Lair. Zack is...." he paused here as he was spooning in the coffee grounds, "Complicated," he decided as he put the coffee packet back in the cupboards.

"As for you, I wasn't about to ditch you in the gutter here. For one, you're a lady and my mother happened to drag me up with some decency. Add to that, with your former... associates rather out of reach, I don't doubt that more than one person with a chip on their shoulder would take adventage of you while you were, for lack of a better term, completely shit-faced," the Vampire explained delicately.

He was well informed in terms of the events in Edgehaven, he couldn't put names to faces but he knew names and most of what was connected to said names. That, and the way she was drunkenly ranting about Rino and the Devil's Advocates last night was a bit of a give away.

He shrugged and began to pour the hot water, "Want some tea or coffee?" he asked the half demoness as if he hadn't just blown her cover to all hell.

[Carla Glenn]

Carla froze for a moment, and again there was that static buzz in the air that made hairs stand on end. She focused on Felix, as if considering her options. Hell, what had she said last night? Or was she just that well known now?

Murdering them all didn't really seem like an option. It'd draw attention, and besides, they had helped her out. Felix was right. A lot of people would have been all too happy to find Carla Glenn unconscious after everything she'd done. Besides, that Zack guy was a vampire, and if she was right from what she had overheard, worked for that Lemartes lot. Not somebody she would have been scared of a year back, but now? She had to be weary. Between him, that sword guy, and the others, she probably wouldn't be able to take them all.

She doubted Felix had a real clue about her current situation, though. Sure, everybody had heard about Rino, but Devil's Advocates was an extensive organisation before it's headquarters collapsed, and Carla was now technically in charge of the entire thing. For everybody who wanted to harm her, there would be those who realised keeping her alive was very useful, or even something very foolish to do.

"Tea would be lovely, thanks." She said with a bitter, forced smile, obviously swallowing back what she'd truly wanted to say or do.

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix glanced over to her from under his fringe, pulling out a clean mug, he was remarkably well informed, and barring that, he had common sense - something a lot of people in this town seemed to have left by the wayside in favour of pointy and stabbity things. It stood to reason that Rino's right hand would take over what was left of Devil's Advocates.

Still, he let her have some kind of security blanket as he poured her a mug of tea and set out the sugar and milk so she could fix it the way she liked.

He set the coffee next to Madoc and sipped at his tea lazily, absently wondering what Dillon was up to - as Zack was most likely still asleep.

[Madoc Wythers]

"Nah, I beat you by miles." Madoc grinned at Calra. "And like Fe said, I pretty much live here. Actually, you ended up with my bed last night." He added cheekily. Then he shut up and watched the exchange between her and Felix, attempting to get the energy to get off his stool and make himself a coffee. The need for such a thing was eliminated when Felix did it for him. He smiled at him. "Aw cheers, Fe, you're a lifesaver!" he exclaimed, sipping his coffee.

He put the mug down rather hastily and swore under his breath. "Burnt my mouth." He said to nobody in particular. He fished his cigarettes out of his pocket, they rather more battered than they had been last night, and lit one, pulling an ashtray up from down the bar. "Urgh.... my head is killing me." He pondered for a second, and then asked "By the way, what happened to Dillon? I vaguely remembering him still being here when I crawled to bed..."

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix shook his head at Madoc's boast, too tired to really refute it as he sipped his tea and rolled his eyes slightly as the human burned his mouth.

"Somewhere, most likely his Lair. If not, then I'm putting money on him in a cell at the EHPD, again."

He smirked slightly, "You know what the perfect cure for a hangover is? A greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ashtray," he told the human seriously, he'd seen many a hungover person throw up and profess their undying hatred of him for putting that imagery in their heads.

[Carla Glenn]

Carla cringed at this latest image from Felix as she added milk to her tea, before taking a big gulp from her tea to try and clear her mind. She swallowed her drink happily and then turned to Felix.

"Interesting fact, actually, that electrical currents can make a vampire's heart beat again just long enough for it to arrest itself. The right appliance of an electrical current like that to the right spot can then, in turn, create the sensation of eternal heart failure in a vampire. Constant pain without the release of unconsciousness or death." She told Felix casually.

