LAS VEGAS ♔ DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME

[morethanasidekick]

One of The Drunks - Panic! At The Disco

WHO || Kenzi, Paige, Bo, Groot, Rocket, You? Gatecrashers Others welcome.
WHAT || Vegas Baby!
WHERE || Pandora in Vegas, Nevada.
WHEN || March, 2018
HOW || Action Spam.

[ Kenzi had threatened Paige with a ladies night and of course, if anyone needed a night out it was Bo. The fact that there's also a talking Tree, a drinking Raccoon and... Drax? It's Kenzi. Why is anyone shocked by the people that she spends time with? She has ideas and they spin out of control and you just sort of hang on for the ride. It's her way. She may have casually mentioned they were coming here to a few other people, so if you happen to show up as well? The more the merrier.

The location itself isn't exactly filled with the garish glitz and glamor that a person generally associates with Vegas. Pandora has a British Pub meets modern day speakeasy feel to it. It's known for its signature cocktails with names like Panty Dropper and the Hot Little Mess and you can always count on live entertainment in the form of dancers, magicians, a band and of course, a DJ. It also happens to be one of the few clubs that has an open door policy where Shadowkind are concerned. Whether they'll be rethinking said policy after tonight? We just don't know. ]

Comments

[mercenairy]

[ Ahhh, she's one of these. Dante recognizes his own type from a million miles away, but he just gives her a dimpled grin with plenty of boyish charm. Even if there's a hint of steel will still flickering in the depths of his gaze as he crosses his arms over his chest and gazes down at her. ]

Somehow I get the feeling you're not all that sorry.

[succubestie]

[Well, that was a pretty good sense motive on her part, so she just sighs, crossing her arms over her chest.]

I'm being obnoxious and you're gonna be a buzzkill, aren't you.

[It's not really a question.]

Alright, alright. [With an impressive 21 dex check, she lithely slides across the bar back to the other side before turning back around and leaning her head on it.]

Give a girl a break, okay? This is my first night out since I had my baby.

[mercenairy]

[ When she relents and goes back to where she's meant to be without so much as a fuss, one eyebrow arches up and he looks actually impressed for a moment before some of that steel fades back to invisible and he gives her a more genuine grin.

Tapping a finger on the aged bar that gleams as the centerpiece of this place he inclines his head. ]

Respect the bar and you can have as much fun as you like. Promise, no more buzzkill. In fact, that sounds like a good cause for a celebration in my book. Or, at the very least, a distraction. What's your poison, Mama?

[succubestie]

[She smoothes a hand over the bartop, leaning in to whisper...to it.]

You have my most sincere apologies.

[Then she stands straight again, slipping into a stool.]

Mama would like some tequila, please.

[mercenairy]

[ Dante just grins at her antics, giving his bar a fond pat. ]

He's a forgiving sort, I'm sure you'll be back in his good graces soon enough.

Now, for the rest of it, hmm... [ He turns to survey the bottles behind him before grinning and sliding two taller ones aside to pull out a smaller aged model, the glass a deep brown. ]

Since it's a celebration, I think this calls for the good stuff, don't you? [ He starts pouring her a drink. ] Consider this one on the house, as congratulations from the buzzkill bartender.

[succubestie]

[She grins widely, leaning on her elbow.]

Becoming less of a buzzkill with each passing moment and earning himself a damn good tip. As an ex-bartender, I'm sufficiently impressed.

[mercenairy]

Oh? [ He arches an eyebrow with a grin as he finishes pouring and slides it across the bar towards her with a playful flourish. ] Retired, are you?

[succubestie]

{She laughs as she reaches out for the drink.]

Only from bartending. Picked up a few different careers along the way until the current ones finally stuck.