[party post]

[eyething]

Who: Anyone & everyone who'd come to the bar
Where: Damon's Bar
When: All of December-January. Feel free to come back as often as you want.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Just another two months at Damon's bar full of the day-to-day drinking, advice giving, and more drinking for those in need. There are also special nights like Speed Get-to-Know-You and Trivia Night and Karaoke night. Use the top-levels for all your bar needs. Tag around. Profit!
The Story:

Damon's bar has been up and running for approximately six months. Have you come by yet? If not, you should. There's no age requirement for entry (or for having a drink really) given the special nights can interest people of all ages.

The bar has a full staff. There's a kitchen in the back where food's made fresh. There's something special about it being made for you by actual hands, right? In the corner, there's a jukebox playing quietly to not disturb the atmosphere, but you can feel free to dance if a good tune comes on. Sometimes the jukebox acts up. You try to choose one song, and the jukebox decides that it has a better idea of a song that reflects your mood/current situation more. There's no changing channels when it does this.

Inside the bar, there's pool and darts to enjoy. Drag someone new over for a game, challenge a friend, or make up your own rules. Just don't toss a dart into someone's hair.

There are special nights ranging from Karaoke Night to Trivia Night. You've probably heard about them. They're listed up on a board outside of the bar, but also advertised on the network. This month is the first time the bar will be trying a Speed Get-to-Know You event. It's like Speed Dating but for everyone (whether someone wants a date or a friend or a frenemy).

Because it's the holiday season, there are some minimalist festive decorations up and around including mistletoe (so watch out). Damon's not a huge fan of the holidays, but there will be some festive drinks offered for the next two months.

Comments

[mucked]

As plays go, it's at least cleverish. Scratch the surface, however, and Peggy might confess she's more than once let a plan's success hinge on whether or not the whole world either underestimated her or ignored her altogether. Truth is, most of the people in this room either barely know her or don't know her at all; they've go incentive to care about whether she's here, whether she's not, whether she's breaking anyone's rules.

But then there's Rip. He's paying attention. She's made certain of it -- although she supposes it's entirely possible the extra effort might not have been necessary. A bit of pageantry has gone into all of it: from dress to book to bookmark. Her approach; her words; her protests the night before.

The night before. He does a fine job of conjuring that to mind the very moment he speaks. Somehow, Rip says, and she watches him with thinly veiled pique. No, he won't go reaching for the easy out -- and it's got nothing to do with snitching or not snitching.

Even so, it's not the end of it. So she takes a step back -- disengaging.

"Good luck, Mister Hunter. I suspect you'll need it."

Oh, she hopes he will.

[directed]

Oh, indeed she does have his attention; Rip would likely spend the rest of the night almost shamefully distracted thanks to her words and her dress and the traces of her perfume, left lingering wherever she chooses to curl up and rest. Necessary or not, it all goes quite appreciated, and when Peggy steps back it takes a great deal of effort on his part not to let his eyes roam her body rather openly.

But they are still in public--even if Peggy's assumption about no one caring too much over what they do holds.

"I suspect you'll ensure I do." He retorts when she offers him luck, pointing out in his own way that what had promised to be a mundane if still enjoyable night has now shifted into something new thanks entirely to her efforts. But neither of them should dawdle. Rip picks up a book without giving much thought to it's cover, then with a slight nod towards his opponent for the evening? He heads off to find a chair to claim, and a wine to sample while he turns through the pages, waiting all the while for whatever opportunity he might find before the night ends.