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PostSubject: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sat Jan 05, 2013 11:47 am

Nellie’s Pub and Eatery, est. 1976.

Business hours: 1pm to 5am, open seven days a week. Kitchens close at 10pm.
Closed for all statutory holidays, and possibly whenever the owner feels like it.


The place sat mostly vacant on a short street in central London, tucked away behind a faded façade and a paint-chipped sign with the bar name in scrawling, Romanesque type face that looked like it would have fit better in a Dickensian London rather than its rebuilding, 21st century counterpart. Despite being a pub, it looked like more of a coffee house - a wooden bench lined the length of the establishment, broken only when it connected with the bar counter, directly adjacent to the entryway, and again broken only when it came into contact with the front door. Dark cushions lined the bench, and scattered along its length were tables, many of which, at this hour, were unoccupied, although they still held the glasses and emptied beer bottles from the crew of men who had departed into the night a few short minutes ago. Other tables and booths, all of which were unoccupied save for two tucked away in the far corner, were scattered throughout the place, all of them in view of whoever stood behind the bar.

Róisín yawned from her stool on the other side of the bar counter, running a hand down over her face before straightening to get the kinks out of her spine. The clock was chugging slowly along, indicating that it was no more than a few minutes past two in the morning. Róisín fought back a groan; this was going to be one of those nights, she realized with a smattering of dismay.

So she poured herself a glass of whiskey, swished the swill of alcohol in around the glass, and sipped it gingerly. Good stuff, she decided with a glance to the bottle. Good year, too. She took a mouthful and then tucked the glass beneath the bar before once more turning her attention to the television tucked away in the far corner, hanging from the ceiling on a small platform. Nothing but informercials and late night news broadcasts. God she hated the stuff; all the good shows were on during the daylight hours so, of course, she missed most of those, and then when the good primetime television was on, she was waiting tables before playing bartender between midnight and five in the goddamn morning.

Pushing herself away from the bar and grabbing a washtub from beneath the counter, Róisín tucked the tub beneath her arm and then threw a dry washcloth over her shoulder, stepping out from behind the bar and heading over to the tables. God, humans left such awful messes behind them, the vampiress lamented internally, turning up her nose at one of the tables where the surface was slicked with a concoction of spilt beer, whiskey, and some fruity rum beverage she couldn’t even stomach the smell of. Didn’t anyone teach their children, or even at least practice, decent table manners? Back in my day I would’ve been beaten black and blue if I ever left a mess like this behind, she thought grimly, picking the empty bottles and glasses up off the table and settling them down in her tray. She took the heaping ashtray as well and tucked it beneath one of the bottles.

Maybe I’m just being archaic,” she muttered to herself as she began soaking up the booze on the table’s surface. “God, I sound like such a grumpy old bat right now.

Momentarily pausing in her work, Róisín glanced over her shoulder to the two occupied booths. The groups of men in either of them were chatting amongst themselves, and the vampiress was eternally grateful that they weren’t like some of the rowdy groups that flowed in at this hour. She was the only one working at this hour, the other bartender having left around one-thirty, and frankly, she hated having to kick people out of the bar.

Not that she was incapable of it; it was just awkward to grab a full-grown man by the scruff of the neck to throw him out on his ear while his friends looked on, positively floored by a ‘dainty little lass’ like her, as she had been called once before, so blatantly showing him the concrete, not so much as showing him the door.

Then, as though expecting someone else to come wandering in, Róisín turned her attention to the door for a moment before busying herself again. The street beyond the smoke-smudged glass was mostly vacant, at least from her perspective.

It was a quiet night, and God, those were the kinds Róisín hated the most.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 06, 2013 5:09 pm

(OOC) Hope you don't mind if I'm here. I'm tired of waiting in Wisconsin.

It had been a few months since "John Smith" found himself in the hotel. In that time, he'd done surprisingly well for himself. He discovered that, under his name, he'd had a sum of $10,000 waiting in the bank for him. He'd gotten a steady job and made a few friends. Ditching the frumpy coat he'd found himself in, he now preferred a loose white collared shirt instead of his red one. He'd also discovered he enjoyed alcoholic beverages, the reason he was here now.

A few days before, his new friends had convinced him to take a trip to London with them. Though he he wasn't too enthusiastic about it, he'd had about one too many drinks that night at the bar and agreed. The next day, they'd left for Europe. As for why he was here at 2:00 in the morning and not with his friends, they'd made the wonderful decision to share a room, and with John's uncanny sensitivity to sounds at night, he couldn't sleep with the deafening snores. He wasn't very tired, either - watching construction crews and walking through a few rebuilt stores and restaurants wasn't the most physically demanding day of his life - so he decided a drink would do him good.

Entering the pub, he quietly walked himself to the bar, seating himself on the bench. His quiet nature was still retained, despite how little he knew of himself, so he opted to wait for the barmaid to notice him rather than call for her. She looked busy, anyway. As he waited, he spied the television, quickly losing interest. Taking his pocket edition of Frankenstein out, he continued from where he left off. The book was good so far, but he felt like he'd already read it at some point with how he was predicting the events so well.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 06, 2013 5:59 pm

Róisín wasn’t entirely sure which was more of a mess: the black apron she wore over her gray and green flannel shirt, or the rag she had been using to scrub the table tops. Both smelt royally of alcohol, both linens soaked through with spilt booze. Peeling the apron over her head and ringing it out with a grimace, she let the liquor pour into the washtub with the rest the swill. She did the same with the rag, grimaced unpleasantly at the new, reddish-brown colour of what was once an off-white dishcloth, and then she decided to throw that in with the dishes as well.

Glancing down along the row of tables, she almost ran a sticky hand through her hair before catching herself at the last minute - too many times she had done that, and too many times she wandered home at six in the morning, hair stuck off even worse than what it usually did, and smelling like a keg and an ashtray all rolled into one heaping mess. Róisín instead wiped her hands off on the apron in her container as she made a mental note of the tables that remained to be clean. There was only four others with glasses and bottles still on the top, and the other five probably only needed a light spray of cleaner; as far as she could remember, no one had been sat there all evening, or at least not since the other waitresses who had worked during the evening’s supper rush had last cleaned them.

A cool draft of air breezing through the bar, accompanied by a soft jingling of bells that Róisín swore up and down she heard some nights in her sleep, snapped her out of the half-daze she had fallen into and she glanced briefly over towards the man who had walked into the bar. Oh, thank God; cleaning the tables was something she usually left for around four in the morning, once most people had finally evaporated from the pub and were in the process of stumbling home. Two hours ahead of schedule, Róisín needed a distraction, whether it was a fight breaking out between patrons or someone showing up to have a drink. Frankly, she’d take anything at this point. Propping the washtub on her hip and, after a quick wander around the side of the bar she had yet to finish and collecting a few stray glasses and bottles on the way, Róisín made her way back to the bar. She tucked the mess of bottles and rags beneath the counter and then moved to scrub her alcohol-sticky hands.

When they were scrubbed raw, she stepped away from the sink, wandering over to where the man sat, reading. She hesitated a moment, drying her hands and scanning the cover. Maybe he didn’t want to be bothered? She studied him a second or two longer. Ah, shag it, she decided.

Evenin’, hun,” she said pleasantly, tucking the towel into the hemline of her jeans. She leaned her weight on the counter, a foot or so away from him. “Anything I could get you?

