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| Scene Title | Irish Car Bombs |
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| Synopsis | Isis is in a fun, social mood when she comes across the 'Double Threat' Nicolas. |
| Date | August 27, 2009 |
Old Lucy's has a vibrant and lively feel to it, from the dark wooden floors to the shady crimson walls lit up by neon lights and many times, the flashing of cameras from the oft-crowded floor. The mirror behind the bar reflects prices of various drinks, bottles lined up, as well as the entire saloon as seen from the bartenders; bolted-down stools line the other side, and there are loose tables and chairs placed all around, though many times they find themselves pushed back for more space within the center of the saloon. A few speakers are placed at strategic places and around a raised stage to the far corner from the bar. Above the counter, an obviously well-used bar is hung; it is this that the girls working will use should there be dancing, which is one reason many patrons choose to come aside from the drinks. Across the bar and near the back, there is a door that leads to the owner's office and just inside a stairwell that leads a apartment on the floor above the bar.
Nicolas pushes open the door leading into Old Lucy's and pauses a moment as he looks around the room, closing the door behind him. He moves towards the bar, sliding onto one of the stools, resting his forearms on the bar top as he scans over the place with a slight smile playing on his lips.
For her part, Isis has already gotten a headstart on enjoying the evening, her new body, and her fake ID. The redhead is up atop the bar,having been pulled up to dance with one of the female bartenders. She lets out a bright, warm laugh and flashes her partner in crime a grin before exusing herself with a wink.
Isis slips down off the bar with a little grunt, carefully balancing her glass between slender fingers before bringing the White Russian to her lips, looking towards the room over the brim of her glass.
It's there and then she finds herself standing by Nicolas. "Hey," she offers casually, tipping her glass in an absent, but nonetheless friendly, salute.
Nicolas watches the girls dance on the bar for a few moments before one of the bartenders that are not dancing arrives to take his drink order. "Irish Car Bomb, a shot of whatever and a beer." He says to the woman before his attention turns back to the women on the bar. As they finish, he looks around the room once again before the voice of the woman catches his attention. He turns to see Isis, looking her over for a moment and smiling brightly. "Hey there." He says with a slight nod of his head.
Isis's hazel gaze, that tends towards a more vibrant green given her vivacious mood, follows after the bartender that aims to fix Nicolas's drinks. The redhead lofts a brow and allows her lips to tilt into a approving smirk, as the drinks are returned. "You've got good taste," she notes with a subtle gesture towards the Irish Car Bomb, which is drifts fluidly into a gesture to indicate she'd like the same from the bartender.
In the time she waits for her drink to return, she turns back to Nicolas, brushing a few sunny-garnet strands from her features and holding a hand out towards the man. "Joanne," she offers easily. "Jo, for short."
Nicolas looks to his drinks as it arrives and pays for his drinks. He looks back to the woman and smiles. "Thanks. This is how I always start off the night. Car Bomb, shot and then stick to beer." He says with a slight chuckle before he looks towards the woman again and takes her hand in his, gripping it lightly. "Nicolas. Nick or Nico for short." He says with a smile, looking into her eyes.
The redhead's grip is perhaps a smidgen too strong for what is expected of most women. What's more interesting about it, however, is the curious, fluttering sensation the grip inspires. Already a few drinks in, her control over her natural ability wavers enough to leave one's stomach wavering slightly - though one could possibly attribute the 'butterflies' to something different entirely.
Her gaze doesn't waver, but is embellished by the draw of her mischeviously sweet smile as she releases the man's hand, halting the uneasy sensations, and claims her own newly delivered drink. "Kind of man that get's straight to work," she comments with a chuckle. "You won't hear a complaint from me." She drops the shot into the tall glass of Guiness, taking but a moment to lift the Car Bomb in cheers, before beginning to chug back the concoction.
