The Broken Bottle Pub

[Zackary Kalen]

If you listened carefully - or not carefully at all - the patrons of the bar that morning would hear the door slam, and the sound of wood splintering against wood.

Footsteps thudded loudly down the stairs and Zack appeared in the doorway. To say he looked angry would be an understatement, but it was a calm sort of anger. The kind that made him cross the room without a word and equally calmly, equally coolly, knocking Madoc's barstool out from under him. Then he sat on one of the empty stools and glowered at the wooden surface like he could burn holes through the surface.

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc's grin slid off his face, and by the time Zack arrived in the bar, it had turning in to a look of innocence. He braced himself as the vampire came around the bar, although it didn't stop him falling flat on his arse as his stool was knocked out from under him. Nor did it stop him slipping in some of the vomit he'd tracked in and going down again as he attempted to get up.

"Ok, now my head really hurts." He muttered, pulling himself up and leaning on the bar. He moved his coffee around to the other side of Carla, out of the firing line, sat down and sipped the drink. "It was Felix's idea..." he muttered.

[Carla Glenn]

Carla watched Zack enter and raised an eyebrow with a smirk as he kicked Madoc's stool away. She watched him sit down and turned back to Felix.

"Damn. First he's shirtless, now he's soaked. Do you pay him to do that, 'cause, hey, credit to you if you do. That's one way to get more female customers." She looked around the bar. "Not that it's worked too fantastically, I can see." She added.

She gave the grumpy Zack a quick glance and then shot him a smile.
"Hey, look on the bright side, could have been a lot worse. Trust me, I know a lot better ways to wake somebody up than a glass of water."

"And that one? Trust me, that never gets old." She grinned, thinking of all the times she'd shocked lesser employees out of their sleep back in the day.

[Felix Dolohov]

The Bartender snickered as he watched the events unfold, he felt a little sorry for - OK that was a filthy rotten lie, he felt vindicated and positively gleeful with how this had just unfolded. Zack got punished for kicking him out of bed and Madoc landed in the very vomit he tracked across Felix's nice clean floors. All in all, perfection.

"He has his uses," he told the woman, grinning broadly, "Don't damage the goods please." He leaned over the bar and peered up at the still sleepy, pissed off and soaking wet Vampire. "Would you like some coffee?" he asked delicately, feeling perhaps, now, just a tiny bit guilty for the wake up call.

[Felix Dolohov]

((Becci's dying with Dissertation work so she's given me temporary God-Modding powers over Zack and Myra. I'm just writing them out briefly so we can carry on. Any objections?))



Zack glared at the blond from under his wet hair for a moment, contemplating whether or not to shoot him, punch him or ignore him. Either way meant no coffee though. "Please," he grunted sourly, still glaring.

Felix snickered slightly and quickly moved out of arms reach, the gleam of contemplated violence still hadn't left the other Vampire's eyes, tired as they were.

Zack looked at Carla, "He doesn't pay me. I'm starting to think he should though."

Felix arched an eyebrow at him, "You eat my food, use my shower, sleep in my bed," he said, ticking off his fingers, "Why the hell should I pay you?" he asked incredulously.

Zack gave him a sleepy fanged grin as he gestured in Carla's direction, "Female customer sexy lure. I don't kill for free so why should I strip for free?"

Felix threw a dishcloth at him, "Go take a shower already. Your coffee'll be ready by the time you get back, lazy ass." He didn't comment on the stripping for free thing, that way led Very Bad Things that shouldn't be spoken of in polite company - and despite her being a hungover half demon who could crispy fry his spinal cord, Carla was still a lady and classed as polite company.

Zack snorted and slunk out of the room, still tired but in a somewhat better mood than when he woke up - if only because he knew he had embarrassed the other Vampire and made him feel a little guilty.

"Bastard," the Daywalker grumbled, unimpressed, after he had left.

[Azrael Jiraco]

Walking passed the pub, Azrael was surprised he had never seen it before. Was it new or was he losing his focus? The previous urge he had felt to go to the pub was restored to him now that there was one in front of his eyes. He strolled in.

[Carla Glenn]

Carla glanced up from her seat casually at the newcomer. Her head was still pounding, and all she could think was 'who the hell comes to the pub at a time like this'? She had no idea what the time was, but her hangover was telling her it was the wrong time to be walking in to the pub.

But then she took in the new man's looks in the dim light. Her eyes went wide.

Oh my god! He's.... he's..........

kinda scruffy.

Unfortunately, of all the Watch members Carla had met and fought, Azrael wasn't one of them. While there was something vaugly familiar in his appearance, the 'slightly shaggy warrior man' look was so common in Edgehaven, she discounted it.

However, perhaps luckily for her, she still knew she must look a bit of a state after sleeping in a pub all night, and so turned away from him and hid herself the best she could anyway, not wanting a new male entering the room to see her in full 'walk-of-shame' mode from the night before.

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix glanced over his shoulder at the newcomer, clocking up his appearance in his head, he didn't look like he was packing anything particularly big but then again, you didn't need to in Edgehaven.

"Mornin'," he greeted flatly, "Bar ain't open yet so I can't sell you any beer. Basic bar snacks, maybe some breakfast stuffs, and non-alcoholic drinks are available though," he explained. The Broken Bottle operated on the same opening hours as a Bar and Restaurant in the Daylight world, open at twelve noon, close at two-three am.

