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Open Bar Post for the duration of the event

Who: Anyone!
Where: The temporarily-relocated bar, now in a 1st floor tea room until the fifth floor becomes inhabitable again.
When: The duration of the event
Rating: ???
Summary: With the fifth floor being overrun by Silent Hill shenanigans and weird unfortunate afflictions, the bar staff has temporarily relocated to the first floor until they can return upstairs. Unfortunately, they're still cursed by the unfortunate truth-telling side effects. Drink and Tell at your own risk.

The Story:
The bar has weathered a lot of events in Wonderland, and will no doubt weather a lot more, but between the recent string of murders (Thanks, Dean Winchester) and the current vivid atmosphere on the fifth floor, everyone had agreed that finding somewhere a little less terrifying to get drunk was a requirement until things got sorted and back to normal.

Of course, moving locales doesn't seem to free them from the new geas of truth-telling that's seemed to invade anywhere in the mansion that nourishment is offered. That's not enough for them to close their doors, though. In fact, Simon's all for this, because he thinks it could provide some pretty ~~amusing~~ interesting revelations. And as he is the one most visible in the bar for the next few days, he could use some of that. Jo's still recovering from her attack and he might still be over-protectively fussing just a little.

He's his typical welcoming self to anyone who wanders in for some alcohol, however, always ready with a drink and likely some inappropriate humor. Delve into deep truths at your own risk, however.

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Cabin fever had hit her hard. Jo had never considered herself the type to lay low or hide when things got rough, but between how much needed to be sorted out concerning how to handle Dean and Simon's insistence on her playing it safe, it had been a little bit easier to reconcile herself to staying put and being patient, warding Simon's room against demons and instructing any friends she could get in touch with to do the same with hers. After a certain point, however, the part of her that always needed so desperately to stay active and work herself through whatever it was that had her down had snapped and she'd put her foot down about going about business as usual. Normalcy and routine were important, and she didn't want anyone thinking she was running scared after one close encounter.

She's still at the bar when she gets his text, making a face when it comes through. "Really?" she asks of no one in particular, scowling as she prepares to message him back, although it doesn't last. Staying irritated with him was damn near impossible.

You're lucky you're so pretty. I'll be there soon.

She'd been about ready to wrap up for the afternoon anyway, leaving it in Cami's more than capable hands. It takes a few minutes, but the walk between the bar and Simon's room is much shorter than it usually is. She doesn't even consider how telling it is that she doesn't even question where he means by 'home,' but she turns up a few minutes later, shutting the door behind her when she walks in.

"You rang?"

I think you mean YOU'RE lucky I'm so pretty.

He sends the text off a mere few seconds before she calls from the outer door and his head comes up with a bright grin, anticipating her reaction.

"In here!" he calls out to her, getting up and waiting for her to come to him. Although he expects her to be a little distracted once she hits the bedroom door.

The text goes unnoticed for the time being, Jo leaving her phone tucked away in her back pocket as she heads towards the sound of his voice. The fact that he's waiting in the bedroom has her curious, considering how often she walks in to have him meet her or find him busying himself in the kitchen, and she has to take care not to trip when Jormy appears to circle her feet once before bounding off in some unknown direction.

"So what's the big surprise?" she asks half a moment before stepping through the doorway-- and once she does, she stops short, startled. Whereas the room used to fit the rest of the decor, what she finds in its place is something completely different, noticeably bigger and nothing like the rest of the bachelor pad behind her.

She gives him a curious look, caught halfway between surprise and a smile. "You're into interior decorating now?"

"The house helped," Simon answers, giving her a crooked smile, his eyes intent on her face as he pushes towards her, moving until he can slip into the space behind her, twining his arms about her waist as he settles in against her back, taking in the changed room with her.

"I thought, since you've been spending more time here, that it was time I changed some things to make it a little more comfortable for both of us."

Instead of just him. Which he hopes is implied, but he's never actually done this before so he's not exactly sure how.

Any more serious implications don't quite sink in, but he's not wrong, she has been spending more time here lately, even before he'd insisted she lay low. That was saying something, considering how much of their free time they had spent together even before admitting any feelings were involved, but she seems to remember a time when both of their rooms saw equal use, and that wasn't the case anymore. Something about his couch being more comfortable, that was usually the reason they agreed on, but the fact was that her room hadn't felt like much of a sanctuary to her for a long time. She'd considered moving in the past, taking a leaf out of Adam's book, but it had never really seemed like it would be enough-- and once she'd started spending the night here so often, it seemed like a moot point anyway.

She leans back, tilting her head back just enough to get a good look at him, trying to get a read on him. "I think you did a better job than I would have." Decorating wasn't her strong point, really. She'd never done much of it, opted to keep things spartan instead, simple. "You did this for me?"

The fact that of course he did begins to sink in, and she can't help smiling.

"I like it."

He smiles back, bending his head down to drop a kiss on the tip of her nose. "Well, yeah. I mean you're usually here so much anyway, I just thought... Well, the old one was a little too bachelor pad, yeah? I figured since there was two of us now, it was time for a makeover to be a little more comfortable in here for both of us. I can update the rest of it too, if you'd rather?" he asks, waving at the door that led out into the apartment, wondering if he should have adjusted that too.

"I think you've already done plenty," she tells him, comfortably leaning back against his chest in the process, letting both of her hands come to rest over his in front of her stomach. There might have been a few things about the rest of his place that could use a little altering, something to make it slightly more girl-friendly, but she doesn't want him to feel like he has to completely change his living space, either. If he got the bug to redecorate, they could always do some of it together if he was concerned about what she'd like, but at the moment it's still taking a little time for the dramatic change in front of her to sink in.

