angelic_asshole | Let's Party Like It's 1999- Bar Opening in the Nexus [OPEN POST]

Let's Party Like It's 1999- Bar Opening in the Nexus [OPEN POST]

It had been a time coming but finally Balthazar's bar "The Angel's Retreat" was open for business having been stocked up fully with drinks of all shapes, sizes and colours. Standing at the bar area is the owner, wings out and clutching a glass of Lucifer's finest angel booze. Scotch to be precise but at angel strength. The certain bottles of gut rot were locked up within a drinks cabinet behind the bar with only Balthazar being able to open it. The stuff was lethal to non-immortals and not wanting to poison potential customers, safety had to be upheld.

[ooc: Just pick which part of the club your character will visit and Balthazar will respond to both.]

The Bar Area:

(Pictures of the bar can be found here.)

Feel free to mingle here with one another and indulge in conversation and order your drinks here. Balthazar will be on hand to deliver whatever your heart's desire so chooses. Whether it be the strongest drink to the less lethal non-alcoholic varieties. Along with drinks there are also bowls of snacks positioned along the length of the bar including; crisps, potato chips (tortillas and the like), pickles, peanuts and other aperitifs.

The Nightclub and dance floor:

(Picture of the dance floor can be found here.)

If you are tired of ordering drinks or chatting then have no fear. If you walk into the backroom of the bar you will find a night club area, complete with a dance floor and DJ in the corner offering up a wide range of music. He also takes requests, so feel free to ask. That, or Balthazar will arrange something for your tastes. There is also a pole with a woman, or man, binding himself around it, offering up quite the show for any eager enthusiasts. It depends on what time of day you frequent the club. If it's evening then the pole dancer will be here showing of their moves. The dance floor is open all day.

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The angel stared at Jack, brow furrowing as he took his lover's words and felt them shatter against his body like bullets. His shield was faltering though at each powerful emotional response hurled at him. Shit. He never meant to hurt Jack this way. The empathy pouring from the other man was almost overpowering full of pain and anger.

Closing his eyes he could almost picture Jack back in his own cruel world. The pictures were faded but it showed him being auctioned off like some piece of property. The whole warped image of his lover being groped by strangers hell bent on grabbing him for themselves. It sickened Balthazar who's eyes snapped open, hands gripping the bar top to stable himself. Fuck. What was that? An empathic projection of some kind? His eyes were wide and the tears were flowing freely down his cheeks now, unable to compose himself any longer.

"Jack...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, your life---that auction. I---had no idea."

It was all he could rasp as the angel wiped at his eyes with the back of his palm. The hatred for the abusers now wrenching at his very core. The poor man made to feel like dirt. Like nothing. Yes, Jack was angry at Balthazar because he had reason to be. His life was taken away fro him before it could even begin.

"You may think I only care about myself but you're wrong. Your life was over before it had a chance to even begin. You deserve better than to be passed around like some object. I love you. No matter what."

Being telepathic himself, Balthazar tried to desperately project his feelings and emotions into Jack's heart and mind. Would it work? Even through the torrent of raw emotion, the angel had to try.

"You've never asked." Jack responds softly because he feels drained and tired from his own emotions.

"No, I had a life. I don't remember it anymore but I had it. I've had two." Jack looks away because all he can think about is finding Hannah when they were through with her. "Hannah talked like you do before they destroyed her mind for it."

That was the second life taken from him. Maybe that was part of it, deep inside. He couldn't lose another life. Was he too exhausted to build again knowing how easily it would be torn down.

He couldn't tell what was Balthazar's emotions or what was his. Things were too muddled and he had a deafening migraine building.

"If you love me no matter what, act like it and sound like it." Jack rubs absently at his patch before staring at Balthazar. "You don't really understand what you're asking. It's more than you think."

He feels so tired and it shows. Like he could just lay down on the floor and sleep. There's a swaying hesitation on his wheels before he goes to his lover and buries himself into his shirt. It hurts too much to cry.

It could have been far worse than rocks that got dropped. Had he lost his grip, he might have been crashing Lucifer’s perch personally.

“It was obviously an accident, and he knew that. I don’t know why he’d want to light someone on fire for that.”

Minoru found it hard to believe that such a nice angel would be that quick-tempered. But it seemed pretty much everyone believed that bad reputation to some extent, even another angel, just as he said they would.

