Jun 01 21:52:13 105 PA
From Chronicles
The current game time is: Mon Jun 01 21:52:13 105 PA.
The evening is starting to mature and with it the upward swing of patronage continues to swell steadily. Amid the mix of chatter and laughter, the smell of booze and smoke, Desmond is speaking quietly with one of the bouncers that work here. It seems a friendly discussion the two hold, near one of the back doors that lead to the staff area. His deep voice rumbles lowly as the big male responds to some question given him, his head given a slight shake to reinforce whatever he might be saying.
Bair Wesley opens the door and looks around. At first glance He looks like every other City Rat to enter this place. He smirks to himself as he found the prefect place for dinner. His eyes darting from parton to parton as he searches for a good empty stop to plop down for the night. Swearing to himself one of these days he was going to buy a horse or something with wheels. His eyes fall on a spot and he slides right in to the table.
Looking at Bair, He seems only a shadow of a man. His eyes are dulled over but a small gleem still flicker in his eyes. His body is lightly build and tone yet not large enough to be overl bulkly. His skin seems to shine, showing a man who has travel many miles. Looking closely at him you can see his body is covered in many scars and a large burn scar of a cross on his chest. His long blonde hair seems to move in the wind even when the wind is not blowning.
A tall woman follows on Bair's heels. She's dressed to the nines, resplendent in a black ultra-mini-skirt and green halter-top that highlights her deep emerald eyes without overshadowing them. The halter-top and miniskirt leave her entire belly open for inspection, and while milky smooth, one can see well formed muscles behind them. Her arms and legs are totally uncovered, and she wears a pair of dangly red-gemstone earrings. Her legs end in hot red-velvet 1-inch pumps. Lucy currently covers it over, however with a large black trench coat, open in the front, collar up.
Desmond nods in response to the words given by the large man he speaks with, reaching up to give him a firm pat on the shoulder. The man responds with an offered hand, which Des shakes firmly before a few brief words are shared and the two part ways. Desmond turns, while the man goes back into the back, the big male glancing around the bar idly. A slight frown comes to him as he does so. For now appreciable reason as he surveys the surroundings slowly. With a deep drawn and slowly released breath he starts to make his way towards the front. His eyes passing over Bair as he settles, then moving upward, spotting Lucy as she enters as well. The slight frown that came to be before grows ever so slightly and he pauses near Bair's table. By accident, though it might not seem so, since Des still wears a shirt with "Moe's" emblazoned on the chest pocket.
People move about him as he sits down at the small table. Doing what he can to flag down someone who can take his order he Flags Des down. With out even looking to make sure he is able to take his order, He asks for a good beer and something warm to eat.
Lucy heads straight for the bar, for the moment just looking for something to warm her up. Her blonde hair is tied up in a neat bun that has managed to remain in place even with the wind and rain. She flips her collar down as she sets herself on a stool and orders a Cosmopolitan - and a beer. Mixing your drinks? Not always the best choice, but.. oh well.
Desmond blinks once when Bair addresses him in that manner, his eyes dipping towards the man. The big feline speaks then, his voice a deep, rolling basso profundo with just a slight roll to his 'r's. "I am not of the help here," he tells the man. A pause as his eyes dip towards his shirt. He'll need to buy others. "Not anymore, at least." His eyes lift then, looking for one of the nearby members of the staff, motioning toward Bair's table for them. "This one will help you," he states before glancing once more towards Lucy. His expression thoughtful, but otherwise composed.
Bair Wesley nods to the comments made by Des. He reply quiet and to the point as he speaks, "Sorry." His eyes seems to have followed his glaze over to Lucy. A smirk crosses his face as he replaces his order only this time with the right person.
Accepting her Cosmopolitan with a polite, "Thanks," Lucy spins the barstool one-hundred eighty degrees to face out into the tables. Her legs are exposed now, crossed, as the trench coat continues to fall to the floor. Still, she doesn't seem to be trying to seduce anyone today, just sitting and enjoying her martini while watching the people. She catches sight of Desmond - not difficult to miss - and waves to him, whether he's actually looking at her or not. She starts making polite conversation with the man on the adjacent barstool when she sees a new face in the crowd.
