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.

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[tr1ckortreat]

Dark Elves? Well, this was new. The slight amusement that flickered briefly on Loki's lips was soon wiped away as his counterpart spoke of the invasion and the death and destruction in it's wake. Asgard had been under attack, or rather, will be in Loki's timeline. Unless, things had changed back home. Who knew how time worked within the Nexus compared to back home. All that mattered was that his family---Friga, Odin---they were caught up in all of this.

"He---this--Malekith, he killed our mother?"

Loki felt his voice crack under strain, as he it was hard for him to speak of it just as it was hard for his counterpart to describe the battle. The invasion. Norns, could it be true? Was Frigga dead? No longer in being in his counterpart's world. His future self. Valhalla awaited all those who sought it's halls. Stunned into silence, all Loki could do was reach out.

Pulling the other man into a hug. This was something Loki never did. He even shunned Thor's advances until recently. It just stung like a blade thrust into his heart and twisted until there was no more flesh to render useless. The beating heart stilled until it withered and died.

"I'm sorry."

[coldsong]

Dark Elves. Even more of a bizarre fairy tale in his childhood, Loki remembers, than Frost Giants. He's never considered it before, but now he spares a fleeting millisecond to be grateful he's Jotun and not one of Malekith's misbegotten kin.

...granted, that's entirely personal.

Some of his tension eases further when he sees the flicker of shock and grief in his counterpart's face. He was volatile at this time in his life. He was uncertain what to expect from this Loki. Scornful words about sentiment would not have shocked him, though he knows they would have been lies. Even more than that, though, the next response leaves him stunned.

He never just hugs people. At this point, he's more physically demonstrative than at any time in his life before, but his touches are limited to lovers, children, Thor, and possibly very close friends. That, and his alternate should be well aware that letting his guard down around any Loki is a great way to get stabbed. But here they are.

And for some reason it feels...healing. There's a pause, a space of a few heartbeats, and then he reaches back and completes the embrace.

This other Loki, he could have blamed him. Certainly Loki blames himself. Instead, he's able to offer compassion. Every time he meets an alternate he gets along with, he feels he's dodged a bullet, and more often than not his life is a little richer for the experience.

"I will give you whatever tools I can to prevent the same from happening in your world," he promises. "Thank you."