[[ No problem at all! 8D ]]
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 06, 2013 6:22 pm

Nearly at the end of the chapter, he was startled by the barmaid's voice. Looking up, then back down again, unsure of what to say. He'd completely forgotten what he wanted while reading and couldn't quite seem to recover. He managed to stutter out, "I don't remember. Sorry." He tried nervously to remember, still looking at his book, though not reading. What DID he want right now? He wasn't really planning on getting drunk; just something to help him sleep. He'd heard hops made you sleep better. Couldn't remember where, exactly, or whether it was true, but that was good enough for him. "Beer, please," he said, not really caring what she gave him. He was already on a vacation he didn't really want to go on; what's the harm in the chance of drinking a bad beer?
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 06, 2013 6:41 pm

The smile Róisín wore verged on sympathetic at his reaction and she nodded. So many times she‘d had something like that happen to her - sitting at the bar, somewhere in downtown Belfast, or maybe in Galway or Dublin, depending on where business had taken her, engrossed in a novel or the latest headlines, only to have a bartender approach and nearly frighten the life out of her. Sometimes it was a relief to be startled from whatever she was reading, other times it had made her want to pitch the damn book at the bartender’s face. Or whoever sat around her laughing, whoever she’d get in less trouble for throwing a book at.

Sure thing, hun,,” she said. Just a beer, she thought, wandering away from the man and pulling the towel from her waistline, tossing it beside the sink only to have it land in amongst the suds and water. She muttered a curse, quickly backtracking to haul it out of the bubbles before it began to sink into the man. Well, she’d give him something nice - and by nice, that meant the beer she drank, of course. Grabbing a glass from the rack, she tucked it under one of the beer taps, pulled on the lever and filled it with a dark beer until a rich-looking foam sat level with the rim of the glass, some puffing up over it. The vampiress grabbed a butter knife and shaved the excess foam from the top.

Wiping the foam that managed to stick to her fingers off on her jeans, cursing again when she realized she hadn’t put on another apron, Róisín picked up the glass and headed back over to the man with the book.

Here you are,” she said, setting the stout down in front of him. “Call me biased, but you can’t go wrong with a cold glass of Murphy’s Irish Stout. I’ll be over here--” she jerked her head in the direction of the sink, also the location of her incognito glass of whiskey, “if you need anything else, alright?

Winking at him, she headed back over to the mess of dishes, took a sip of her warming whiskey, and then started humming to herself as she scrubbed the mess of glasses.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 06, 2013 6:52 pm

Say what he will about the vacation, he was enjoying this pub. The only familiarity the crotchety old man who served them back in Wisconsin gave was the occasional, "Get out of my bar, you fucking drunks!" to the people who drank a bit too much, John being one of them every now and then. Slightly surprised at getting a mug as opposed to a bottle - all he'd ever gotten back home - he drank, noticing it was quite a bit stronger than American product.

He blushed slightly at the wink, barely managing, "Yes, ma'am," before she drifted away. Was he embarrassed? No reason to be; he hadn't done anything humiliating. Maybe he was having whatever reaction his friends seemed to have whenever they talked to an attractive woman. He never really talked to anyone, let alone a woman, so he couldn't be sure. At least he was alone tonight; he'd hate to think what his friends would do if they saw him act like this.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 06, 2013 7:33 pm

Was that a blush she detected on his face? Róisín bit down on the corners of her mouth to keep her perpetual smile from growing, ducking her head a little to focus on washing the dishes. Precious little guy; she probably should have checked his ID before giving him a beer. Dumping the glasses into the suds-filled sink, the clinking of glass causing shivers to run down over her spine, the hairs on her arms standing on end. God she hated that sound, always had, always would. It made her skin crawl.

With the dishwasher busted and an owner too cheap, or perhaps too broke after restoring the pub after the attacks some several years ago, it took some time to scrub the glasses by hand - there was at least a good fifty of them floating in the water. By some small miracle, most definitely not by her skilled scrubbing, none of the glasses broke and Róisín breathed a sigh of relief: she wouldn’t have to replace any of the glasses, at least not tonight. Tomorrow night, maybe, or maybe the one after that.

Settling down on her stool, Róisín took her glass of whiskey out from beneath the counter and set it on the bar’s granite countertop. While there were other patrons in the bar, she wasn’t supposed to drink, not really, but the owner didn’t care. He was a pleasant old man, and he liked her, so he basically let her get away with anything and everything - as long as it didn’t include murder.

Róisín took a swig of her drink, letting the whiskey burn her throat. Those days were behind her, tucked firmly behind a steel door that would require an unhealthy amount of explosives to extract.

She took another drink, a deeper one than before and, topping off her glass, she settled down on her stool, feet up on the lower part of the counter, and decided to make herself comfortable for hopefully what remained of the evening.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 06, 2013 7:51 pm

As he drank the cold beer, he continued to read, not much for small talk, as if there was really anyone to talk with. While he tried to continue reading, he couldn't help but take the occasional glance back towards the barmaid. He didn't actually want anything, so it wasn't like it was a request. His glass was still mostly full and he wasn't hungry. He eventually just resigned himself to drinking and pretending to read, since he was finding it difficult to concentrate on the words. He'd flip the page every so often to give the appearance of reading intently, but he kept his bookmark firmly placed in the same spot; he wasn't going to remember any of the words he looked at.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 06, 2013 8:18 pm

“Oi, Rós!”

Glancing away from the television she’d been staring at with glazed-over eyes for the past few minutes, trying to ignore the growling in her stomach that was hungering for anything but the food they served in their kitchens, she turned her face in the direction of the men occupying the tables in the corner. The men were standing, shouldering jackets and getting ready to leave for the evening.

Taking her legs down from the countertop, Róisín hoisted herself up over the bar, slid across the surface and then dropped down onto the faded hardwood floor. She grabbed a washtub and propped it on her hip. “Leaving so soon, gents?” she teased as she approached them. “Good God, I thought you boys were going to be here ‘til I turned the Open sign off. Y‘had me thinking I was going to have to kick y‘out myself!” Quiet, tired chuckles followed her words, as did a dozen or so bills being shoved into her free hand, the fingers of drunken men sticky against her palm. Róisín fanned through them and nodded sagely, then felt her cheeks flare crimson when one of the guys, an older fellow with a beard yellowed around the edges of his lips from nicotine, tucked a few at the hemline of her jeans.

Maybe if you were twenty years younger, hun,” she said sweetly, patting a wrinkled cheek affectionately. “Have a goodnight, boys.” As they cleared out of the bar, emptying the two booths they had been calling home since eight o’clock, Róisín did a clean sweep of the table, pushing all the emptied bottles and glasses into the tub. She heard a tinkling of glass and she cringed. Perhaps it was a good thing they’d been generous tippers.

Heading back to the bar, she smiled at the man reading the book and then hopped back over the bar once she had dropped the washtub down by the sink. Fishing through the breast pocket of her shirt, she produced a pack of crumpled cigarettes and pulled one from the package, placing it to her lips, lighting it with a match and then taking a slow drag in the direction of the No Smoking sign. The only form of rebellion she‘d been a part of in seven years. She then offered the pack to the remaining patron, smiling as she slid it in his direction, along with the pack of matches, as she turned back to the sink. “Feel free to have one, and don’t worry,” she said. “I’m not one of those crabby barwenches who gets all pissy about folks sitting around and having a smoke. That’s the owner. He‘s a proper old coot sometimes, bless him.