[Azrael Jiraco]

As Azrael came through the door, he quickly became aware of how empty the place was. The first thing that he noticed, due to training and instinct, were Carla and Felix measuring him up. Of course, this wasn't uncommon in this town. He smiled on the inside when they both quickly disregarded him as nothing important.

Good, keep it that way, he thought to himself. His fighting spirit had quickly been overtaken by his thirst the moment he saw the pub; however, he much preferred it when people underestimated him.

Azrael, in turn, measured up the two unknowns. They were young. Too young, Azrael thought, to be behind a bar. Felix barely looked of age. Azrael suspected that he wasn't human and that the affect age would have on him had slowed. Carla didn't seem to share Azrael's view on being underestimated. It amused him the way that she tried to keep herself from being noticed. Unfortunately, simply looking at Azrael is the quickest way for him to notice someone.

Azrael's hypothesis of Felix not being human proved correct when he spoke to him. His vampire teeth, although relatively undeveloped, were obviously that of a vampire. Of what type, Azrael could not discern, but it was of little importance to him.

"Cola," he replied, taking a seat by the bar.

[Felix Dolohov]

The blond nodded and retrieved one of the clean glasses from the washer, he grabbed one of the hoses and began to pour the newcomer his drink, listening to the quietly playing radio with half an ear.

"Pound twenty, please," he said to the human as he set the glass in front of him.

[Madoc Wythers]

((laptop's knackered or I'd have posted sooner >.>))

Madoc, who was still rubbing is head and staring at his coffee, watched the exchange between Felix and Zack with sleepy amusement. He couldn't help but be somewhat relieved when the older vampire slunk away for a shower. He sipped his coffee quietly, trying not to piss anyone else off and was managing to do so when the door opened.

He moved to see who the hell was coming to the pub at this god-awful time of the morning. Granted, he wasn't sure exactly what time it was, but it was far too early for anyone to be awake without good reason. He didn't get very far though, his head gave a very painful protest at being moved too much, so he waited until the newcomer had taken a seat before inspecting him. Interesting....

He noticed Carla's lack of reaction with interest - She doesn't recognize him? That's... unexpected. He thought. Well, guessed. He had a feeling that if it had been Austin Darkora that had walked in, Carla would have been at his throat in seconds, hangover from Hell or not. I wonder why... He noticed that the stranger didn't seem to know who Carla was either.

Madoc, on the other hand, knew exactly who the newcomer was. He decided that it was not in his best interest to say anything. In fact, it was probably not in his best interest to speak at all. But, naturally, that didn't stop him.

"That stuff'll rot your teeth, you know." he said mildly, taking a sip of his coffee.

[Carla Glenn]

Carla wondered if Madoc had a genetic disorder that meant he just had to talk to strangers, or whether he just did it for kicks.

Deciding it didn't matter, but giving up, realising that Azrael was going to see her state or not, she dropped her facade. Besides, skin tight leather and pvc outfits rarely looked bad, no matter how hung over you were. Ridiculously slutty maybe, but never bad. Or so said Carla logic.

Despite this, she decided the best course of action was to stay sat down and nurse her hangover. And maybe get involved when the stranger inevitably took offence to Madoc's comments and the fireworks kicked off. After all, electrocuting people was a pretty good cure for a hangover.

[Azrael Jiraco]

Azrael passed the stripling the amount in exact change and took the drink. He barely finished his first sip when Madoc had invaded his personal space.

Another youngling, he thought. He acted too friendly for a stranger.

"I'll take may chances. Besides, better my teeth than my brain and liver," Azrael replied coldly, only turning his head to face him. He turned away again and took another gulp from his glass.

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc shrugged at the cold reply, sipped his coffee and nodded. "That's a valid point." He said. He got the feeling that his comments weren't welcome. That was nothing new though, his comments often weren't welcome. Still, he was glad that Carla was sat between him and Azrael.

Honestly though, what kind of person turned up at a pub before midday and didn't talk to the dregs of last nights business? Oh yeah, anyone who wasn't Madoc, probably. Although, not counting occasions like this where he'd more or less slept in the pub, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been to one before midday anyway. The Cir...Night Watch were a weird bunch, in Madoc's opinion.

Common sense finally kicking in, he leftr Azrael alone and turned to Felix. "Seriously though, any chance of food? Bacon, sausage, anything like that?" Now he'd woken up a bit, he was hungry. He grinned at Carla. "I could murder a nice greasy fry up... or maybe a curry. Or a kebab. Yeah, I could murder a kebab."

A kebab was probably a step too far, and definitely more than even Madoc could handle sober. After all, there are some things that should only be eaten under the influence of alcohol.

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix snorted, opting to ignore the newcomer, he obviously just wanted a drink so the Daywalker wasn't intending on driving him off, even if the distinct vibes of scorn or something similar were coming across.

"What am I, your wife?" he asked the human with an amused huff, he was tempted to throw a dishrag at Madoc but refrained, newcomer probably wouldn't approve of the barman assaulting his customers. "Sorry, I don't have a kebab-house in my closet. I have a Dillon if you'd like me to unleash that in your hung-over state. And feed him sugar." A very viable threat. And a very frightening one.

Never the less, the blond stepped out of the bar to go and prepare breakfast for his moochers, porriage for Carla - as she still didn't look like she could hold much down, and a greasy fry up for both Madoc and Zack - Felix would just grab a blood pack and some toast when he'd finished cleaning. Dillon could raid the fridge when he surfaced. That or Felix would throw a chunk of bread at him in between remopping the floors - because Madoc wasn't going to do it - and cleaning the men's bathroom of last night's vomit.