Nicolas chuckles as he nods. "Well, anything worth doing is worth doing right." He says before he lifts the shot over the pint of Guiness before he drops it in along with the woman before he lifts the glass in cheers with her before he chugs it down. He continues to drink it before he drains the last of the liquid before he sets the glass down and moves onto the shot, tossing it back. He sets the shotglass down and takes a deep breath. "That's good."
Bright, emerald-hazel gaze watch Nico from the corner as the pair chug back the mix in tandem. Isis sets her glass down, stealing a relived breath before finding a warm laugh. She pushes the empty cup away in exchange for her original White Russian, only to turn around and rest her elbows on the ledge of the bar behind her. "So, Nico, what brings you out tonight?" she inquires with a subtly lofted, thin brow and a tilted smile.
Nicolas picks up his beer before he takes a drink and looks back to the woman. "Actually, I just got back into town and decided to come back to visit some of my old haunts." He says before he takes another drink and sets the glass down. "What about you?"
"Go anywhere fun?" the redhead asks. Within moments of meeting, it's clear that she's too curious for her own good. She gives a shrug when the question is rebounded back upon her. "Eh. Needed a night out. Felt like I'd been locked up in my house for days," she replies with a smirk. "Gotta start work again soon and figured I should get in some fun while I'm still free."
Nicolas nods his head. "Vegas actually. Check up on the folks." He says before he looks at her, running his fingers along the rim of his beer bottle. He listens to her, smiling at her voice. "Well, unless you got unending income or a decent set of skills, I guess a job would be needed." He says before he takes a long pull of his beer. "I guess I should try to find a job myself."
"Vegas," Isis repeats with a lilt of interest. "Definitely on one of my top places to visit," she adds with a grin. She turns and pulls herself up onto the nearest barstool, hooking the heels of her tall, black boots into the higher rung and resting her elbows upon her knees. "I work over a Biddy's. You should stop in some time." Her grin seems to set her vibrant eyes from green to a brighter azure. "What sort of work are you looking for?" she asks, canting her head to the side like a curious feline until a few wild streams of golden-garnet dance across her features.
Nicolas nods his head. "It's a nice place if you don't mind all the sins." He says with a slight smirk. "Born and raised there." He says as he takes a drink from his beer. "I'm sure you'll see me there, for sure." He says as he looks over her form once more. "Well, I use to do freelance security consultation for corps. Test their internet security and all, so something along those lines would be nice."
The glance offered along her frame does not go missed, and even inspires a devilishly sweet smirk to draw to the redhead's pale lips. "Vegas boy coming to visit the bar," she notes on pleasantly airy, alto tones. "You're going to be trouble, I can tell."
The grin that is quickly become affixed to her fine features is covered momentarily by another sip from her glass before it's emptied and pushed aside. "A computer boy, too?" Her own gaze roams the man's form with a bit more appreciation than it had initially. "You mean there are brains in there, too?" She lifts a hand and fans herself theatrically before chuckling lightly.
Nicolas chuckles softly. "Well, only time will tell." He says before he takes a long pull from his beer and glances at the bottle to see how much is left. He looks back up at her and nods at her surprise that he's smart. "Just because I look good, doesn't mean that I can't be smart too. I'm just a double threat." He says with a slight smirk.
Isis leans back with a grin, holding up an empty palm in a show of surrender. "Sorry," she quips in a playful, sing-song tone. She leans in, though, bringing a teasingly conspiratorial air to their exchange. "Careful there. Don't let it feed your ego too much…" She rolls forward then, pulling up to her feet. A quick pat of her hand to the bar leaves a small slip of paper in its wake, her number written on a book of matches. "I should get going," she notes, pinching up the book and holding it out towards Nico. "Give me a call some time?" The soft lilt of curiosity turns her statement to a question.
Nicolas smiles and nods as he looks at her. "I'll let it slide this time." He says as he looks at her. "I think my ego it full enough as it is." He says with a joking tone playing in his voice. He takes the match book and looks it over as a smile forms over his lips. "Definitely." He says to her question as he slips the matches into his pocket.