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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 06, 2013 8:39 pm

Seeing movement, he followed the goings on with his eyes. He pressed the pages of his book a bit too hard when he noticed the vulgarity of the one man. He fidgeted in his seat slightly when she addressed him again. He shook his head at the offer of a cigarette. He'd never really tried before, but it didn't seem like something he was interested in, either. He already drank a bit too much as it was; one bad habit was enough. "Should be going soon," he muttered. His companions would wake up in a few hours, so the more sleep he managed to get, the better. Besides, he was feeling strange tonight. Maybe it was lack of sleep causing these emotions, not being able to sleep properly for a couple days now.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 06, 2013 9:13 pm

Róisín clicked her tongue sympathetically against her teeth, shaking the cigarette she had clenched between them and causing the ash accumulating at the tip of it to drop into the suds in the sink. For the first time the whole evening the smile fell from her face and she glowered at the offending black ashes that lay sprinkled across the foamy white mess of detergent suds. Inhaling the smoke deeply, she let it out through her nose as she swiped the mess of ashes away. From the corner of her eye she saw the matches and pack of smokes go untouched. The smile returned to her face, although a bit more subtle in its curve; good call, she thought. The habit was a nasty one, one she’d had since at least the 20’s. God, what a state her lungs must have been in by now. Or did a vampire’s lungs even turn black from the tar? She paused in her dishwashing, lips pursed as she inhaled, ashes glowing red, and then she hummed as she exhaled. That was a question for another time, when she wasn’t at work and in the presence of a human. Maybe she’d hunt down a doctor or something, make him put her through an X-Ray or one of those scanner things to see what it turned up. That’d be good for a laugh, wouldn’t it?

Setting the last of the men’s glasses down in the rack with the others, suds and water rolling off of them and pooling in the dish tray, Róisín wiped her dripping hands off on the back of her jeans and approached the man. She let her eyes roam over his pale face, taking it in. She valiantly fought back the urge to pat one of his pale cheeks, and miraculously enough, she won that fight: her hand stayed down on her hip. “You look like you could use a good night’s sleep, hun,” she said, voice taking on an almost motherly note of concern, something someone who looked the age she did should not have been capable of. “And this is coming from someone who hasn’t had a decent night’s sleep in … uh, gosh, five years now?” She swallowed thickly, almost choking on cigarette smoke. Five years was the cover story, not the actual ninety-two she’d been around, living like this.

One of these days, she was going to slip up, and it would be in front of the wrong person. Róisín fought another urge now, this one to pinch the bridge of her nose in self-directed frustration. She hadn't lived a hundred-and-thirteen years to screw up on something as simple as a cover story.

Christ she needed another drink, and it wasn't even three in the morning yet.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 06, 2013 9:29 pm

John nodded, starting to feel tired now that it had been mentioned. He closed the book he'd pretended to read and placed it back in his pocket. He stood from the bench, taking the money for the drink out and placing it on the counter, adding in a few extra bills as a tip. He managed a quick smile towards the barmaid before turning away even quicker. He must have had a fever, as his whole face began to turn red. He hurried himself to the exit, hoping the cold night might help with the hot feeling on his face. As he opened the door, he spoke, "Thank you," before leaving. Maybe he could come back there some time.

---> Somewhere, for some amount of time.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Fri Jan 11, 2013 9:10 pm

Waving the cloth she was using to wash the glasses in the sink, sending suds and water everywhere across the bar counter, Róisín smiled as she watched Mr. Blushing Frankenstein - that was her name for him now - duck out through the door after leaving a pile of cash on the counter. “Have a good night, hun!” she called after him.

Drying her hands off on the back pockets of her alcohol-stained jeans, Róisín grabbed a black elastic from her wrist and tied her mess of curly black hair up in a sloppy bun. The vampiress reached for the money on the counter and began to count it, putting what was owed in the register, along with the money from the group of men who had been hoarding the two corner booths all evening, and then she began to count her tips; the night was almost out, with the hour hand on the clock edging past the three and slowly gaining on four in the morning. She almost let out a sigh of relief, rubbing at her eyes with the palm of her hand, smudging her mascara and eyeliner, a pale hand coming away blackened. A black eyebrow arched upwards in surprise. There was enough extra, along with the other few bills she’d been handed earlier on in the evening, to buy her some extra groceries, and to pay off the guy at the morgue. Wasn’t that a pleasant surprise?

Róisín did sigh with relief this time; she was behind on her payments to him and, frankly, she had to get her blood somewhere, didn’t she? She hadn’t lived this long to starve to death, that was certain, and she most certainly had no intention of returning to the former life-sustaining habits she had enforced.

Settling down on her stool once more, army boot-clad feet up on the counter, Róisín settled in for the remainder of her shift, quite pleased to know that the rest of the night would more than likely pass in silence.

[[ WHUPT I totally forgot I didn't post this. YIKES.]]
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 13, 2013 3:44 pm

(OOC) Moving up a night. Friends created by Rodrik.

It didn't take long before John's companions noticed he'd been out the night before, and it took even less time to get him to expound upon it. It was then decided they would return the next night, so they could all get drunk and hopefully make a fool of their friend in front of his "girlfriend" (an insinuation he wasn't too fond of).

It was a little past midnight before a large man in a suit burst through the door of the bar, a large mohawk gracing his scalp and nearly touching the frame. He was followed by John, currently in a state of shame over being dragged back here with these two, and another man with dyed grey hair. They all found themselves quickly seated at the bar, the larger friend deciding to make a scene right from the start, since he'd already had a considerable amount to drink before going. "Anyone working here, remember this guy from the night before?" He pointed to John, who was currently trying to read and not be involved.

The other friend gave John a pat on the back. "You know how Ryan gets sometimes. He's really not trying to embarrass you." While he said that, he was curious to meet the woman from before that seemed to disturb his friend in a way he'd never seen. Maybe he'd get in on the teasing it if seemed like enough fun. Meanwhile, John continued to try reading, considering the better choice between simply leaving as fast as possible or hiding under a table.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 13, 2013 5:00 pm

Like the previous night, the pub was fairly empty, although there were a handful of people scattered along the benches and tables that wound its way along the perimeter of the establishment. Quiet conversation filled the place, a hum so low that it was almost entirely drowned out by the sound of the radio an electrician of some sort had come in earlier in the day to repair. Some people sat in groups, chatting amongst themselves, whereas there were a few lone drinkers here and there, tucked away in corners and trying to act as inconspicuous as possible. Those were the people who were easiest to sympathize with. No large groups like the night before, which probably meant the place would be empty by two again. Róisín swallowed a sigh; sometimes she didn’t know why the owner kept the place open as late as he did, and part of her wondered if he did it for the sake of giving her hours. It wasn’t a major loss for the place, what with her being the only employee they had working in the evening after one thirty or two. The vampiress wasn’t entirely sure whether to be grateful for it or not, given how tedious it was to sit in an empty bar for several hours while fighting to stay awake the entire while.

The woman in question was stood behind the bar, conversing with a co-worker as he prepared to scrub down the kitchen and then lock it up for the night, to save her the trouble of trying to watch the front and clean at the same time. It was a nice setup, one Róisín was thankful for. Not that she couldn’t handle it; she simply didn’t want to. Curly black hair pinned up in a tight bun and her bangs pinned up and kept back with a red and white-patterned bandanna, she tossed the keys to kitchen to Mike, wished him a good evening in case she didn’t see him before he left, and glanced over to the door at the sound of bells jingling as three men entered the bar. Ah, so perhaps it wouldn’t be an overly quiet night, she realized with a wry smile when she heard one of their comments. Casting an amber eye over the tallest of the trio, the one who had spoke first, the wry smile turned into more of a smirk and she subconsciously tightened her posture. He looked like a man who needed to be cut off before he’d even started.

