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

[angelic_asshole]

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.

Comments

No, Minoru. That’s not its intended use... okay. Fine. Whatever.

[itmeanstruth]

It was early enough in the evening that the pole in the back was currently unoccupied. Or perhaps the entertainer of choice was simply on break for a while. But as fun as sitting and having a drink with friends can be (and Minoru will definitely get a beer and do that later), there’s literally an unoccupied obstacle in the middle of the dance floor fit for climbing.

So, Minoru did what any traceur would do. He politely asked if he could give it a try.

He wasn’t dressed like a stripper - obviously. He was sporting his workout clothes - compression pants under some black shorts and a top to match - having planned on going freerunning after he hit up the opening. So naturally...

With a bit of a running start, he hopped up onto the platform and onto the pole, clasping it with one hand as he spun around it. No stranger to light posts, flagpoles and the like, Minoru half-climbed, half-scampered on up, doing a few basic tricks as he went. He wasn’t as flexible as a dancer, but he had the strength and body control to hold himself up in some impressive positions before sliding/tumbling back down.

Only to do it again!

[angelic_asshole]

Balthazar was busy making sure that his new night club was presentable, placing bowls of snacks in the back room also. As he walked into the back room where the dance floor and pole area were, his sight was immediately drawn to the sight of Minoru. The angel raised a brow and smirked, sipping his scotch and just admiring the young man's moves before breaking the silence.

"Nice moves. I suppose I should ask where you learned to move like that."

No doubt that he was very agile since the last time the angel had spoken with Minoru was at the Halloween party. That had been a laugh and a half too. Balthazar was glad that someone was already enjoying his new premises. Although, noticing the lack of glass or bottle meant that his patron was lacking a drink.

"Can I get you anything? Another potion, perhaps? No, really. We have light ales and spirits too. Whatever takes your fancy. Or a fine wine?"

[itmeanstruth]

Minoru paused where he was - which was currently upside down with his legs tightly clenching the pole for support.

“Thanks, but no thanks...” he laughed. The last thing he remembered about that halloween party was accepting a ‘potion’ from him, and everything before it didn’t make any lick of sense either! “Maybe later. I’m good right now.”

As to where he learned the moves, Minoru smiled. He’d been climbing on things since before he could even remember. This kind of stuff just came naturally to him. “Trial and error, mostly. Figuring stuff out is half the fun of it.”

[angelic_asshole]

Balthazar couldn't help but internally flinch slightly at Minuro's slightly dangerous move on the pole. He might be skilled but the angel didn't want to be picking him up off the floor after a few drinks. That, or he slipped off and fell. Tonight was meant to be a relaxing evening for everyone, including the owner.

"Are we talking climbing up skyscrapers here or jumping off high walls? You're a bit of a daredevil aren't you, Minoru? Do you crave the adrenaline rush? I like to do a bit of rock-climbing myself."

He sipped his drink as he watched his patron. Of course he would not want potion tonight. Who could blame him after last time?

[itmeanstruth]

A good reason for getting some of this out of his system before having said drinks.

“Could be both.” He smiled. “Depends how high the walls are and what the path to the ground is. ”

He’d been around the block a few times - on ledges, walls, light posts, fire escapes, awnings, rooftops, fences... While the stunts looked dangerous, his movement was fluid, his body was relaxed, and he was definitely in control of what he was doing.

“Nothing like it.” He laughed. “I’d say try the cliffs Lucifer likes to watch the sunrise from, but the rocks are really unstable. Nearly made an awful drop.”

[apocalypsejack]

Jack had a drink and was looking for trouble, sort of, the fun kind anyway. Drink in hand, he is gliding around on his light up skates and maybe he is dressed for the pole. The person on the pole seems a perfect target.

He gets going as fast as he can, jumps the ledge, grabs the pole and slides to a stop a hair before colliding but not spilling the drink. Despite looks right now, he is not Ziggy in an eye patch, despite what Halloween did.

[itmeanstruth]

It was a good thing Minoru was closer to the ceiling, or there could have been a collision. (Or even worse, a party foul and a spilled drink.)

Granted, he nearly lost his balance when he saw what looked like Ziggy on roller skates heading right for him. No... that was the other Ziggy... Right?

He recovered his footing, wrapped a leg around the pole for better balance, and leaned down so he could wave. “Hey! I never did get your name at the costume party. I’m Minoru, nice to meet you!”

