#blooddrinkingbartender

[theotherrookie]

Tragedy had struck once again. After weeks of fruitful work and excellent results, Rook had been forced out of her guarded campsite and back among civilization. She was usually able to put up with it long enough to gather supplies, but she was already looking quite drained and miserable.

Though there was some light at the end of the tunnel. Her work had brought her to Galar once more and right at the same time as Russell. Rook enjoyed his company and supposed she would be fine while she waited for him to be done. The nice thing about Ballonlea, other than the beautiful forest, was the presence of a lovely bakery. A quiet spot full of sweets actually wasn't that bad.

She would be fine as long as nobody tried talking to her. Hopefully, with her notes spread out in front of her, she definitely looked busy enough. The Houndoom resting its head on her leg should have been even more of a motivation to leave them be.

"Are you hungry, Thea? I'll get you something in a bit."

Thea growled softly and nuzzled her leg in appreciation.

@blooddrinkingbartender

[schattenmagier]

@blooddrinkingbartender from X

She has not expected to see the vampire this tiny when visiting him. But she had also not expected to see Bill as a cat back then. At least now he didn't needed to convince her that it was him. Still, Lilli laughs at the sight of Bill using his shadow tentacles like that. A swing! How did she never thought of that?

" I could certainly say zhat, heh. Vith your affinity to blood, I also could call you a mosquito now, eh? ... A handome mosquito of course! "

Lilli jokes around while getting closer to look at him a little more closely. Okay, he was bigger than a bug, but she just couldn't keep that little jab in. The mage then holds her hand out for the barkeeper to hop on if he desired so.

" Seems like I need to call our favorite good boy again for help, huh~? Because how am I suppose to kiss my handsome boyfriend vhile he is miniature size~? Heh. "

Then a smirk slowly sneeks onto her face.

" Let's just hope Antonio isn't around. I don't vant him to mistake you for a mouse~ "

She couldn't hold that joke back either.

[miidnighters-a]

@blooddrinkingbartender | liked

Billie’s had so many of her pretty pink drinks tonight. Like, so many. She should be thinking about feeding, but instead she’s been sitting at the bar, watching people come and go, and occasionally flirt with her.

Recently, she’s noticed one pair of eyes landing on her more often than not. One of the other patrons, probably. Studiously, though, the vampire is ignoring those eyes in favour of smiling prettily at the bartender, pushing her empty glass towards him.

"Another, please?"

[we-the-witch]

[closed starter for @blooddrinkingbartender]

Galaxy wasn't the one to go to bars often, especially not when they had so little money. But the stress of trying to make ends meet was starting to get even to her and the abandoned train yard was cold and lonely, especially during the evening. She had made a smaller fire in the stove before leaving, to let Laila have something to keep her warm, but that did little to help the woman.

At least the bar she was in kept the cold out. It was warm enough to make her take off the old leather jacket and even older woolen sweater she came in with. She knew how to make a drink last, so even the one glass she bought with the little money they had was enough.

But she talked to nobody all evening, when otherwise she would have attempted to find a companion for the night. She simply didn't have the energy or mental capacity to, opting to simply stay at the bar quietly and make sure nobody drugged her drink or rob her of the little she had.

She was lost in thought of nothing in peculiar for a long time, being pulled out from that train only by the absence of sound of other customers. That's when she looked around to find the bar empty, and a glance at the clock revealed how late it was

"Ah- Goodness gracious, I 'ave lost track of time- I dinae' mean to hold ya so late" she apologized before she even saw the bartender that served her drink, which she still had about half of. Even though she came in very late, she had been around for a much longer time than just one drink would hold.

[wolves-of-etoile]

Closed starter for @blooddrinkingbartender (Leofric)

Once more diving into the rabbit hole of his investigations, David this time reached out to Leofric. Truly, he had a choice of a 'Leofric' and 'Bill'. But if the two were friends, then contacting one might bring the other into the picture as well -- but that was fine with David.

Drawing up the contact information give to him by Antonio, he sent off a text:

[📱] Hello, my name is David Weiss. I'm an acquaintance of Antonio. He said that you might be able to help me with a small matter involving two magical kittens we unknowing adopted. They're not dangerous, afaik, but I have lots of questions. I'm a school teacher, new to Endlebridge. And I'd be happy to meet with you at your convenience. Thank you.