Desmond is watching then. And he nods when Lucy waves to him, a quiet return of casual acknowledgement. The generic frown lingering in palce for now. He looks back to the man beside him, the help taking his order before moving on to the next task. "Quite alright. I can see where your confusion arose from," he rumbles in reply. "It seems I will have to find something new to wear in the now."
Hearing Desmond's voice brings his attention back. "I would have to agree with you." His eyes moving back over to Lucy, Slowly looking her over as he speaks in a lower voice. "Who is she?" The frown on his face making him curious.
Hopping down from the barstool with grace, Lucy approaches the new face in town. Figuring that it's her duty as one of the other new face in town to introduce herself, she passes near Desmond whispering a, "Hi, Desmond," and on to a chair at Bair's table, opposite the man. As she sits, she wraps herself more tastefully into her trench coat and say in a normal, pleasant voice, "Hi, my name's Lucy." She apparently sits and waits for the man to reply.
Desmond considers Bair quietly for a moment at that last question. Or perhaps he considers just what he might say to that question. He breathes out lowly and rumbles, "A curious person," he decides as Lucy comes over. He looks to her when she whispers a greeting to him, Desmond returning at his normal volume level. "Greetings, Lucy. I trust you and Robert are well." His tone polite on that question.
His eye's follow Lucy from the barstool to the table as he watches her sit down. A small smile touches his lips as she seems to make to make herself comfortable. His voice solf as he replys, "My name is Bair." He reaches his hand out to offer it to her. Hearing Desmond mention another man's name he holds back a little.
Lucy smiles widely and leans back in her chair, giving Desmond's leg a light, playful slap with the back of her hand. "Why yes, Desmond, Robert and I are doing quite well, thank you! I didn't know that anyone but us knew about our little 'relationship'.", she says, adding air quotes to the 'relationship' part. She grins prettily. Turning her attention back to Bair, she says, "Ooh, interesting name, Bair. Where are you from?"
Desmond cants his head slightly, a light, brief sense of bemusement rising at the slap at his leg. "One need not have great powers of observation to notice some things," he replies simply. "Of course, I would not presume precisely what has developed between you, but it is obvious enough something has." He then looks towards Bair as he speaks on his own name, giving him a nod. Not repeating his own after Lucy's reference to it.
Watches the seemingly playful event happening in front of him as he listens to Lucy. "South of New El Paso." His hand slides to his beer picking it up and taking a small pull befor returning it to the table. "And you?"
"Well, most recently the direction of Lone Star, the general southwest. But that's only recent. I've gotten around," Lucy says with a grin, tossing back the rest of her martini, sans olive. "I thought that the southwest was a hole. No offense," the woman says, and clearly doesn't mean any offense. "How'd you end up here? It's kind of an esoteric place to land, no? I still haven't figured it out, and I've been here for about a month." She invites Desmond over to the table, but clearly doesn't try to force him to sit.
Nods to Desmond that is it alright if he wishes to join them. His hands move up to his hair and pulls it out of his face. "It is a hole in the ground. But its home to me. As for how I came to be over this way," His eyes glance around the room as he sips his beer again, "I heard this was a nice little town to start over in."
Desmond picks up on the invitation from both, though after a moment of thought he shakes his head slightly. His words of a more general variety for the m both as he rumbles, "I should not linger long. I have new tasks and someone to meet soon to speak on them." A casual, if vague explanation before he glances between the two. "Lucy, Bair. Farewell." He will turn to continue on his way from the tavern, though there isn't great hurry in him.
"It is a good place to start over," Lucy agrees. "I'm starting over, that's for certain." She opens her coat the slightest bit, and adds, "Though starting over may not be exactly glamorous."
Watches Desmond leave as he turns all of his attention back to Lucy. "I do agree with that. Seems I have to find a place to work soon." A smile crosses his lips, "I am not overly worried but I do think I should start looking soon."Tags:bair, desmond, lucy