[apocalypsejack]

Jack slides around the pole a bit and then, one arm and in skates, starts climbing it while holding the drink.

"Halloween Jack." He smiles and there is that devilishness and charm there that Ziggy has. "Jack is fine."

[itmeanstruth]

Before Minoru can even politely make his acquaintance, or ask whether he was related to Ziggy, as they could so easily have passed for twins, Jack was already off the ground.

"Oh, awesome!"

Color Minoru impressed! That's no easy feat.

He got his hands back on the pole, unwrapping his leg and pumping around for another spin before perching in a more comfortable position a little farther down.

"Are you a freerunner?"

[apocalypsejack]

Jack was running late because he had to get the kids settled in and comes tearing into the bar on his new skates, probably faster than anyone should but having a constant supply of cocaine in the Nexus was causing his usual high energy to buzz up into hummingbird territory.

Grabbing the edge of the bar he glides around the corner, ducking the portion that flipped down to block others from walking back there randomly. Skating backward behind the bar he's perusing the booze trying to decide what to drink.

[angelic_asshole]

The flashing reflections dancing off the polished wooden floor got the angel's attention as he was walking around the tables arranging some candles for people wanting to sit down together. Following the neon trail he found the source of the strange lights leading behind the bar. Leaning over the counter, he tapped his scotch glass down on the bar top and smirked.

"Can I help you, sir? Fancy a Dirty Angel? It's a new cocktail of mine."

Why yes, Balthazar had just made a few new cocktails up in celebration of his new bar opening. Of course Jack would roll into the bar acting like he owned the place. No doubt bounding with energy, which the angel could feel emanating from him.

[apocalypsejack]

Jack spins and leans across the bar grabbing Balthazar's cheeks with his hands to give him a kiss. He's obviously higher than a kite. "I've already got one of those."

He lets go laughing. "What about a Tie Me to the Bedpost?"

[angelic_asshole]

The kiss was welcome and expected as the angel leaned into it, almost instantly tasting the strange flavours in his lover's mouth. Coke? Definitely. So, he'd been to Ziggy's, or at least been given coke by him recently. It didn't bother Balthazar who loved Jack for who he was and the way he wheeled into the bar so cavalier.

"Oh? So, you're going for a Tie Me to the Bedpost are you? I think you'll enjoy this, love."

The angel moved so that he was behind the bar, pulling out the bottles of drinks needed to make Jack's cocktail. A quick flash of his hands and he had procured a rather flashy girly glass to match Jack's flashy skates.

Next, Balthazar was reaching for the silver cocktail shaker and filling it full of the drinks, mixing them up and sealing the lid. A few shakes later and he was pouring the concoction into his lover's flashy glass, popping a pink umbrella in and sliding it over to him.

"Let me know what you think."

The Nightclub and dance floor;

[tr1ckortreat]

Loki had heard about this new bar opening up even if he were currently questioning the title of the place. His brow quirking up and a slight roll of his eyes regarding the subject matter. "The Angel's Retreat" seemed an average sort of place fit for a god at least, or an angel or three. Walking in he perused the bar and ordered a drink. The barman looked presentable enough even if the wings were a little off-putting. To Loki, Balthazar looked like a mortal with wings sprouting from his back. Yet, what did he know?

Drink in hand (which was called "Sex on the Beach") he walked into the back, noticing the pole, empty for the time being. Or was it? Placing his drink down on a nearby free table, Loki jumped up onto the podium and gripped the pole, swinging around expertly even whilst dressed in his signature heavy leather Asgardian armour. It was a feat and a half and he wondered if he did indeed attract an audience.

i don't know why I'm like this lol

[coldsong]

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."

[tr1ckortreat]

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.

[coldsong]

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."

the bar area

[somekindofspaceuncle]

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

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

Re: the bar area

[angelic_asshole]

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.

[somekindofspaceuncle]

"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."

[angelic_asshole]

"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."

Bar area;

[stark_ravingmad]

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.

[glitterdoc]

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.

[stark_ravingmad]

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."

[glitterdoc]

"Likely not, I have lived in this place for a matter of days, and this is the first time I have managed to get out from under my keepers' noses." Glit laughs.

"Do you know Ravage of Stanix and Lord Soundwave? Ravage and I are...sibs, of a sort. Ravage asked me to come here to work for him. But I'm starting to think it's more so he can watch over me. He thinks I'm a trashfire. He's not so far wrong. But he's got no damned room to complain, even now that he's properly married, with the hope of a throne under his aft."