It was true. Balthazar had never really asked and he owed that much to Jack to have asked him by now. Yet, he had been too swept up in the sheer joy of emotion to be even able to touch on the subject. He cursed inwardly at his foolish behaviour on that part. At the part regarding Hannah, Balthazar swallowed thickly; his throat dry and his face so very wet from tears. The telepathy obviously wasn't doing the job it was supposed to so the angel knew it was probably best to try another time.

Right now, he just wanted to comfort Jack and be there to support him like he always had been. His lover's words sharp and contrasted against the others mulling around in his head. His hearts still fluttering with raw emotion, tugging on his being.

"Maybe it is more than I think but I'm damn not giving up. I fucking love you, Jack, even through thick or thin. Just...give me a chance to try."

Balthazar's arms come out to hold the poor man close. He could feel Jack's emotions weighing heavily against him. The need to caress his back and kiss the top of his head was almost an instinctive reaction. It did hurt but the angel wanted to be Jack's shield, even if it meant taking a beating in the process.

"I don't want you to give up on me." Jack lays his head against Balthazar's chest to listen to his heart while they talk and the vibration of his voice in his chest. "I need you to accept me, and if I'm who you love, accept that you didn't fall in love with a well off straight laced good citizen."

Jack absently strokes his lover's back. "You say you want to know me but you also tell me to change. Do you want to know me, or do you want to change me?"

"I will never give up on you, Jack. No matter what happens between us."

The angel exhaled slowly, sniffing slightly as he held onto Jack; his arms not letting the lighter man go. It was as if everything around them was faded and blurred since all he could focus on right now was Jack. His lover's head laying on his chest felt nice and no doubt he could feel Balthazar's heartbeat hammering steadily within his chest. Of course he would accept him, how could he not? The acceptance came with knowing that Jack was a prostitute and some things were going to cause complications within a relationship.

"I am not asking for change just....a possibility that you can find another form of work that also pays. Every night I worry that you'll come home beaten and used. This may seem selfish of me but I care deeply for you. I want to know you, Jack. That's why I want to find out who you really are together. We can both get through this."

He knew it would probably be best if they find a private room together so they can talk, drink and cuddle. Clasping Jack's hand, Balthazar pulled away and began leading him into a closed space just behind the bar area. It was secluded with no one around.

Jack went willingly, if reluctant to break the hug. Once they had a place, seated or standing, Jack would be back for another hug.

Jack took a deep breath, let it out slowly. "And every night it isn't me it's one of the kids or someone else they grab. They don't stop coming for people just because I take a night off."

Jack shook a little through his shoulders. "One of the others will get used tonight because I'm here with you. Tomorrow morning I'll be tending thier wounds while you have relief thinking no one was hurt."

Jack was talking quietly though loud enough that the angel could hear him. "If I'm gone too long they could think about overrunning the island, then everyone's at risk. You're asking something I can't do, not now."

Maybe not ever Jack thought to himself but didn't voice it. It weighed on him but it felt good too to tell Balthazar xlearly what the score was.

The fact that every night one of the kid's or one of Jack's friends that got grabbed caused a knot to tie in the angel's gut. Shit. What a sick and fucked up world he truly lived in. There was no comparison for what he must be going through and Balthazar could only close his eyes as they reached the private room as he slumped down into the soft chair.

"I...am truly sorry for what happens to you and your people, Jack. Trust me when I do not take pleasure in snatching you away when you are needed. If there was a way now where I could enter your world and burn every fucking Ministry building down? I would. If I could string up every fucker who is causing you and your family pain? I would. They'd have their balls shoved down their throats."

What could Balthazar do to aid Jack's world? Now, he was feeling guilty for taking the man away each night to sleep with him and spend time with him. There had to be another way where everyone would be safe? Couldn't he bring everyone into the Nexus?

"If there is a way to use the PINpoint to bring everyone here so they could be safe. I know I'm clutching at straws and it's probably not much help but...I want to try."

He leant in and pulled Jack in for a strong hug. Sniffing into his lover's shoulder, shuddering softly.

Well, someone's applauding. It's slow, heavy clapping, halfway between bemused and sardonic, but clearly there is, in fact, an audience. If Loki looks up, he'll see...a mirror image of himself, really, except this Loki is in much more casual clothing: a loose black silk tunic over, wonder of wonders, worn black jeans. His hair is braided elaborately, though, and whatever he's drinking looks expensive.

"I heard you were around," he says. "This isn't quite how I expected to find you, but who am I to judge?"

