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Post by citizenmike on Feb 26, 2009 23:44:30 GMT -5
Johnny held the door open for Veronica and Anya.
"Where do you wanna sit?" Veronica asked.
"I'm fine anywhere."
"By the bar?"
"That's fine with me."
The three took their places before the counter.
"I'm having a beer." Johnny began as he tapped his hands over the counter. "What do you guys want?"
"I'll have a glass of wine, if they've got it."
"Sounds good. Anya?"
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Post by Tig on Feb 26, 2009 23:56:30 GMT -5
Anya moved inside, and took a seat beside Veronica. She glanced to them and smiled playfully. "Whiskey," she purred, always enjoying the hard stuff. And addiction that didn't affect her as badly as it did humans.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 27, 2009 8:50:41 GMT -5
"Whiskey it is!" Johnny said as he motioned the waiter. "A beer, a glass of wine, and a glass of whiskey, thanks!" The bartender nodded and motioned away. It was pretty damn unsettling how he was getting used to locals...
Johnny noticed Anya watch them and said, "You'll get used to them."
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Post by Tig on Feb 27, 2009 9:55:10 GMT -5
Anya glanced to Johnny. "Hm. Interesting." She was curious about them, and studied the bartenders neck, not hungry, but she was curious if they would be a good source of food. She didn't think so, the blood flow and heart rate was irregular. She shifted her attention to Johnny, listening to his blood and heart. Hm. Good. But she wouldn't feed from him, or anyone else, unless they let her. She smiled at him.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 27, 2009 13:02:39 GMT -5
Silence fell as the waiter approached them with their drinks.
Johnny took his beer, turned away from the bar, and approached a jukebox. It looked like it was still working. Johnny took a sip before placing his beer on the table beside him and sifted through the songs.
"What have we here?!", Johnny muttered out loud as he found a song. He selected the song and hit the player.
Johnny picked up his beer and started moving to the beat of a mid-tempo seventies pop song.
"What's this?" Veronica chuckled.
"The kind of song you hear on AM radio at two o'clock in the morning." Johnny replied. "England Dan and John Ford Coley, 'I'd Really Love To See You Tonight'"
He knew this...
Suddenly, he saw road. Dark road approaching endlessly and this song playing on the radio. The pain kicked in, but Johnny shrugged it off, continued dancing.
"I'm not talking about moving in," Johnny began singing. "And I don't want to change your life."
Slowly, he motioned to Veronica, took her hand and pulled her to him.
"There's a warm wind blow in the stars tonight, and I'd really love to see you tonight..."
"What are you doing?" Veronica asked, chuckling.
"Come on Roth, dance with me." Johnny replied.
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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 27, 2009 13:07:35 GMT -5
~*~
The bracelet on Johnnys wrist suddenly constricted a bit, and a small orb formed on it. It was originally blue, but slowly turned scarlet.
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Post by Tig on Feb 27, 2009 13:19:18 GMT -5
Anya lifted her head, glancing to the two when they danced. She chuckled, amused. She returned her attention to her drink, and brought it to her lips. She tipped her head back and let the whiskey run down her throat, like fire burning. She set the glass down and licked at her lips, satisfied.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 27, 2009 13:44:56 GMT -5
Veronica drew herself close to Johnny's ear and whispered, "What is this?"
"Shut up Roth," Johnny whispered back. "Just dance with me..."
Veronica chuckled.
Johnny looked at Veronica's eyes for a moment. He should have stayed a bit; just a moment longer. Let things play out.
Dancing was Johnny's way of making up.
Veronica caught Johnny's gaze and turned away for a moment.
The song ended and slowly, Johnny and Veronica let go. Veronica turned away to her wine, but turned back to Johnny and kissed him on the cheek.
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Post by Tig on Feb 27, 2009 13:54:44 GMT -5
Anya glanced back to Johnny and Veronica. She was amused by them. It reminded her of a time when she was happy. She glanced to the bartender, and motioned for him to give her the bottle. She cradled it close to her and sighed.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 27, 2009 13:59:48 GMT -5
Veronica turned back to her glass of wine and sipped it. Looking at Anya, she sensed something.
"Hey," Veronica said. "Are you alright?"
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Post by Tig on Feb 27, 2009 14:04:21 GMT -5
Anya nodded. "I'm fine," she replied softly. "I need some air." She licked at her lips and stood up slowly. She was a vampire, why couldn't she get over her past?
She glanced over to Johnny, her gaze shifting to his bracelet. "Is that supposed to do that?" There was something very odd about the bracelet.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 27, 2009 14:10:15 GMT -5
Johnny looked down at the bracelet and found that it had become red. He felt nothing, but what did it mean?
Johnny looked down at the bracelet as he sat beside Veronica.
Veronica ran her hand over Johnny's back and held him close.
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Post by Tig on Feb 27, 2009 14:24:06 GMT -5
Anya pushed the drink away from her. She watched them quietly. She nibbled on her lip. She wasn't sure what to think about them, about the place, about the strange zombie people.
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Chains
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Post by Chains on Feb 27, 2009 17:14:31 GMT -5
There was something about the whole bar scene that enticed Chains, and especially in this city among others. Granted, they always looked quiet and placid at first. Just a place for people to meet and mingle over shared drinks. But there was a layer of silt at the bottom of it all: a collection of emotions ranging from resigned sadness up through maudlin regret, and into the unfurling sediments of depression. He breathed it all in, filling his lungs with the tragedy of alcohol, as he slipped into the bar and made his graceful way to the counter. He moved like a dancer or an acrobat, balanced lightly on the balls of his feet. He hugged the shadows as he proceeded forward and remained virtually un-noticed until he had slid himself into an empty stool on Anya’s left. Only then did his presence go noticed by the barkeep. The waiter drifted over, moving sluggishly as if through mud. Or silt. Chains smiled at his own little internal joke. Before the dead-eyed man could say anything, Chains raised a slim hand. “Please. I profess my ignorance at the quality and the potency of your wares, sir. I trust your selection.” The barkeep looked at him expressionlessly and turned away. Chains raised an eyebrow at his back. As well try to provoke a rock. But the people next to him… Chains turned smoothly in his seat and let his smile grow sharp around the edges. His eyes wandered over the others at the counter. “Well, well, well,” he half-chuckled, half-sighed, “Who have we here?”
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Post by Tig on Feb 27, 2009 17:36:46 GMT -5
Anya glanced to the side when the stranger took a seat beside her. She looked him over, curious. A smirk spread upon her lips. She lifted her chin. "I'm Anya," she stated softly. She studied him closely, getting the feeling that he wasn't human, but she couldn't tell what he was. "And you, stranger?" Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips.
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