[ORP Business] The Sin Bin

[Potandie]

"Go find something to do," Dym grumbled quietly to the smaller vampire next to her, who seemed all too content to spend his time just bugging the s**t out of her. Apparently he had nothing better to do... which was technically true, as there was no one currently in need of a host. That did not mean that she had nothing better to do though. Just look at this place - opening night and there were vampires sprawled out all over the damn place. Velo and Malik were likely prowling around, keeping an eye on things just as she was.

Dym heard a quiet complaint from beside her and settled a side-eyed glare towards the male. With an agitated sigh, she lifted her arm to run her hand through her hair, only to discover he was doing something even more annoying than just chatting her ears off now. "I'll count to three, and then I'm going to hit you."



It really wasn't his fault that he was so bored. Christabel wasn't around to chat with, the bartenders were busy, and he had no flirting to be done. "Blame Chris, she took the night off." The shorter vampire shrugged his shoulders and heaved a sigh, trying his best to give Dym puppy eyes that he damn well knew didn't work on her. Heart of stone, this one. Orpheus was bored out of his mind but he abruptly found something fun to do. When Dym lifted her arm, he grabbed hold and tucked his feet up off the ground, hanging by her strength alone. Whee! The fun lasted all of two seconds before he was receiving a threat. Not entirely convinced he believed she'd do anything, he narrowed his eyes at her and began to swing himself just a little. "One...."

Oh, ********. He heard it in her voice; she was definitely going to hit him if he didn't listen. And don't think that he didn't catch the way her eye twitched. With a huff, he puffed out his cheeks and set his feet back to the ground. "Fine, fine. I'll go waste away in some dark, lonely, forgotten corner." With that, he was slinking away from her as quickly as he could.

(Dym & Orpheus are now open for interactions~)  

[Rinial Sisterdragon]

You have this Zee, you are totally fine, and you will absolutely do fine on your first day. He'd been told to show up a couple of hours after sundown, and he was so far on time unless someone had told him the wrong time, which was a worry, he approached the back door and smiled as he scooted into the building. He wasn't sure how he'd been roped into wearing the outfit for work, but he was not going to back out now. He sighed for a moment, popped open a locker in the back, and put his side bag as well as his long coat into the small enclosure. He took a deep steadying breath as he closed the door to the locker.

The change from the worried and somewhat shy-looking vampire was almost instant as he turned around and confidently strolled out the door, his thin mesh top hanging off one shoulder, tempting many as he smiled at the patrons, the hot pants also leaving little to the imagination along with the long legs encased in sensual nylons. His tail gently swayed behind him as he moved to see if there were tables that needed orders filled. He purred cutely as patrons began to shower him with compliments, making sure to keep himself just out of arms reach as he took orders, keeping the list of his first table in mind, he made his way back to the bar, reciting the orders like he'd known the menu by heart for years, "Three lime jello shots, two white Russians, and a double of vodka, no ice, squeeze of lemon." As he waited on the order to be filled, he glanced around, wondering who was around tonight, he spotted the Graverobbers drinking it up and held back the squeak of his fanboy nature. Then spotted a few other faces, including Dym, who he'd seen but not actually spoken to. He watched for a moment as a much shorter vampire seemed to annoy her, but he was pulled back to the drink slinger as his order hit the bartop.

Setting up his tray, he made his way back to the table he'd taken the orders for, walking as though he owned the place, but ensuring he avoided any grabby hands on the way. He was after all, fresh meat, but getting his bearings was something he'd perfected with the jobs he'd taken as a mortal, Just keep smiling, Zee, you'll be fine. Was all he could think to himself as he began serving the table that was more than a little rowdy.  

[Darkness and Wings]

Ceres walks up to the entrance cautiously. He and his sister are alike, and in many ways like their parents. However there's one big secret he and his sister have, a big reason they're different from their parents. Only she(sister) knows their secret. To his knowledge he's yet to meet anyone like him. But then... that's why he's here. Something is drawing him here, drawing him to move farther and farther; until he ends up deep inside. Something feels right about being here. He knows no one, and yet there's a sensation all around. Something deep in his gut tells him he's found some kindred spirits. He says nothing however, sitting at the bar taking it all in for now.  

[Seussi]

Well, this night was already turning into a total shitfest, and though Odin was reasonably sure he had nobody to blame but himself, he'd still rather blame somebody else.

Setting out from HQ had been fine. As loathe as he was to be following orders from the sheriff of all vampires, this member of the Pound Puppies would at least do whatever their leader, Gramsi, told them to do. And right now? That seemed to be to follow the orders of the blasted sheriff. <******** that Odin didn't particularly like the silvery-haired Brujah Elder, given the fact that he was far too clean and pretty to be trusted, he was also fairly certain that something had gone on between him and Gramsci, and that something, which he did not want to think too deeply about, made his hackles raise and fired up a wave of seething anger deep in the pits of his very being.

Anyways. That didn't matter anymore (except it totally did). Odin was fine (he definitely wasn't). And he would never let something like this get under his skin and completely distract him (HA, he could be distracted by literally anything). He most certainly hadn't let himself fall further and further behind from the group as they made their way to the Sin Bin, and he would never be so stupid as to abandon the group completely to go release some pent-up anger on some total stranger in a nearby alley that he had beaten into a nearly bloody pulp.

Nope. Not Odin. He was a calm and rational boy.

Needless to say, by the time he had arrived at the Sin Bin, Micky, Gramsci, and the rest of the gang had already long disappeared inside. Upon entering the building, he was given a once over, his bloodied knuckles raising some eyebrows, and was ostensibly denied entry because he looked like "a troublemaker."

Luckily, Odin was pretty adept at getting people to relent. All he had to do was explain who he was here with and then follow that up with the song of his people for around 30 seconds before the guy monitoring the entrance relented and decided to let him in.

And so, finally, the late member of the Pound Puppies had arrived. It only took him a moment to figure out where the others were, his keen eyesight and nose doing most of the work for him. Making his way toward the bar, his mismatched eyes honed in on Darling and Snootch near the dancefloor, and he offered the two of them a wicked grin and a wave before he sauntered his way over to the bar itself, giving Biscuit, who was a little ways off, a nod, and offered Ellie a quick wink.

But it was Gramsci who he sidled up next to, noticing that the object of his ire, Micky, was nowhere to be seen.

Good.

"Did I hear you callin' for me?" He grinned, flashing sharp teeth. "Sorry, boss. Got a little sidetracked."

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[Yayoi]

Gramsci heard him before he saw him, an ear swiveling towards the sound of howling at the door of the club. “Ah, there he is.” He let out a small sigh and shook his head, taking another long drink of his beer.

Odin had been moodier than usual lately. The Pound Puppy’s Leader had no clue if the other Gangrel was upset about what went on between him and the Sheriff. A good time was what. But if Odin knew he didn’t say anything about it.

Brown eyes turned to look past the glass held up to his mouth as Odin finally reached the bar. The male noting the bloody knuckles. Either he got into a fight along the way or he was punching walls. Either way. Settling his glass down, a fanged smirk came to his lips as he titled his head just slightly to regard the other Gangrel. “Yea, I was just wonder in’ where the ******** you were at. Not like you to wander off.” He took another sip of his drink. “What’s with you anyway?” Gramsci had a nose for when his pack members were upset and all the signs were there with Odin. He may have tried to hide it the best he could but the male knew better.

He waved down a bartender, lifting two fingers and soon they returned with two beers. Gramsci taking one for himself and sliding the second towards Odin. “Sit down and relax would ya. The Sheriff of just off talking to someone I don’t suspect we’ll be here for very long.”

Seussi