[IC] TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

[SkeletonShadow]

Willow turns to Clay, "Well then what should I be drinking Mr. Know-it-all?" she asks teasing him. @Dark Light

[Dark Light]

@SkeletonShadow Clay pours a decent splash of his bottle into the mug that was set aside for him and slides it down Willows way. "It'll put hairs on ya chest" he jokes flatly. What clay considered as one of the many curses of his Lycanthropy was the difficulty in which it took for him to get drunk. So over the years he had developed a taste for drinks heavy on the 'high alcohol content' side of the scales.

[SkeletonShadow]

Willow giggles, "You sure about that?" she asked, picking up the mug. She smelled it and swirled it around, looking at it. Her hair turned a yellow color as she downed the small bit she was given.

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Sophia

One of the Virtues of not being puritanical about sex is not feeling embarrassed after.

Current Attire
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Location
At the bar

Sophia emerged from her room almost two days later, wearing a black lace cocktail dress that hugged her curves with nude stilettos. Her makeup matched the nude persona along with brunette hair that fell in wavy locks along her collar bone and shoulders. Her beautiful green gaze caught sight of Dorian, entering Alex's room. @Dark Light Interesting. He never made house calls. Perhaps he was sleeping with her. A slight twinge of...jealousy? Yes. It was the little green monster that rose up inside her and had decided to visit. Although, Sophia had no right to be jealous over such a matter. Dorian was such a courteous host for his patrons and employees. Companion training had enforced the ruling that is was unladylike-like to be upset over such a trivial matter. She wasn't interested in him. Besides, in her line of work, it was nearly impossible to maintain a productive relationship. She smiled at him, and nodded in acknowledgment, before casually brushing her bangs from her left eye and walked from the hallway towards the upstairs common room. Nothing but the swish of her lace dress and the sound of her heels could be heard.

She descended down the stairs, her heels clipping softly on the wooden staircase. Upon entering the bar, she waltzed elegantly to the bar and ordered her favorite glass of wine, a Bollinger Grande Année Rosé 1999, for which she would pay a pretty penny for. Naturally, she could afford it after her last guest. @Snarfulblast Smiling at Snarf, she requested the bottle to be chilled on ice before he opened it. As he retrieved the ancient bottle from the wine cellar, she took note of the activity of the tavern. The employees were busy assisting the customers. @IcePezz Charlotte was entertaining a handsome fellow, @Wraithblade6 who appeared to be a vampire? Sophia assumed this by the blood cocktail that he was indulging upon. The jolly flip flopped gentleman@Billsomething, Cash, was playing a round of Texas Hold Em with someone she didn't recognize.

Lastly, she overheard the handsome Lycan taunting her beloved Willow into drinking something on the stronger side. @SkeletonShadow @Dark Light Snarf returned with her bottle and poured a glass. She slowly took a sip, savoring the unique flavor of the wine. It truly was delicious. Green eyes observed the Lycan from her position at the bar, who appeared to dress as the ancient Vikings race and could play a role of the old television show as Ragnar Lothbroke. She smiled at that thought. She watched as he pushed the everclear equivalent drink towards Willow.

Sophia stood quickly and walked towards Willow and Clay, her heels clicking swiftly as she closed the distance. Kind eyes glanced towards Willow. "I'd be careful if I were you." She smiled as she sat next to her young friend, then reached out to touch her arm in concern. "Those drinks are meant for individuals who are very tolerant to alcohol." She then looked at Clay, her green eyes illuminating with a seductive warning. She genuinely was looking out for Willow.

"You want me?
I walk down the hallway
You're lucky
The bedroom's my runway."

[Dark Light]

Dorian: (prior to entering Alex's room)
Having noticed she was upset Dorian stood ready to enter Alex's room, slipping the keys back into his shirt he suddenly felt it, that familiar yearning, the spiteful twist of fate, the teasing suppressed hunger.

The first thing he noticed were those legs, his eyes slowly crawled up them much in the manner he himself would like to. The dress was one he hadn't seen before, undoubtable sophistication and class made from an alluring fine black lace. Then there were those damn eyes, on a better day he would avoid them but he could feel their pull and fell prey to the their deep green depths.

It had been two days since Dorian had seen Sophia, in that time his frequency of traversing the lavish hall out side his office and her room had increased. Although he would deny his hidden concern by finding reason for such trips, not that he needed one.

Unsure if it was the absence of her sight, her new outfit or if simply those lost days had done her good (the thought was accompanied by some strange feelings) but she seemed even more beautiful and enticing then before.

So much passion and conflicting emotion stirred beneath the skin, and that's where it all remained. What seemed like a lengthy moment was over in a second and with an expressionless nod, giving nothing at all, Dorian vanished into Alex's room.

Clay:
Clays senses were sharp and his reflexes sharper. His head snapped to Sophia's direction at the slightest hint of her presence. His lips instinctively began to curl into a snarl until he regained control and composure. The man was still on edge, there was still a wild madness in his eyes yearning to be free, he was balanced delicately between reason and a consuming pit of insanity.

However the sight of such a woman awoke a new primal instinct from within. His grin and gaze grows more predatory in nature as he takes that glowing green gaze as an invitation to approach her.