Scratching at her partially bare back before adjusting the material of her black halter top, red-painted nails grazing over her tattoo, Róisín smiled at the men as they took up three of the barstools and approached them, hands tucked into the pockets of her black waist apron - which was currently free of alcohol stains and/or the smell of it. For the time being, at least. “Evenin’, gents. Anything I can be gettin’ for you lot?” she greeted. Then her eyes widened a smidgen before crinkling pleasantly at the corner. “Welcome back, Mr. Frankenstein. I see you’ve brought some friends along with you tonight?

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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 13, 2013 8:15 pm

"We'll have three beers down this way, beautiful," the loud one said as he looked the woman up and down. "Didn't do too bad for yourself, Johnny," he told his friend, secretly thinking to himself he'd have to see what he could do about changing that. All the while, John simply tried to ignore his friend, trying to figure out why he'd taken the two down here.

"Don't mind him, miss; he's about as dumb as he is drunk," the grey haired one apologized. Even he was beginning to think this might not turn out too well if it kept going. When they'd finished their drinks, he'd try to get them going; John was feeling (something he had to admit was a bit strange) bad enough as it was.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 13, 2013 8:55 pm

Arching a brow, Róisín felt a dry chuckle rising in her throat; most men were subtle when giving her and the other girls a once-over, and even the ones who weren’t subtle in the slightest at least made some kind of a half-hearted attempted at concealing their wandering eyes. This guy, however, was much bolder. Those kinds of men did exist, and Róisín knew they frequented the other pubs and bars in the area based on some of the interesting stories she‘d heard over the past few years of her employment, but she hadn’t had many run-ins with them. Or, at least she hadn’t in quite a while. What had it been, fifteen years? Twenty? Róisín felt a different kind of smile surface unbidden on her lips, one that was almost nostalgic - she missed her boys, she missed her man - and then she mentally bit the nature of the smile in half and her expression darkened, her smile growing a little sharper at the edges as she levelled her gaze on the loudest of the three. “Three beers it is, handsome,” said the young woman, her voice taking on a saucy tone, her grin wolfish.

Then, turning to the other man, the one with the greyish hair, she leaned over the bar a little so that, when she spoke, it was to him only. “Please, hun,” she said, this time sounding almost as pleasant as she had when she first greeted them. Her smile had softened a little. “Men like him require no excusing. It just kind of comes with the territory, so don’t bother yourself with trying to help him save face. Drunk men will be drunk men, and dumb men will be just so.” She briefly clasped his shoulder, decided with an inward grimace it felt like a slightly military thing to do, and she turned her back to the trio and headed over to the taps, grabbing three glasses from the shelf along the way.

Before setting them down on the rack beneath the taps, she glanced over her shoulder at them. “Are there any preferences, or is this round bartender’s choice?

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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 13, 2013 9:31 pm

John continued to bury his face in the book, growing ever more ashamed of being seen here with his coworker. All he could really hope for at this point was a meteor to strike the bar or a gunman shooting him to escape the situation; he wasn't really feeling up to simply running away. Maybe if he did get drunk, he'd feel a bit better about this whole thing. Come to think of it, he couldn't really figure out why he felt so strongly about this in the first place. He'd seen his friends make a fool of him numerous times in public, so why did it bother him now?

The louder one grinned. "I've got a few preferences, but if we're talking about beer, whatever's best here." Noticing his friends weren't having as much fun as he was, he chose to fix that. Choosing John, as he was the smallest and was showing a strange sense of embarrassment, he grabbed the book out of his hands and tossed it on the ground. "You can't read while you drink. Besides, she looks a lot better than your book." He pointed to Róisín, laughing at his own joke.

John panicked slightly, not having his book any longer to "shield" himself. He quietly walked to where it had landed, picking it back up and returning to his seat. "Control yourself, man," the other friend said, starting to become annoyed.

"Lighten up, Jimmy," he huffed. "Just having some fun. That's why we took this trip; getting drunk and having fun." He clumsily punched his friends in their arms a bit too hard, nearly knocking John to the floor.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Tue Jan 15, 2013 11:00 am

After leaving the club that belonged to Jay Heinrich felt like he needed a drink, while off duty and not needed his jacket and cap came off and he just had the tie on. He hadn't had a good drink in a few months and this was the perfect chance to get one, really needing an Irish stout he walked into what seemed to be a nice little pub. The Nazi was enjoying the evening, it was relatively quiet and Heinrich had always liked the architecture.

Making his way to the bar he noticed that there was a small party a few feet from them. Hearing them and there conversation made Heinrich grimace, the way people spoke now was disgusting. Still he wasn't there to bandy words with them, but then again. He could always give them a bit of advice. Turning away after he'd gotten his ale Heinrich made his way slowly towards the youths with the cat like grace of a swordsman he sat on a free chair opposite the three youths.
"to be honest hearing you speak iz ztarting to pizz me off so if you don't mind, shut ze fuck up" he wasn't in the best of moods seeing Jay had that affect on him.

His eyes were wide by this point and he really wanted to just have a quiet drink, that is before going back to the massive mess that was his continued existence.
"Just leave ze nice Fraulein alone und quiet down a bit, ok"
Giving them his most psychotic grin he got back up and went to finish his ale
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Tue Jan 15, 2013 8:06 pm

Róisín had been fully prepared to argue what he said - no, actually, a book was generally more attractive than she, and she would be willing to talk the loud man into a corner in order to prove her point - and she had been equally prepared to stick up for Mr. Frankenstein, when the other man approached. Mike had been ghosting along the front and must have served him; the vampiress had no recollection of even seeing him come into the pub. Then again, when you were preoccupied with a moron, that did tend to leech up a good portion of one’s energy, and possibly their patience. Patience was something Róisín had in spades but, for some reason, found herself growing nearly short on it. Maybe it was exhaustion; maybe it was hunger. She hadn’t slept well because the people in the flat above hers didn’t appreciate the fact that she was a nocturnal being - not by choice, mind you; she was hungry because it had been days since she had fed. It was in her near future, she knew it judging on the grumbling in her belly.

The man who had approached looked polite, was well-dressed and carried himself like someone with a status behind their name. Róisín watched him closely for a moment, heard what he said, and bit down on her cheek to keep from laughing and when she had that under control, she took her lower lip between her teeth to keep from smiling. “Go raibh maith agat,” she said lowly, muttering the quiet thank you beneath her breath. She placed her hand on the back of her neck, looked at the ceiling as though she were praying for patience, or a good stiff drink - whichever came first. In her case, it would be the stiff drink.

Well, I do believe that settles all that,” Róisín said brightly, unable to hide the trace of laughter from her voice. She cleared her throat and squared her shoulders, nodding at the trio and smiling crookedly at Mr. Frankenstein. She jerked her head in the direction of the stool partway down the bar behind the counter. “I’ll be over here if anyone needs another drink.

And so the vampiress took her seat behind the bar, fighting the urge to pour herself a drink despite it being so early on in her shift, and Mike drifted across the room from one of the tables near the door, glanced pointedly at her and then to the kitchen. So he’d be sticking around a little longer than he was scheduled for. Róisín bit back a sigh of relief and nodded at him. It’d be nice to have a little back up, but she’d be keeping an eye on the loud one at the bar - Mr. Frankenstein and the Grey-Haired Guy weren’t causing any trouble, it was all the other guy - and, perhaps, she’d have to keep an eye on the German man who had come in, too.

