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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[angelic_asshole]

He should have expected this. Jack was in a state of emotional turmoil and who could blame him, yet he had got the wrong end of the stick. The angel swallowed thickly, wanting desperately for Jack to see just how much different he was from "all the others."

"No, that's not it, Jack. I love you and understand that's all you think you've got but you've got so much more. Or could if you find out just who you are truly. I want to get to know you and help find out who you are. Together. A journey we can both take because even now I'm still finding new things about you everyday. The way you breathe when we're together, the way you kiss, all of those little things that actually count. I know you have responsibilities to the kids and I accept that. I was hoping one day I could be a part of that side of your life because I care."

Balthazar felt tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. What had to be said was said. Would Jack run? Probably. Who could blame him. The angel just felt powerless for his lover to see his feelings any other way. He allowed his gaze to linger on the floor for a moment before glancing back up at his distraught lover.

[apocalypsejack]

"You're not listening." Jack snaps as the emotions get the better of him. "There's noone to find. It's gone. Who I am is gone, Balthazar. All there is is this personality I made up to keep from..."

Memories rush back of the man auctioning him off when he escaped. Halloween Jack was made up to stop the people trying to buy his virginity, that probably wasn't real but since he didn't remember. There's the horror there in his expression as he remembers all the people groping at him to see if he was worth the current bid. He's pinned in place, Terrified.

"It sounds like you're more in love with who you want me to be than who I am now." The pain is there and fear. Jack isn't sure he wants to give up who he is now that he knows there isn't anything else. It's only Halloween Jack and any notion that there was someone else to find, someone other that Jack was gone. Something snaps in Jack and he yells at Balthazar full of pain and anger. "You're too fucking worried about who you want me to be that you didn't even notice I made room in my life for you. I give up clients, and survival and time with my kids and my friends and the people who need me to be here and all you can do is demand I give more.. that I give up who I am to satisfy your wants."

[angelic_asshole]

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.

[apocalypsejack]

"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.

[angelic_asshole]

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.

[apocalypsejack]

"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?"

[angelic_asshole]

"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.

[apocalypsejack]

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.

[angelic_asshole]

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.