"Willow, who is your delightful friend?" He asks, his words roll out slow and sensually, eyes permanently locked with Sophia's. As he stops before the two lady's he reaches out and tops up Willows mug with the very ale Sophia warned her about. "She's a big girl," he softly says with a hint of challenging defiance.
@CandiBarr@SkeletonShadow

[SkeletonShadow]

Willow had downed the drink without a problem, and she rolled her eyes at Clay. Though she turned to Sophia and smiled, "Hey there, I haven't seen you around that much lately." She turned back to Clay, giggling, "That is Sophia, now can you tell me what that drink was?" She said licking her lips. Her hair changed into a soft forest green color with red poking out now and then. @Dark Light @CandiBarr

[Billsomething]

@SkeletonShadow Cash looked away from his second serving of dwarf toss and stared at Willow "I think you should slow down there love and listen to Sophia" he said before taking long drag from his cancer stick and speaking of Sophia "And i think i never introduced myself for i believe i would remember someone so.." cash tried to think of a word that wouldn't make him sound like a complete ass "exquisite" he said all the while checking her out but something about her was rubbing him the wrong way perhaps he was being paranoid @CandiBarr

Andre sat down at the bar besides clay he then placed his rucksack full of his earnings down on the floor beside his feet "Yuu Luuk liksh sumeune whu Cuuld give me Guud Figsht" he said to Clay "I ish Andre" @Dark Light

[SkeletonShadow]

Willow shakes her head, "I can handle my drinks," she smiled reassuringly, "All of you can stop being worry warts, I can take care of myself." @CandiBarr @Billsomething

[Snarfulblast]

@SkeletonShadowSnarf bursts out laughing,"Aw the wee lass is growing up.But if ye can handle yer drink then how bout a wee contest between me an you." Snarf pulls out a bottle of scotch and a small tower of shot glasses.

[SkeletonShadow]

Willow giggles, "You are so on!" she declares, her hair turning a silverly purple. @Snarfulblast

[Billsomething]

@Snarfulblast Both Andre and Cash quickly shot up there hands at the mention of a drinking contest, Cash looked at Andre and said "We both will be joining in this little game of your barkeep"

[Snarfulblast]

@Billsomething@SkeletonShadowSnarf pours the scotch into forty shot glasses,"Ten shots each. Can ye beat a dwarf at a game he was born te do. We take one shot at a time alternating from me to you, until one of us drops or finishes all twenty of our shots."

[SkeletonShadow]

"Sounds good!" Willow says, totally prepared. @Snarfulblast @Billsomething

[Billsomething]

@Snarfulblast "Your on!" Cash say then grabs his first shot and chugs it down, then slams down on the table "Your turn" and looks at Andre who proceeds to do just as Cash "Dune" and slams down the shot glass which caused him to accidentally break the glass "Surri"

[Dark Light]

It didn't matter what words the halfbreed spoke in his broken accent, they were an intrusion, an insult, an annoyance. Before the word 'fight' had even reached his ear Clay's hand was a tight fist, there was a sick excitement in his dilated pupils and his weight had already began shifting...

Clay liked to drink fight and fuck, all in that order, and he had been drinking for most the day now.
He took one last deep swig emptying the bottle into his mouth then...
The a glass shattered and a small shard stuck in clays leg.
Clay Snapped...
And the rest was a sudden unwarranted violent flurry...

With a sharp left twist his right hand came plummeting from around his body straight at the fighters face, that was instantly followed by a viscous downward slash with the bottle in his left hand, aiming to smash it over the creatures head.

He finishes the hat-trick with a dazzling malevolent display as a lit lighter appears in his hand. He firmly sprays the highly volatile liquid that he had stored in his mouth over the delicate little flame causing it to suddenly explode into a bright dazzling torrent of flame, lighting up the tavern in a splendid flash as it burst towards his opponent.

Clay would be left standing there, panting, arms wide, left foot forward, the remains of the bottle held pointing towards the half orc. A subtle growling sound stirring in the back of his throat and a sick empty excitement in his eyes. There was the thrill and rush that other fighters got but there was also an unhidden wild malevolence. He wanted to hurt him.

[SkeletonShadow]

Willow had tossed back one of the shots when Clay flipped out, she turned to him, her hair going stark white, "Hey, come on there, can't this wait until after the drinking game?" She asks, her face bare from her usual smile and the air around her a prickling dark mess. @Dark Light

[Snarfulblast]

@SkeletonShadow@Billsomething@CandiBarr"Cash,Willow, and Sophia, I would back the fuck up, right now." Snarf's usual happy mood has been replaced with that of fear and concern.

[Billsomething]

@Dark Light Andre was knocked out of his chair from Clay's hit, quickly stood up and as did so the heart scarab attached to his heart began discharging electricity through Andre's arms causing his metallic knuckles to crackle with electricity.

Andre shot his arms up to guard himself from Clay's bottle, the bottle broke on impact so Andre quickly delivered a left hook towards Clay chin "Yuu seesh theshe scahrs buyu, ahs gut theshe scahrs frum Bahttling tuugher stuff thahn yuu" when he finished he felt himself being sprayed with some kind of liquid then saw clay holding a lit-lighter which caused the liquid to light up in flames and Andre in turn, who grinned "Su yuu wahnnah fight dirty Buyu thahn letsh fight dirty!!" Andre who was still on fire grabbed the trey full of shot glass and threw it at clay

[SkeletonShadow]

Willow glares at them, but stays where she is, "You two best be thinking about taking that outside," she warns, looking pretty damn deadly for who she is. @Billsomething @Dark Light

[Dark Light]

@Billsomething Clay wore the static charged hook, he shakes it off "this is part of the game" he tells Willow as the tray of drinks comes flying at him. "Let me add some more" he roars referring to the scars as he bats the tray away and lunges at Andre with the remains of the bottle. @SkeletonShadow