Just to be on the safe side.

(It was at that point when Róisín quit warring with her consciousness and let her work-related alcoholic tendencies take over; she really could use that stiff drink, anyway.)

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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Tue Jan 15, 2013 8:48 pm

"Fuck off, prick!" the loudest man in the room yelled, much drunker after downing his own beer and starting on his friends'. He got up, drunkenly attempting to form some sort of fighting position, though he could barely stand, let alone make a real fist.

The grey haired man stood now, holding his friend up. "Calm down, stupid, he told his friend, trying to quell his drunken rage. "Thanks for your help, but we've got him under control," he addressed the German. He tried to pull him out of the bar, but he resisted. All he could really hope for now was for nature to take its course and alcohol to get the better of him.

John was more than disappointed in the night's turn of events. He made eye contact with the barmaid for a few moments, turning back to his book quickly and trying to hide the growing blush spreading across his face. He heard yelling; Ryan was picking a fight again. He was never much help in the situation. He could only sigh and hope James was enough to handle it this time and that the stranger wasn't feeling too violent. They'd gotten in enough trouble back home because of him, and being in court wasn't exactly the preferred plan for their vacation. He hoped he wouldn't get banned from this bar, too.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Wed Jan 16, 2013 1:17 pm

“Shut ze fuck up” This loudmouth was starting to get on his nerves and he wasn’t about to let him destroy his evening. Heinrich looked at the one reading the book, at least him and the other one had the decency to look embarrassed by what was happening. The same couldn’t be said for the loudmouth. “So you have a problem vith me zen?” Heinrich’s voice grew slightly louder at that.

He turned around and then decided that what he was about to do next would make the night more interesting by far. “Apologies Fraulein in advance” He jumped up on the table, “you bastard, ruining my pleasant evening” Heinrich started to frown and jumped off the table. Handing the lady some notes he swiftly apologized for dirtying the table. Then he simply went back to the bar to get another drink.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sat Jan 19, 2013 9:53 am

A boy observed from a small table in the corner, half-hidden behind a glass screen. One red eye observed from under a green wool hood, the other concealed behind strands of black hair. A can of Coke sat on the table in front of him, beside a beefburger cut with precision. Between the parted zips of his coat, a black waistcoat and the collar of a white shirt were visible - strange clothing for a boy of, what, fourteen? Nevertheless, he sat without the slightest hint of discomfort, observing Heinrich's strange display against a man whose only crime was swearing.
What are you, some kind of Nazi? asked Walter, his amused voice just loud enough to be heard. It was unlikely Heinrich would recognize him immediately. This is a pub. Starting fights is a custom of the English. You should know that.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sat Jan 19, 2013 10:42 am

OOC: posting so as I can react to Walter and then to the next people rather than having to do it all at once.

Feeling rather pissed at the whole damn evening being messed with by the loudmouth, the next thing that happened was the last straw in his already depleted bale of hay. Turning around he stalked slowly to the other side of the room to confront the youth he was in a terrible mood. He wasn't above beating up a pathetic runt that saw fit to say what he'd just said, he reached the table.

"You find someving funny you scum?" grinning Heinrich kicked the table aside and drew his blade, "if so do you vant me to use mein blade to open your throat?"
He placed his blade near the youths throat with swift efficiency. Flexing the fingers of his left hand he was ready for anything. If the youth was more than met the eye he wouldn't surprise the old soldier. They all fell like wheat when it came down to it.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sat Jan 19, 2013 2:13 pm

A humble girl by nature, and perhaps humbled even further by circumstance, Róisín had never asked for much in her life. She never asked for raises, she never asked for a lower rent, she never asked for promotions - be them with the IRA or here, at this cozy little pub - and she most certainly never asked for excitement of any kind.

Apparently, however, life was not nearly as humble or laid-back as she when it came to the things it enjoyed to dole out with a cruel sense of humour. Life, Róisín had decided some fifty or sixty years ago, once she’d been around long enough to truly understand it, had the nastiest sense of humour and an even nastier mean streak sometimes. This was one of those times.

She’d been pouring a drink for herself behind the bar, glancing around the place and noticing that it had been almost emptied of patrons, including the regulars - driven off perhaps by the behaviours of the other men in the place, she’d have to apologize to them when they came back the next night - and found herself immensely thankful for the near-emptiness of the place. And then suddenly people were yelling, tables were flying helter-skelter and if Róisín hadn’t known any better this might have been a pub in Ireland - the Northern, rowdier side, at that - and not one in England.

Vaulting herself up and over the bar, casting a forlorn look to both her now abandoned drink and to Mr. Frankenstein - one of these days, she’d have a decent chat with him, if she could get two words out of him - and she stormed across the bar over to the German man where he was now accosting some youth. That was one thing, a thing for the police to deal with perhaps, but once you began to factor in damage to the establishment, then she had a chance to get her hands on things - there was no way a busted table was coming out of her pay cheque.

Placing her hand on the German’s bicep, she peered over his shoulder and frowned. “Sir,” she said icily, “if you don’t chill the fuck out, I’m going t’have to ask you to leave, got it? And I’m not afraid to grab you by the scruff of the neck and drag you out through those doors myself.


[[ OOC: sorry about the delayed reply ;A; ]]


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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sat Jan 19, 2013 2:37 pm

Neither could ignore what was happening anymore as their friend lay on the ground unconscious with a broken nose. "What the hell is your problem?" the one called James yelled, only to be ignored as the insane man and his sword went to accost a child next. He was glad to see the employee getting to work stopping the psycho, but stood at the ready just in case. John, take care of him," he told his friend, stepping forward to be closer to the action in case he was needed. He wasn't much, but he could take a hit if he needed to.

As his friend fell, John was in a state of shock, enough to drop his book, even. As James ordered him, he quickly ran to Ryan's side, making sure he was breathing, though there wasn't much indication he shouldn't be. He was afraid; he didn't like violence and he didn't like when his friends, no matter how idiotic and inane they could be, got hurt. He didn't want to see the barmaid hurt, either, or that child. He took out his cell phone and desperately tried to remember the emergency number for the English police. Panic had overridden his memory, but the usefulness of the London PD was questionable, any spare officers still helping with reconstruction, anyway.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sat Jan 19, 2013 3:00 pm

Going absolutely mental it took Heinrich a second to realise what the hell he was doing, he was in a bad mood but still...You didn't behave like an animal in public, especially not in front of a lady. And what made it worse was that he was holding his sword at the throat of non-other than Walter Dornez himself. He'd made a fool of himself, and worse was that he'd forced the Fraulein to have to grab him and try and restrain him. He could've killed her like an insect.

Laughing he pulled the sword away and put out his hand to the youth, "Walter it's been a vhile, how're you? sorry about ze sword I'm not in the best of moods and am slightly agitated mood at ze moment"

Turning around he pulled two twenty pound notes out of his pocket and gave them to the lady "sorry for ze damage, please get an ice pack und I'll deal vith ze man, I'm good at first aid. Years of practice you know" He walked up to the downed man and kneeled in front of him. Using his balde he cut off his sleeves and began to use the to staunch the blood. He'd been planning on getting a new one today anyway.

"sorry about zis old boy" he reached up and grabbed both sides of his nose and did a quick sharp movement the nose would heal. He'd put it back into place, his mate Hal had done this to him after he was attacked by some squadies he'd pissed off in the concentration camp. "If you need more to cover the costs Fraulein just ask, oh and Walter I've got some stuff to discuss with you after this is sorted out"
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sat Jan 19, 2013 4:38 pm

(Alright, we need a posting order. Roisin, John, Heinrich, me.)