"Please do not expect me to shove money into your trousers, however."

The slow clapping got Loki's attention as he slowly slid off the pole, both thighs hugging the cool metal so he could make his ascent easier. Glancing towards the patron sat in the chair he almost did a double take and felt his eyes widen in shock.

"Norns! You're another Loki--I mean, you are a Loki but...Look, this isn't what it looks like. I don't do this for a day job."

A deep shade of pink was now invading his usual pale coloured cheeks. The god rooted to the spot out of shame and mild shock at seeing his counterpart. This one looked exactly like him. Yet, there were subtle differences in his hair and clothes. Was he older? From the future? It would all point to that. Norns, how embarrassing.

Stepping down from the podium, Loki adjusted his hair, slicking it back as he liked it and pulling down his armoured jerkin slightly. Picking up his drink he downed nearly the whole thing.

In point of fact, yes, this one is a matter of six or eight years older, but it's a little odd that that should show on an immortal face. It's been a rough time, perhaps. Or maybe having children around makes a man look a bit more parental whether he wants to or not.

"Dancing, exotic or otherwise, is a perfectly respectable living, but no, I didn't expect it was your day job. You'd have a much more revealing costume if that were the case." His smile is practically radiant. He's seriously pleased with himself for catching an alternate off-guard like this.

"If it makes you feel any better, I sang karaoke my first day here. Sit. We ought to talk."

"Excuse me, are you the Balthazar?" a young man asks.

"Although, even if you aren't, I could use a drink."

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Balthazar heard his name mentioned as he finished up cleaning down the newly polished bar top. Stuffing his cloth into his belt, he offered up the young man a nod and a friendly smile as he walked over towards him.

"The one and only. What can I get you, sir?"

The angel was in full work mode as he set about pulling out a glass or two and lining them up on the shelf. It seemed his bar was becoming quite popular with the Nexus residents and this pleased him.

"I don't know, maybe some sake for now."

"Anyway, you're Jack's- partner?"

And then he realises he hasn't introduced himself.

"My name's Hiroki Shirogane," he says. "Right, I should tell you who I am, I think. Sorry. I'm Ziggy Stardust's fiance."

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"Oh, sake? Good choice."

The angel set out rummaging around in the cabinet for a bottle of sake, pulling one out and setting it out onto the bar top. Ziggy's fiancé? Well, that would answer some of the questions regarding who he was. Another bright smile from the angelic bartender and he was pouring out some sake into a china cup.

"Would you like it heated up or room temperature? I had another customer come in asking for it warm. I suppose it depends on your preferences."

Leaning on the counter, Balthazar took a deep draw from his scotch glass which was nearly always by his side when on duty serving. Old habits die hard.

"It's good to finally meet the famous Hiroki Shirogane. Ziggy has spoken about you. You're a very lucky man."

"Ziggy has?" Hiroki asks, genuinely surprised for half a second.

"Oh, then maybe I didn't have to come and introduce myself. But, you see, Jack is a new family member."

"And yeah, I'm lucky. The luckiest. Well, you are, too, if we're exchanging obvious truths now," Hiroki says, softly.

Balthazar might be able to feel, maybe, that, spiritually at least, Hiroki's not completely a human being. Although, mostly, yes.

Either way, Hiroki's utterly honest.

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If anyone will approach the form of Tony Stark then they will notice him dressed in some fine threads; a light grey suit matched with a blue tie and black shoes. Pretty smart indeed for a guy who is currently propping up the bar clutching a strange green-coloured beverage in his right hand.

"Hey, uh, Angel-cakes? Give us another of these in a minute, will you?"

His voice thrown over towards Balthazar, who is busy making up various types of drinks for patrons. The Angel's Retreat? Tony smirked at the username as he sipped some of his health shake through a brightly coloured blue straw. Hey, this was fashion. It had been far too long since the engineer had ventured anywhere near a bar and right now? He was looking around at the décor, admiring the choice of aesthetic. This Balthazar had style.

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"Once or twice? Yes. He's a good man and now I want to get to know the handsome Japanese man he talks about."

Balthazar wanted to be welcomed into the Jack, Ziggy, Hiroki family, since he was relatively new and naturally, trust, had to be built. As for exchanging truths? The angel would be honest to Ziggy's fiancé as he could be. Another sip of scotch and he exhaled softly.

"You're not quite human, are you? As an angel I can sense things about people, supernatural entities and the like. Also, telepathy."