David usually had no shyness about contacting someone out of the blue, but he could see why this would be awkward. Setting his phone down, he scritched Star's little head and then went back to grading papers.

[kingedbishop]

@blooddrinkingbartender liked for a starter

Bishop's line of work was very demanding. In order to establish solid defenses, he required careful planning of his resources. And to achieve so, he needed knowledge.

But that didn't mean he had to like it. Establishing a base in the city was turning out to be quite the liability. It simply couldn't go five minutes without something strange occurring and the only way to make sense of it was to venture out and find out what the hell was going on himself.

So there he was, standing outsidd The Falling Star. He hadn't been to a club since, well, ever. This whole mission was definitely going to be miserable from start to finish.

Bishop kept sulking to himself about the perspective of spending the night socializing as he made his way inside.

Needless to say, he looked awfully out of place wearing a suit and shades when it was dark outside, but he hardly cared as he quietly studied his surroundings. His sources said this place was popular among the freaks living in the area. He had to confirm he wasn't at risk of bumping into the ones he had already antagonized before bothering the others.

[amused-bouche]

@blooddrinkingbartender for Bill + Wylan

Wylan made his way over to the bar to get a drink. He wanted a little something to wind down after his set. Vesper was already off socializing with anyone who had come to see the show, but the witch was quite a bit different than his fae band mate, needing a little time to himself, or at least, not fully immersed in a crowd.

He was happy enough that everyone seemed to enjoy the small show and what they had to offer. Beyond The Veil wasn't a well known band by any means, but they were well on their way to becoming a decent indie band with a small but enthusiastic following of fans.

"Ah... Can I get a gin and tonic with lime... please?" He asked the bartender as politely as possible- managing a small smile, his voice was a whole lot softer than what he used on stage. He was far quieter and much more introverted than his stage persona might suggest. "Thanks."

He leaned against the counter, pushing his longer hair behind his ears and out of his face, trying to tame it as best he could. It had to look a mess after all his head shaking and moving around on stage. Eventually he gave up, resting his chin in one of his hands. Oh well.

[tooth--ache]

[ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away." . -- for @blooddrinkingbartender's Leofric

Well, the growling from the black curly-furred horse-sized dog probably translates to that as it stands in front of Howard. It leaves burning paw prints on the ground below, and the temperature dips to freezing levels as it then barks, giving the stranger a chance to back off before a possible attack.

Sometimes you wish for something hard enough and you get it all. Then one of two things is triggered, sometimes both:

Murphy's Law : Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

Monkey's paw: A situation in which a wish or desire has been fulfilled, but at significant cost or with ironic, usually unfavourable consequences.

He'd been running his mouth all around town, hadn't he? About how he thinks it'd be so bloooody cool to meet up with The Black Shuck™ of the legends. Something like a mascot, he said to Bill or Russell or both at some point. We were from the same manor, the Fens, ohhhh Howard this should be a lesson learnt. If you're alive by the time it was done with you.

Howard wished he had something to grip on as the cryptid barked. He wouldn't say he was cacking it just yet, but he was veeerrry close to it. It didn't help that he was dripping in fresh blood. Russell had warned him that the dog had taken on a guardian role for the city, and look how he presented himself to the Old Shuck.

"I mean thee no harm, Old Shuck, I was but passing by," Howard nervously announced, taking a step back. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. Sticky blood matted into the fibres. He was out of practice, but the more he spoke, the more his natural accent returned to him, in the hopes that it would appeal to its mercy. "I was set upon by men that would do me mischief. I must needs confess I have hurt them, yet are they still alive."

While it seems to Howard that the old dog was protecting him, Howard was far, far from the innocent passer-by himself.

"That right there's nothing but trouble you're protecting," the stranger clutched his wound. It seemed to have been bitten out of him, from nobody else other than Howard.

"It's been nosing about our business, skulking about our homes. Not even from around here. Leave it to us to deal with." Whatever Howard had done was so grave that he would negotiate it out of the maw of god itself if he has to. He held aloft his silver dagger.

"Before it comes again and prey on our women and children, I must kill him. Leave the vampire be. We're not your enemy -- HE is."