Walter clasped his hands together and smiled sweetly, amused by the chaos going on around him. Deep down, he felt an urge to clean up all the mess that Heinrich had caused - the urge of a butler who had spent 70 years perfecting his craft. But he wasn't a butler anymore - not in any real sense - and he could afford to let the mess slip.
Calmly, he said, Whatever is this man talking about? He holds a knife to my throat and then says he wants to 'tell me something' in private? Is he a paedophile, maybe? Walter was enjoying this immensely. He held no fond feelings towards his 'comrades', and he could always regroup with Heinrich afterwards if what he had to say was truly important.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sat Jan 19, 2013 6:29 pm

Lukas walked down a long street in London scowling at all the smiling people walking about. It seemed like just yesterday the Last Batallion had marched through these very streets waging war in it's purest form. War just for the sake of having it just for the sake of death. Yet now their once great Reich was in shambles once more a distant memory to these people something to be mocked and forgotten. Humanity so eager to remember their accomplishments but so easily forgets their failures." Lukas muttered as he turned down a dark alley leading to Nellie's Pub and Eatery. Normally he wouldn't frequent a place such as this but for some reason 2nd Lieutenant liked to frequent this place possibly because it was so isolated from the world. If it was one thing the people of this world still feared it was what lurked in the darkness. As they should. He stopped as he heard the sound of a familiar German marching cadence echo through the alley. He glanced down and pulled out his cell phone a device invented by humans as time had went by. "Ja?" Lukas said answering. "Sir most of the men have been gathered in the Deus Ex Machina II we're ready." A man said.

Lukas smirked a little nodding "Gute bring around the car the Fuhrer must not be late to his own speech." Lukas said hanging up before the man could respond. Lukas placed the phone back in his pocket before walking into the pub spotting Heinrich with his blade drawn. He frowned and walked up to Heinrich placing a hand on his shoulder "Mein Fu- I mean Heinrich your making a scene." Lukas said as he watched the man calm down. "The preparations have been made don't ruin our moment to make a triumphant return with this." Lukas said. The last thing he needed to deal with today was murdering a bunch of police officers and witnesses. He knew that if they were revealed to the public so soon Hellsing and Iscariot both would crack down on them. And with their force's current state they would be able to put up any resistance at all. He turned to the woman trying to restrain Heinrich and smiled a rare thing for the Waffen-SS officer. "My deepest Apologies Fraulein he is under much pressure I hope his behavior did not inconvenience you." Lukas said.

Lukas heard a car park outside as 4 men dressed in black suits wearing sunglasses entered. Lukas could see the red glow of their eyes behind their glasses as they stood completely straight. "You did as I requested?" Lukas said turning to them. "Jawohl Oberleutnant Gunther!" One man said. Lukas scowled at the use of his rank in public but would deal with it later before turning back to Heinrich. "Heinrich it's time to leave." Lukas said.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 20, 2013 8:44 am

Róisín had decided, at this point in the game - if you even wanted to call it that - it would be best for her to try to stop attempting to understand what was happening. First, there had been the confrontation, followed by the second confrontation involving the boy whom she had served earlier, then the angry German whom she had been restraining had thrust some money into her hand - easiest way to make a woman’s night, no doubt, bless his silver buttons - and had been tending to the man he had injured. And now there were men in her bar, speaking German, dropping ranks here and there, apologizing to her and calling her a ‘fro line’, which took her a moment to realize they were calling her ma‘am and not making snide remarks about her hair.

Róisín was slightly more confused than she had been in quite some time, but the vampiress was taking it in stride at this point. Petting the young man’s hand - Walter, had the German called him? Yes, that was what he had called him, most certainly - Róisín gave the boy a warm smile. “While I highly doubt his intentions are malicious, have no worries, hun,” she said brightly. “I’ll be busting some asses before anyone does anything unseemly in this bar.

Turning from him and in an attempt to resume damage control, she headed over to the bar to grab one of the ice packs kept in the freezer beneath the counter. There were numerous ones, all of which were kept for occasions like this one. The manager was either pragmatic or pessimistic in his opinion of the patrons, and Róisín could not be certain which one it was. Heading back over to the unconscious man on the floor, she set the ice pack down. "Oh, I do believe what you gave me will be enough, Sir," Róisín said brightly to Heinrich, patting his cheek affectionately. "A thousand thanks for that."

But now, these other men in the bar, what to do with them? Did she offer them a drink? She cast weary, amber eyes over them, all dressed identically in their crisp, black suits and sunglasses. Sunglasses at night, really? Róisín squinted a little at them; something felt off. About them, about all this. But she said nothing and instead, giving Heinrich another warm smile - money was bound to change anyone's opinion, and it worked wonders with her - she headed over to Mr. Frankenstein, clasped him on the shoulder and then sighed.

"If anyone wants anything to drink - and I mean anything - it'll be on the house and I'll be over at the bar."

And then, quite resolutely, Róisín plodded over to the bar, flopping down on a barstool in front of the counter and laying her head down on the cold marble surface, mentally begging for no more excitement, not for a long while.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 20, 2013 10:01 am

Smacking the asshole's hand away, Jame decided to tend to his friend by himself. "Come on, now, you idiot. You just got knocked out; you're not dying." He smacked the sides of the man's face, thanking the barmaid as she handed him the ice. He started to stir, but he wasn't in the shape to get up just yet.

Relieved that the fighting seemed to be over and done with, John let out a quiet sigh. He slowly started to drift down the bench until he was closer to the woman that had stopped the cacophony of violence about to erupt. "Sorry," he muttered, nearly to himself, still hiding his face in the book and afraid to look up too much.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 20, 2013 10:22 am

Frowning Heinrich got to his ffet and looked over the room, "suit yourself" walking out of the door one of the men in the black suits opened a door for him. Getting into the car he called after Lukas to come and get in. He was looking forward to what was going to happen next. But now he'd be going to the Deus Ex Machina II, he had an announcement to make.

=======>Deus Ex Machina Command/War Room
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 20, 2013 11:09 am

(Wow, I hate congested topics.)

Walter smiled gratefully up at the barmaid and watched Heinrich leave. It was then that he felt the buzzing in his pocket. Producing his phone, Walter glanced at the text and then frowned. He should be present for a meeting, but the Millenium FREAKS didn't exactly like the thought of an English butler among their ranks - putting up with it merely because the Major expected them to.
Well, now. Will there finally be an offensive? I'm sure if that's the case, someone will tell me.
He glanced back to the barmaid, Nellie, and said in what he hoped was a shaken voice: Could I have a glass of red wine? I'm seventy years old, I'm sure you can tell. Also, could you tell me where the nearest inn or hotel is? My parents are away on business, and I need somewhere to stay the night.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 20, 2013 11:51 am

Lukas sighed noticing the bad atmosphere in the room it was obvious whatever had happened here obviously didn't reflect Heinrich's character well. "Sorry once again." Lukas said this time in english as he left the room followed by the other 4 four men. Lukas got into the car on the otherside and waited as the men got into the car as well. "Destination sir?" One of the men asked looking back at Lukas and Heinrich. "To the Zeppelin there's much to be done and the more time we spend here the more time we could be doing something important." Lukas said idly as he stared out the window. "Jawohl Oberleutnant." The man said before pulling out of the alley in the car

----> To the Deus Ex Machina II/ Command/War Room
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 20, 2013 12:09 pm

Straightening up and running a hand through her hair, Róisín plucked the pins and elastic bands from her hair, taking it down out of the bun and shaking it out. The vampiress sighed tiredly, and then she smiled at Mr. Frankenstein. "You have nothing to apologize for," she said quietly, brow knit together and her expression unusually serious. "These things happen. Infrequently, yes. But they do happen. Don't feel bad about it, please."

