the EMILY HAS CONQUERED NANO open post

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[dontkanyeme]

[She laughs.]

His name is Trick.

[diana_abel]

Trick?

[That's ominous.]

Very...1980s rockstar.

[dontkanyeme]

[Bo snorts a bit at that, before turning and pointing down the bar to the short man talking with a very tall blond man in a leather vest.]

That's him. I don't think 80's rockstar is really his style.

[diana_abel]

[Diana turns to look. And both eyebrows go up sharply.]

I dunno. The leather vest is pretty rocker...

[dontkanyeme]

[She laughs a bit.]

He's the short one.

[diana_abel]

Wow. Oops. Awkward.

[Diana has the good sense to laugh at herself, though.]

Yeah. Maybe a different kind of rocker.

[dontkanyeme]

[The idea of Trick being in a rock band? Still amusing.]

Maybe. Something a little more old school.

[diana_abel]

Simon and Garfunkle. A more laid-back kind of rock.

Folksy, I'd say.

[A pause.]

I put way too much thought into music sometimes. Sorry.

[dontkanyeme]

[She shakes her head.]

It's okay. I think he'd appreciate the compliment.

[diana_abel]

Well, I'm nothing if not a gracious guest.

[She rests her chin in her fingertips, looking at Bo.]

You know, you're stunning.

[dontkanyeme]

[She smiles a bit at that. Even if she hears them all the time, she always loves a good compliment.]

Thank you. You're pretty beautiful yourself.

[diana_abel]

[Oh, she knows.]

Thank you.

[dontkanyeme]

You know. I could snag a bottle of this pretty awesome scotch and we could take this somewhere more ... private.

[a beat.]

Unless you think your ride will be ready soon.

[diana_abel]

[Doesn't matter if she can't drink scotch. Private fun with this woman? Way more interesting than riding with Eddie.]

Yeah?

[There's a lot of promise in the smile she offers Bo.]

[dontkanyeme]

[she tips her head to the side as she reaches down the bar to grab the bottle with one hand, and taking Diana's with the other, giving her a bit of a spin as she lead the way.]

Follow me.

[diana_abel]

[Diana has to stifle her laughter, for fear of drawing too much attention. Even if Bo is a regular, she doesn't imagine stealing hooch is exactly encouraged.

But this is way more fun than she could have anticipated.

So she follows Bo, expertly keeping her tread silent, despite the five inch heels.]

[dontkanyeme]

[Well, it's easier when the bartender is your grandfather.

She leads her into one of the back rooms, and grabs two glasses to start pouring.]

Single or double?

[diana_abel]

Single.

[It would be a shame to waste too much booze. And Diana is a believable lightweight, anyway.

She glances around the room curiously.]

Interesting bar, really.

[dontkanyeme]

[Bo nods as she goes to settle near a set of comfortable chairs, setting the two glasses on a side table and starting to pour.]

Trick's been running it for a while. It's supposed to be neutral ground, between the Dark and the Light.

[diana_abel]

[Diana happily plops herself on the floor, leaning back against one of the chairs.]

I had a friend who ran a bar like that in Ohio.

It got blown up. Twice.

[dontkanyeme]

[Bo laughs a bit.]

Haven't managed to do that yet. I'm starting to think it has some kind of protection spell on it or something.

[diana_abel]

That's pretty badass.

[Note to self: Tell Denise to look into protection spells if she's ever crazy enough to open another bar.]

Light and Dark? Is that like Seelie and Unseelie?

[dontkanyeme]

[She gives her a bit of a blank look.]

I don't know? The only really difference I can see is that the Light have more rules to make themselves look better. The Dark don't really care so much about pretense.

[diana_abel]

[Sounds like the Camarilla and the Sabbat. Only less dead people.]

Very...political.

[dontkanyeme]

[She nods.]

All politics, all crappy people, all the time. It's why I chose neither.