"Hm. Can't imagine why that sprang to mind." She suddenly added with a puzzled expression, hiding her own smirk at vengeance for Felix's comment.

[Felix Dolohov]

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," the Bartender told her with a slightly odd smile as he stared at his tea.

Electrocution wasn't in his book of 'Fun Things To Do', but it was definitely in the books of other people. Having someone stab the twelve-hundred volt live wire for the electrical mains of the whole pub into the small of your back and then play with the light switches was not an experience he was keen on repeating. Nor was having each of his fingers systematically broken and then burned with a hot iron. He was in hospital for quite a while - for a Vampire - recovering after the break in, Moe was in there for far longer, on top of having his leg removed and then eaten in front of him, they'd done the whole electrocution thing on him as well, his heart was severely weakened and his nerves shot to all hell.

He supposed he was lucky that they hadn't done it right, Carla's description of an eternal heart-attack was distinctly unpleasant. He supposed he should be a little nicer if he wanted to avoid having a crispy-fried spinal cord again.

"You should be able to keep some porriage down. Interested?" he asked, setting down his mug of tea, "Anything to get out of having to mop up the men's toilets for a while longer."

[Carla Glenn]

"Yeah, sounds nice. Thanks." Carla answered without really thinking, deciding that some food would help her clear her head.

"Wow." She muttered. "You know in TV shows and stuff, where villains get less intimidating as the show goes on? Never thought that happened in real life. But, y'know, there was a time I stood on top of a tower and prepared to destroy the world." At least now she could talk openly about this stuff.

"...Now I'm sat in a bar with a hangover eating porridge with you lot." When Carla vocalised it like that, she realised her life had gone pretty wrong pretty fast.

"Not that I'm a villain. Of course." She said quickly with a nervous laugh. "That's all a big misunderstanding. There was this guy, he wanted to, you know, take over the world, I was kinda in to him, thought I'd help him out. It's not like I'm the one everybody should blame, right?"

This wasn't actually entirely a lie on Carla's part. Carla really didn't give a damn about doing what was neccesary to get what she wanted, but she had no desire to 'rule the world' or anything ridiculous like that. She had just wanted to be by Rino's side. Now he was gone, all she cared about was revenge. And that wasn't evil, right? To want to kill those who killed the man you loved?

She decided she didn't care. She was going to kill the Watch either way...

[Madoc Wythers]

"Greasy pork and ash? Count me in!" Madoc grinned, sipping his coffee gingerly. He was half-serious too, in Madoc's experience there were two ways people dealt with hangovers - avoiding food or loading up on greasy, cooked meat. Madoc's thoughts were that a bacon sandwich first thing in the morning was the best way to go.

He couldn't help but laugh at Carla's face at the mention of greasy food, and then winced visibly at her thinly-veiled threat to Felix. "Hey, it could be worse you know. There could be no porridge." He got the feeling that he should be able to come up with something better to say, but his brain hadn't caught up with the rest of him yet.

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix gave Madoc one of those 'you're an idiot who doesn't know when to shut up. But you're still my friend, why the hell do I put up with you?' looks before jerking his thumb towards the ceiling.

"Go wake the lazy bastard upstairs will ya? I'll see if I can't get hold of Dillon." Of course he wasn't getting petty revenge on Zack for kicking him out of bed this morning by waking him at an ungodly hour for breakfast porriage - he would never be that cruel. No, he merely wanted everyone to have breakfast together.

(Is anyone else buying that bullshit?)

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc raised an eyebrow at Felix. "I'm not suicidal, y'know." He grumbled. "But fine. You're paying the hospital bills." He stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray and heaved himself off the barstool, grabbing a glass of water as he left the bar.

He made his way up the stairs as quietly as possible and pushed open the door to Felix's bedroom. He took care not to make any noise, and to leave a clear path to the door, as he approached the bed where Zack was still sleeping. With the kind of adreneline-born speed usually possessed by people in life-threatening situations, Madoc threw the contents of the glass over the sleeping vampire, bolted out of the door and down the stairs two at a time, yelling "Wakey wakey sleeping ugly!" as he did.

Gasping for breath, he discarded the glass into the sink and sat back down on his stool, a huge grin on his face. "Aaaaany second now..." he said, watching the door.