The woman sighed and swivelled around on her barstool, resting her back against the bar, assessing the destruction. With the exception of the man lying on the floor being tended to by his friend, and the spilled drinks and food, the place didn't look too bad. It would just require some extra scrubbing, that was all. And several Incident Reports to be filed and passed off to ... wherever the hell it was the old man sent them off to. He took care of the filing, she took care of the scribbling. Which was an even bigger pain in the ass when she thought about it.

When the young man, however, approached her and asked for a glass of wine, she stared at him, eyes going wide. She pressed her lips together, furrowed her brow and then ran a hand down over her face in exasperation. "You're seventy, and I'm a hundred and thirteen," she said drily. Some might take it as a broken sense of humour, but for her it was a nauseating reality. Not that any of them knew about it. "You know what? I don't care anymore. Of course you can have a glass of red, sweetheart. You can have two, if really want. I'm definitely not going to stop you. As for inns or hotels--" she gave him a funny look at the mention of his parents not being in town, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards in a small smirk, "I'll grab you a phone directory and you can check under the hospitality section; I'm sure there's something in the area."

With that, Róisín wiped her hands off on her apron and headed behind the bar to pour the young man - young boy? Old man? Fuck, her brain had broke - a glass of red, herself a glass of whiskey, and another beer for the man reading at the bar. It was only fair, after all.

She returned to the bar, one of the glasses balanced precariously in the crook of her arm, and set the beer in front of Mr. Frankenstein, the wine and directory in front of the boy, and she stared sadly into her whiskey. "Cheers," she muttered before tossing it back.

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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 20, 2013 12:22 pm

Walter moved to sit at the bar, pulling his hood back over his shock of black hair. Smiling pleasantly, he saluted with his own glass and tilted it back so the sweet wine ran into his mouth. He closed his eyes and smiled against the brim. It was an odd sight, seeing such a young teenager savoring his wine like an expert; a sight that 'Nellie' would surely notice.
Many thanks, he grinned, when the glass was half-empty. Casually paging through the directory, he kept his eyes on the barmaid, knowing that he couldn't stay anywhere that he'd need to sign a register. Oh dear. It seems all these are too expensive for me. He paused before continuing, exploiting the fact that Roisin had just downed a glass of whiskey in one go. Maybe we can make a deal? I clean all this up for you, and you let me stay in the back rooms for the night. I don't need much to sleep on; I'm used to the floor.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 20, 2013 12:28 pm

The loud man had woken up; broken nosed and disoriented, but he was fine. Helping to his feet, the gray haired friend put his arm over his shoulder. "Remember what I said would happen when you acted stupid?" He was met with grumbles of annoyance. John tried to leave with them, but he was shooed back to his seat by James. "I've got this. You stay here and have some fun." He gave a knowing wink at the last part, only confusing John, as he wasn't entirely sure what he meant by it. Not wanting to argue, he returned to his seat, taking a small sip of the drink as his companions left for their room.

He'd managed to finish the last chapter of the book. Putting it away, he no longer had a way to hide himself. Vulnerable as he felt, it was slightly relieving. He took the cold glass in both hands, condensation wetting his palms. He wasn't really in the mood for it right now, but he needed something to hold now that the book was finished. He should make an appointment with a psychiatrist when he got back to the country; he could swear he had some sort of anxiety disorder.

The child was strange, though he had the feeling they'd met before. Something about the elderly comment of his. It was probably just his imagination. Though he'd like to, he wasn't in much of a position to lecture him on drinking; he'd had a bit too much a few too many times. Confrontation was the last thing he wanted right now, anyway, so he simply tried to ignore it. Strange child, that one.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 20, 2013 12:52 pm

Oh, yes, there was something funny about this boy - Róisín studied him through calm, calculating eyes, resting her chin in her palm as she swished around the remaining swill in her glass. Either the damn stuff wasn't strong enough, or the blood in her veins was made of whiskey now. She set the crystal down on the bar and folded her arms over her chest. "Well, by rights, I have to call the manager and get his approval, given that that sort of thing isn't something this place usually does," Róisín hummed thoughtfully, pressing her lips together. "However, I'm not in the mood for getting bawled out by my manager for calling him at two in the fuckin' morning, so I'll let that slide. There's a staff lounge with a sofa or two, so you can sleep out there, I guess. However, that means I have to stay the night now, too - staff's not allowed to leave while there's patrons still around and, regardless of the situation, you're still considered a patron. I don't exactly want to run the risk of getting fired for letting someone stay the night without the manager's say in the matter, understand?" She stood, removing her waist apron and draping it over the counter as she collected her glass and dumped it in the sink with the others.

The vampiress hummed to herself, scratching the back of her ankle with the toe of her army boot. Her 'spidey senses', for lack of a better explanation, were tingling around this boy, but she passed it off for the time being. Anyway, she didn't want to say anything, not with Mr. Frankenstein around - and, bless him, he'd finally put down his book. Róisín actually smiled at this and shook her head a little, muttering to herself in Gaelic and clucking her tongue against her teeth.

Watching as the other two men left, giving them a pleasant, almost apologetic wave as they went out through the door, Róisín sighed and shifted her weight as she began scrubbing the dishes. Hopefully she wouldn't get in shit for letting the kid stay the night, but there was no way in hell she was making him spend a night out on the street. She'd done that several times in her life, and frankly, there was no way she'd inflict that on someone else, whether they raised the hackles on the back of her neck or not.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 20, 2013 12:59 pm

Walter's eyes widened in appreciation - almost genuine this time. He hadn't expected someone to make such a sacrifice so quickly. Then again, Walter had never had to call upon the hospitality of strangers before.
Thank you, miss..? He would at least learn her name, if she was going to trust him to this extent.
He rose from his seat, leaving the wine on the bartop. Snatching a cloth from a hangar, he went to work scrubbing the surfaces, moving around the pub quickly and efficiently as he stacked mugs and removed gum from under the tables. When he was almost finished with the tables, he paused and looked back at the girl. My name is Walter, by the way. It's nice to meet you. He almost included a 'madame' at the end, but bit down on his tongue to stop himself. Either he would appear too old, or she might take offense.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 20, 2013 1:22 pm

For whatever reason, this boy could clean. By the time he seemed finished, the pub actually looked slightly better than before he'd first seen it. He took another sip from the beer, rubbing his thumbs against the curves of the glass. Without his book to keep his attention, he was actually starting to feel like he might want to interact with other people. He wouldn't know how to begin with either of the people left in the bar with him: One was a child with abnormal cleanliness powers and the other was a kind barmaid who he couldn't seem to produce more than a syllable around (he still questioned why that was). He sighed on the inside, not wanting to make a sound.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 20, 2013 1:41 pm

Looking up from her scrubbing, Róisín smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling pleasantly. "Róisín," she supplied. "Or you can call me Rós; most people tend to go that route, namely because it saves them the embarrassment of butchering the pronunciation and me bawling them out for it."

