"There you go little lady." He said as he handed it over, all smiles as usual.
She smiled, reveling in his accent. It reminded her of home. Or what she thought was home; that time seemed so long ago. "Thank you, sweetie," she said, taking a sip. "Ah, 98.6. You do know how to treat a girl, right."
She swiveled slightly on the barstool. "Do you know if Lorne was listening? I had a small matter to discuss with him." As her eyes scanned the crowd, they collided with a tall, green-eyed blonde as he entered. He ordered a Bloody Mary and glanced at her, looking away again quickly. Still, she couldn't take her eyes off him. He radiated such power.
Suddenly, with a insane smile on his face and the twinkle of madness in his eyes Jester skips through the door like a little school girl trapped in a insane mage's body. He's wearing what was clearly once a straight jacket, but with most of the sleeves torn off and the phrase "some days it's not worth chewing through the straps" crudely spray painted on it in black. His pants seems to me made from stripes of cloth sewn together and his feet are bare and as pale as his face.
As he skips happily towards the bar he waves feverishly to the occupants. As he reaches Benjamin he says in a bad imitation of a female "hello, mister cute bartender! Could i get some" his voice quickly changes into a deep and somewhat demonic tone "ABSINTHE! And none of that sugar crap" once again he changes to his female imitation "just give me the bottle sweetie"
Raquel took advantage of the momentary chaos stirred up by the straight jacket-clad newcomer to slink through the crowd and perch herself at the stranger's side.
"Get all kinds in here, don't they?" she inquired.
She smiled up at him. "How very perceptive of you," she mused. "Don't worry about the hyperactive madman over there. He can't do any harm; sanctuary spell over the whole place," she waved her hands dramatically. "Lorne feels violence is bad for business."
She rested her head in her hand and lost herself in his eyes. "I do apologize for staring, but I can't help it. You just glow."
Post by Declan Clay on Jun 13, 2006 13:59:48 GMT -5
"Usually that means I'm on fire, but I'll take it as a compliment." he said. She definately wasn't all there. Course, not all of her had to be. "Well, since you can't help it, I'll just stare back. I can help it, but there's no way I can look away and then call myself sane."
Swiping the bottle from the hand of the barman he cartwheels through the crowd, the bells in his hair ringing as he does. He looks around, and seeing a pair of shapely legs while in the middle of a rather impressive backflip, decides to check out the women with the pale skin. It's good to find a partner with similar physical traits. He's sure he's read that before, but he can't remember where...
Finding his prey he leaps onto the bar,smoothly sliping into a handstand on it. You just glow "I agree, you have this healthy green glow." he waves his bottle of absinthe in the air, green liquid splashing around in it's glass prison. "you live near a powerplant?"
The jester doffed his cap and bells, And stood the mocking court before; They could not see the bitter smile Behind the painted grin he wore.
"They call me..."he makes mock drumroll" JESTER!" Finish with his introduction he leaps down next to the sexy lady and unscrews the cap on the bottle. With his teeth, for some reason. "and who are you my beautiful lady of of coffin dust?"
The jester doffed his cap and bells, And stood the mocking court before; They could not see the bitter smile Behind the painted grin he wore.
"I am not in the mood for your little tricks," she replied, through gritted teeth. And turning back to her fellow vampire, she smiled pleasantly. "But most people call me Raquel."
totaly oblivious to the hostility in her voice he continues. "what tricks? I don't do tricks. Tricks are for clowns. I do magic!" with a snapping gesture he sends a deck of cards into his hands and starts shuffeling them with expert skill before finishing up by holding them up in a fan, face towards Raquel. "Pick a card"
The jester doffed his cap and bells, And stood the mocking court before; They could not see the bitter smile Behind the painted grin he wore.
"Raquel." he repeated, leaning back. "From Rachel. Means purity. Somehow I don't think that's true for you." he smiled at her. "I'm Declan Clay."
"Declan," she repeated, enjoying the way the name felt on her tongue. "How very lovely to meet you. Welcome to Los Angeles. I trust you had a pleasant trip from England. Somewhere near Yorkshire, from the sound of it."
"Pick a card"
"Pick an exit," she hissed. When it was apparent that the magician wouldn't take no for an answer, she relented. "Fine," she agreed, taking a card.
Post by Declan Clay on Jun 13, 2006 14:29:41 GMT -5
"Declan," she repeated, enjoying the way the name felt on her tongue. "How very lovely to meet you. Welcome to Los Angeles. I trust you had a pleasant trip from England. Somewhere near Yorkshire, from the sound of it."
He nodded as Raquel then picked a card. Definately not all there.