#saints.start

[bigbadraff]

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: cheap thrills 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: approximately 6:30pm, wednesday 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨: anyone

Rafferty had been working at Cheap Thrills since he stepped foot into Saints. It had been his first job in the city and was satisfying enough to be the last. Most of his evenings were spent in the bar serving up drinks of all kinds to humans and supernatural creatures alike, and part of him thought that was the appeal of the job -- working with so many different creatures, getting a scent for them all, figuring them out like so many pieces to a very intricate puzzle.

Wednesdays were for trivia, and tonight was the Jeopardy! challenge. Rafferty always looked forward to watching the residents of Saints participate in such activities, and he enjoyed watching the show in his downtime, too, which made Wednesdays one of his favorite nights to tend bar.

It wasn’t jam-packed or anything, but it was fairly busy with Raff seeing a decent amount of customers as the evening rolled on. Especially as it drew closer to time for the game. There were so many faces, and Raff tried to have a smile for all of them -- tried to serve everyone quickly without making them feel rushed. After cashing out his last customer, he looked up to see someone waiting for his attention. He offered them a crooked grin and approached slinging a hand towel over his shoulder. “What can I get for you?”

[lucxboyce]

Where: Hell Hound Records Who: Open

“Y’know,” Lucas licked his lips as began talking mindlessly aloud to whoever wanted to listen to the tirade he was really about to begin. His nimble fingers flicked through the row of vinyls he was currently browsing. Any one within two feet from him could feel the steam of irritation that came from him, even if the furrow of his brows or the slight tinge of red that dared to peek through his iris weren’t dead giveaways. “I am all for a revival of vinyls and folks wanting to listen to music again, don’t get me wrong.” Still, a scowl curled at the edge of his lips. 

“But, these newbies are out here rushing to sell out the store of new vinyls or even old vintage classics cause they want to be cool but leave nothing for the rest of us.” Finally Lucas lifted his ice blues up to his company, rolling them in annoyance. 

“All I fuckin’ wanted was the Destroyer vinyl and nope, that’s too much to fuckin’ ask cause all these kids buy them out and then leave them to collect dust in the corner of a room and it’s damn crime.” The hellhound all but snarled out and for a second, he could feel the tethering of his temper starting to come undone, a part of him he tried to keep under wraps but certain things, just got under his skin. Shaking his head, Lu sighed and ran a hand through his disheveled hair, eyes curious. “Whatcha listening to?”

[danielxwhitechapel]

Where: Some alley way in Saints, towards the end of daylight Who: Open What:

Saints wasn’t quite so different than other small towns he’s come across in his long - long- life. The only difference was the fact that the supernaturals ran rampant here instead of hiding under the shadows and guise of humanity and normalcy. Or at least, the way most did. What made it better? Hunters were limited to keeping the peace - it tickled him because really? Danny hated hunters as much as the next vampire, but half of his entertainment had come from hunting the ones who hunted him. Still, there was a certain level of freedom that came from not having to hide his nature to the world. 

The Alaskan sun was setting - far earlier than it would have back in the States which provided Danny with the freedom to roam freely along. Ever impatient, Danny waited in an alley for the final rays to disappear over the town. His blue eyes analyzed the last stream of light and he let his fingers dancing along the edge, ignoring the burn that came from his fingertips when the sun burned him. It wasn’t until he saw the smoke arise from his fingers that Danny pulled away and inspected the damage. It’d heal rather quickly - perks of immortality. 

“Pesky thing,” Danny sighed, well aware that he hadn’t been alone even if he had acted like he had been. For a moment, he let himself miss the days he could walk in the sun and enjoy it’s warmth. It had been centuries since he’d been able to do that. “Well, sun’s got about five minutes till it’s gone so that’s how long you have to explain why you’re just standing there like an idiot staring at me.” It was only then that he turned to look at the intruder of his momentary solitude. 

[evilours]

OPEN STARTER   

LOCATION:  ???

           he   was   known   to   be   the      first      to      dive      head      first      into      everything      without      a      single      thought      .      a      sly      smirk      settles      on      his      features      as      he      leans      across      to      elbow      the      other      playfully   

       ‘      your   hand   --   ‘        

            his    eyes    were    entirely    too    focus    on    the      very     tall    ledge    before    them   ,      ‘   no   ,   not   for   that   ‘     tsk    .    he    slightly    smacks    their    hand    away      ,   did   they    think    he    was    implying    to    hold    hands    ?          ‘       your      hands      so      i      can      climb      in      through      that      window   .         ‘

[nvghtborn-a]

location: the black cat cafe who: anyone !

it's overcast today which usually meant an influx of orders. not that jonas was hurting for cash or work but it was a good gig running orders from the local cafe to people's places when the weather got too bad. standing round at the front of the cafe, there's a smile given by one of the baristas when they place a cup of coffee in front of him. something to help with the wait, they'd said.

"thanks again for this, our usual guy is out with a cold or something."

jonas offers that practiced service smile. "no problem at all. I've been meaning to get a hold of your boss and see about making this a full-time arrangement. could be beneficial if she's thinking about expanding to delivery and all on more than the stormy days."

the barista chuckles, offers up a good luck with that he's heard more times than he can count and leaves him to wait. it's only when the door chimes does he look away and over his shoulder with a slight step to the side.

"ah - here let me get our of your way."