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[the-rhodes-to-hell]

Beat The Devil's Tattoo || Open

The pencil tapped rapidly against the open book as Jordan stared without seeing the numbers. Expenses, expenditures, foods, liquors, sugar laden drinks, cutlery, tableware, blah blah blah. If he'd been a lesser creature he would have dropped his head onto the table and groaned, damning his boredom and the crackling chatter that wound through Paisano's. Normally he found a measure of entertainment in watching the humans, keeping an ear out for any information that could benefit him and his kind. Tonight, however, he found himself with an itch that he couldn't scratch. Snapping the notebook shut with a growl, he ran a hand over his face. 

[your-mf-conscience]

Counting Stars // Open

It had been a bit since Andre had been in his apartment. The entire building still smelled like cleaner and he loathed it since all it reminded him was of his time down in the god forsaken basement. He had to open all of those windows to get any fresh air. Well, as fresh as New York would allow. Sitting on his couch with a fitness magazine in his hands, he relaxed and tried to think of what to do for the day. He could go out...or he could just stay right here. Who knew. Maybe someone would pay him a surprise visit or even call him to ask him to go out. Either way, his home was quiet and he needed it right then and there.

[voice-symphony]

I am so glad to be home... // Open

[your-mf-conscience]

I don't know about you... //Open

But I am so fuckin' glad to be back at work.

[your-mf-conscience]

I really don't like hotels... // Open

((He said, sitting in the lobby of the hotel that the residents of the CitySpire were sent. All it did was bring up bad memories, especially ones from over a decade ago...))

[thedamon-smith]

Drinking Games || Open

Damon slipped out from under Molly as she slept soundly next to him. He couldn't sleep and wouldn't be able to for awhile. After the events of the day, he was still riding a high. He looked down at her with a smile before rubbing his face and standing. A chill went down his back as he stretched in the dark room. Slipping on the pants that he "borrowed" from his brother, he walked out of his room and closed the door behind him careful not to disturb the sleeping beauty on the other side. 

He made his way downstairs quietly hoping not to draw too much attention from the more needy new Second Gens. Chewing his lip, Damon walked to the bar and inspected the damage. A lot of the good stuff was gone or nearly so, and he planned on having more than one glass. Thinking for a moment, he remembered back to their after party after destroying the power plant and went to the cabinet where Vincent had pulled out reinforcements. "Good man," Damon whispered with a smirk pulling out two bottles. 

Walking over to a table, he placed the bottles down and took a seat. Damon leaned back into the chair, opened the first, and took a big swig. He raised his eyes as he heard someone approach. "Enjoying your evening?" 

[rachelxteer]

"Oh shoot!"

[lanabeaumont]

Cheaper than a Therapist || [Open]

As the scene began to die down, Lana noticed a patron sitting alone at the end of the bar, scribbling something down on a napkin. While this wasn’t a rare occurrence, she knew she had seen them with some friends not thirty minutes earlier. The energy they were putting off was particularly melancholy, and she just couldn’t let it be.

Once she finished mixing a specialty cocktail for one of the other customers, Lana glided across the bar and stood before the loner.

"Can I getcha a refill, hon?"