He tapped the corner of his temple and smiled.

"You shouldn't believe half the things my Princess says about me," Hiroki says, with a slightest blush. "Ziggy, I mean. Er."

"Not quite human? Well. If you say so, then I guess I'm not quite human," Hiroki says, and giggles a little.

Then looks serious.

"I'm not being flippant. It's all very simple if one's an Alchemist, I bet, but I'm not, so 'what the quiznak am I?' question I usually answer by saying 'myself'. Sorry."

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"Princess?"

That gets a friendly smile from the angel who also has a fond nickname he uses for his Jack. It seems both twins have nicknames given to them by their respective partners. It was pretty cute to be honest.

"I call mine Jack, Eye-Patch Fuck Puppy."

Balthazar raised a curious eyebrow at Hiroki's admission regarding his heritage. If he wasn't human then...something else. The angel couldn't quite put his finger on it because the aura surrounding the other man was quite different to any he'd felt before.

"What are you if you don't mind me asking? If you're not human."

Fuck Puppy? Hiroki thinks, and frowns, because Jack's profession--

"Well, if Jack likes the name, who am I to ask why. Sure. Fine."

As for the angel's question.

"For all I know, I'm a human."

"Or was."

"Well, to be honest, I'm, probably mostly human?"

He shakes his head.

"I was cloned from a human. For my whole life, I thought I was him, I mean, the guy I was cloned from. I'm not him. But, well. I think I'm human in large percentage, if you're curious. Might be something else, too, but mostly human. Also, I'm dead."

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Glit slinks into the bar. There's only so much of Ravage's fussing that he can take before he has to have a drink, and one of the few advantages of being a cassetticon is that he's small enough to go into places like this. Which means that they won't have energon, but if they have any kind of oil he can drink, he can spike it with the engex in his flask.

He wonders if coming here was a mistake. Of course he has a job here--a real one, not just singing--but in Tokyo there were places that catered to a mixed clientele.

The place looks a little classier than most of the places Glit hangs out. He stretches languidly, then sidles up to the bar, leaning against it next to Tony. "You know if they got anything at all for mechanoids in here?" he asks the stranger. Anybody drinking something that elaborate has got to have some idea of the menu.

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Tony's gaze was instantly pulled towards the cat-like robot who was now sitting next to him at the bar. What sort of creature was he? Whatever he was, Tony wasn't about to stare, nor judge. This Nexus was a free world and the variety of different species was refreshing.

"You could try asking the angel bar guy for an oil cocktail? Mine's a Dirty Hooker. It's pretty good."

Of course it was a non-alcoholic version of the cocktail with the same name since Tony was booze free now. Mocktails would have to suffice. He sipped his multi-coloured fruity beverage and wondered what the robot cat was into.

"Cliché but...I haven't seen you around here before."

Yep. Fuck Puppy being exclusively the name he used for Jack. No one else dare use it since it had other connotations attached. Balthazar was all too aware that some would take advantage of his wheeled hooligan and that thought alone enraged him.

"You're dead? Well, you're certainly a good talker for a dead man. Might I ask how this happened?"

Was Hiroki a ghost? Or, at least, he didn't look very ethereal. Perhaps being a clone of someone worked differently somehow? Also, who would perform such a thing and why? So many questions. Ziggy's fiancé was indeed an enigma. Another sip of scotch and the angel had his eyes firmly fixed on the "ghost" in front of him.

"I don't talk about my death after just a single shot of drink", Shiro's clone says, smiling wryly. "Though I will tell you to avoid a certain witch in Nexus. She's old and purple, you won't have trouble recognosing her."

"I have a temporary body while I'm here. The White Lion helps with that. He, ah, he's a Spirit Guardian of a certain very magical place in a Universe I'm from."

"My original body is now occupied by Shiro, the guy I was cloned for. He was dead, he's alive now thanks to that. Which I don't have any issue with, anymore. I was mostly gone by then."

Suddenly, Hiroki realises something. Angel. Angels can heal souls, can't they? Or maybe not...

"Listen, you're an angel, so.... would you know for sure if a human has a soul or not? The witch made other clones of Shiro, too, not just me. I'd like to save them. If any are alive, physically and spiritually. I have a friend who would help, she sees such stuff, but maybe you could help, too, if you see such things, the more the better-"

"Nevermind. We've only just met, I'm asking too much. Forget it."

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