Then she paused once more, stepping back from the sink and placing her suds-covered hands on her hips. Her eyes were wide as she looked around the pub. It looked cleaner than she had seen it in a long time - not that her cleaning efforts were a general failure, given she had been the head of a household once upon a time - but this? This place looked almost brand new. Róisín turned to Walter. "Damn, son," she said. "Are you looking for a job by any chance? Because I'm sure we could be hiring. Seriously. The Old Man'd love to have you around."

Settling back at the sink, looking around the bar that now looked as though it were brand new - actually, the place probably hadn't even been that clean when it was first opened - and then she settled her focus on Mr. Frankenstein, smiling at him. "Well, since we have all kinds of names floating around and this is your second night here, meaning you're running the risk of two mores visits and becoming a regular, d'you have a name we can call you?" Her smile was warm and gentle. "I've been mentally calling you Mr. Frankenstein since that was what you were reading last night, but it's beginning to lose its charm. I'd much rather an actual name to call you by."

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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 20, 2013 1:48 pm

Walter's eyes connected with Roisin's for a moment at the offer of a job. He shrugged nonchalantly as he put away the cloth, weighing the pros and cons of having a permanent, relatively comfortable place to stay in this hellhole.
I'd love to work here, he said carefully, after a long moment. And if I stay here, I can work for my keep. I might be away occasionally, on...errands.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 20, 2013 2:01 pm

It was odd to see such a young boy being offered a job in a bar, but it wasn't really his business to begin with. Besides, if he cleaned the way he did now, he'd more than earn the right. Why was he even spending time thinking about it? He'd be back home in a week, probably never to see these people again. He was slightly saddened now, but why?

He was shocked out of his thoughts by the barmaid's voice. It took him a few minutes to process the question, a few more to stop stuttering enough to say, "John Smith." He realized how fake the name sounded (mainly because it was), but it was still the closest thing he had to any sort of real name at the moment. He'd at least managed to work up the confidence to look up at her while he spoke. He released his glass, grabbing his pant legs instead; grip it any tighter and it might have smashed, or at least he felt like that.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Sun Jan 20, 2013 7:18 pm

The job comment had been half-joking in nature but, the longer she thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. "I doubt it'd be enough for you to earn 'your keep'," she commented. "given that the old man only wanted someone for twice a month to give the place a good cleaning. And he's a stingy old coot, as well, so it's highly doubtable that he'd let you stay on the premises. So I'd have to set you up with meeting him. I definitely don't do the hiring, but if you're interested in one or two nights a month, I'll definitely put in a good word for you, Walter. Or, if you wanted to look for one in the area, there are several pubs hiring cleaning staff on a more permanent basis." She gestured vaguely towards the world beyond the pub's entrance, sending soap suds flying as she did, water dripping over the counter in front of her. "And I can guarantee you the other spots pay far better than here, and I think one or two of those spots might have rooms they let to their staff. But I'd put in a good word for you there, too, not to worry." Róisín smiled pleasantly, humming to herself as she finished up what was in the dish pan. The song was an old one, one her aunt used to sing while she was working, one Róisín had adopted for herself. Her smile softened a bit as she grabbed a towel to begin drying glasses.

Then, she looked over to Mr. Frankenstein - no, no, John. "Well, John," she said brightly, grinning, "it's nice to have a name to work with!" It seemed like there might be a friendly guy under that shell of his, and maybe she'd be able to chat him out of it. If that didn't scare him away altogether, which it might.

Her mother always did scold her for being so forward that it was unbecoming.

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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Mon Jan 21, 2013 2:50 am

Walter nodded absentmindedly and wrung out his own hands in the sink, before returning to his half-empty glass of red. He wished the crimson liquid was something else entirely, but that would come soon enough; if Millenium was having a meeting, that could only mean bloodshed in the near future.
I don't really care about money, he said after a long moment, hinting that perhaps his parents - 'away on business' - were rich. I just need a safehouse in London, he thought. This one's a vampire - I can smell it. It might be good to stay with someone else who doesn't want a police investigation.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Mon Jan 21, 2013 11:03 am

Trying hard to return the smile, he was forced to pretend to scratch his face, hoping the ever-growing blush wouldn't show past it. It felt good for someone to know his name, though; maybe it was just her, specifically, but for whatever reason, he was happy. He curled his toes inside his shoes, a never habit to try and calm himself. By now, his scratching on both cheeks was going on a bit too long. He wasn't sure of what to do then, since his face was even more red than before. He decided to continue scratching with a serious look on his face, using all the will power his body could conjure to control his blood flow away from his face. It was not working.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Mon Jan 21, 2013 8:28 pm

Money? Not an issue? Róisín would have sold her limbs for that kind of position - one where money didn't matter. She frowned a little, staring at the glasses as water trickled down their sides, and she held one up to the light, inspecting it. Money had been the issue in the first place, at least for her. The vampiress' expression darkened for a moment, lips pressing together until they went white around the edges, before clearing up and she smiled, albeit a bit weaker than before. "Well, if that's no problem," she said, "hand in a résumé some time the week and I'll put in a word or two for you. You'll have no trouble gettin' a position, no worries. He'd be only too happy to take you on."

Patting her hands dry on the back of her jeans, Róisín stepped away from the drying glasses and took her seat behind the bar with a sigh, resting an elbow on the counter and placing her cheek in on top of a loosely clenched fist. She felt exhausted all of a sudden and, for the first time in a while, she felt old, as though all the years she had seen and fought through were finally creeping up on her. For a moment she shut her eyes, sighing a little, and then, when she opened them, she glanced over to John who was still scratching at his cheeks, which were turning an interesting shade of pink.

Róisín grinned at him. God, this guy was precious. But he was going to scratch a trench clean through his cheek if he didn't let up sooner rather than later. Maybe she should mention that to him, but he'd probably turn redder, and that'd just be cruel of her. Damn though, was it ever tempting.

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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Tue Jan 22, 2013 1:36 pm

Walter nodded politely, even hunching his shoulders in what seemed like the start of a bow before he remembered himself and straightened up. There was a slightly troubled look on his face. I need to write down my credentials? I can hardly tell this 'old man' that I've had over 65 years of experience as a butler. What else could he say? He was fourteen in appearance, fifteen or sixteen at a push, without the blights of puberty to mar his skin. What could a boy of his 'age' have accomplished? He supposed he could say his parents owned a successful chain of restaurants, but the old man would probably want to know the name. Walter had never had problems with lying before - firstly, because he'd rarely needed to; and secondly, because the Internet hadn't been invented to check facts with. I'll think of something, he assured himself, relieved that Roisin was now looking away from him. Silently, he approached the sink and scrubbed his own wine glass clean, placing it upside-down beside the others with a flourish.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Wed Jan 23, 2013 2:20 pm

He was forced to stop scratching, as his cheeks were beginning to hurt. Clacking the tips of his shoes together like a child, he stared into his beer, not wanting to drink, but hoping that concentrating on something else would get his body under control. Maybe he'd leave soon; he should probably see what the situation was back at the hotel. He didn't want to leave, though. Being indecisive and, admittedly, a bit pathetic, he chose to sit there and consider. Considering, of course, meant doing nothing until something happened.
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PostSubject: Re: Nellie’s Pub and Eatery [open]   Wed Feb 06, 2013 11:20 am

Walter heard a dull beeping from his pocket. Fishing out his mobile phone, he glanced at the screen and then frowned. A message from Heinrich, inviting him to King's Cross Station to discuss a mission. It seemed only hours since Heinrich had left the pub, and now he was on Deus Ex with the Major? Walter slowly shook his head, placing the phone back in his pocket before leaving without a word. He left money on the counter for his drinks.

>EXIT>
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