She grins, turning to face him and putting an arm around his neck as she goes up on her toes to press a kiss against the side of his mouth. "You really weren't kidding when you said you had a surprise, huh? I love it. The fireplace makes it especially hard to want to leave, I think."

"Well, that's what I was hoping," he answers teasingly, letting her turn so he could drag her close once more, smiling down at her warmly. "Considering I don't want you to."

He's not sure she's picked up on that part yet, that he'd intended this to be for both of them. If that's what she wants too, anyways. Not that he'd ever infringe on her independence, but he wants her to know she has a place here, whenever she wants it. With him.

Christ, when had he turned into a pathetic sap? Not that he'd trade this for anything in the world.

It takes another moment to click into place, for her to consider that he might be referring to something other than the fact that she's made a habit out of spending the night. Awhile ago, she might have thought it was assuming too much to interpret it that way, but that fact is that this whole thing isn't anywhere near as new as she'd allowed herself to believe. They'd just gone a long while without giving it a name. She pulls back just enough to look up at him, eyebrows raised in question, her smile turning cautious, just in case she's reading him all wrong-- but she doesn't think she is.

"Are you saying you want me to be here permanently? I mean-- move in?"

Just to clarify. Honestly, she might as well have been living there already, but her room was still there waiting for her on the fifth floor, just in case she ever needed it. Just in case something went wrong. Holding onto it had turned out to be a good thing in the past, considering the bad turns her previous relationships had taken, but this one--

She's just not so worried about needing something to fall back on this time around.

He licks his lips and shifts from one foot to another in an unusual bout of nerves as he lets his hands continue to rest on her waist, hoping he hadn't just hugely overstepped himself.

"I mean... well, yeah, if you want to. But there's no pressure, Jo, I don't want you to think that, but you're here anyways, so I was thinking... Well. It's here. If you want it to be."

Smooth, Lauchlan.

It's apparently just smooth enough, because her face breaks into a broad grin, caution forgotten. Really, the way things have been going, it's not so big a change, but actually talking about it, marking it as a significant occasion instead of something that had already begun to happen naturally-- that was pretty big, and the extra efforts he'd gone to were proof enough that this was something he'd actively thought about.

She gently places a hand at the back of his neck to pull him down into a kiss, almost content to let that be her answer all on its own, but instead she lets it break, still smiling from ear to ear when it does. She'd invited herself into Tom's living space back when they'd been together, when she'd thought he was normal and safe, but this was different. The fact that Simon was asking her meant a hell of a lot more.

"I'd like that," she says honestly, just short of beaming. "I like waking up with you."

His arms tighten about her waist as he keeps her pressed close, flashing her an answer grin that is all bright affection and pleasure at her answer - both the verbal and non-verbal one. He bends his head and steals another kiss, his tension and nerves bleeding out of him as quickly as they'd come.

"Even when it's at 6AM and raining out and I'm waking you up for a run?"

"Almost always even then," she tells him, still smiling as she clasps her hands together behind his neck. Even on the handful of mornings where she stubbornly refused to join him outside, he usually found a way to make up for the void his early rising had left. "You usually find a way to make it worth my while."

Not that she hadn't run on her own or with Sam beforehand, but six AM and raining could be a hard sell.

"I've never done this before." Her smile turns a little sheepish as she confesses, biting at her lower lip. "Not for real."

He chuckles and bends to kiss her lips, easing the skin free from the press of teeth to replace it with his mouth instead. "I haven't either. Not like this. Not all official like. Guess we'll figure it out as we go, yeah?"

He smiles, then swings her around until they can fall back onto the bed, bouncing on the plush mattress. "So what'ya think? You gonna be able to be comfy here?"

She stretches out once they hit the bed, immediately making herself comfortable as she props her head up with one hand beside him, resting her elbow against the mattress. She gives the room another once-over, eyes narrowed this time as if appraising it, but a smile pulls at her lips all the while, never fading.

"I think I could get used to it," she says easily, as nonchalant as she can manage, though it only lasts for a moment. "Fireplace in the bedroom. Very fancy. -- is that a bearskin rug?"

Talk about rustic. Not that she was complaining in the least. She looks back to him, grinning widely.

"It's pretty perfect. I like the idea of having a place that's ours together." Sappy as that might have been, but she wasn't nearly as hardened as she liked to pretend sometimes. "You could have a very bright future in interior decorating, Mr. Lauchlan."

"It is." He waggles his eyebrows at her with a smirk. "Want to break it in later?"

He leans in and drops a kiss on her smiling lips. "Of course I do. Just be happy I left out the neon, okay. I was tempted, though. Maybe hot pink. Yellow?"

"All teasing aside though," he adds, turning affectionately serious again as he lifts a hand to slide her hair back off her face, tucking it behind one ear. "I like having a place together, too. Just you and me. ...And the animals."

"Like you even have to ask."

Neon, however, gets a wrinkled nose in reply, even as she leans into that kiss. Teasing or not, there are some things that are just not meant to make their way into the bedroom, and neon is among them. The gym can be as obnoxiously bright as he wants it to be, but a line has to be drawn somewhere.

"Bring in any neon and we'd never be able to sleep, it'd be like having the sun at high noon around the clock." They'd be in constant danger of burning out their retinas. She smiles when his fingers slip into her hair, idly letting her hand come to rest over his wrist, undeniably content.

"At least as roommates go, they're pretty well-behaved," she reasons in favor of the animals. "They won't even have to adjust, considering how regularly you've kidnapped them."

"It was all part of my clever plot to get you here," he informs her, attempting to adopt a devious expression but really he just looked a little bit ridiculous. Besides, he knows better than to try and pull that one off for long, leaning in to steal another kiss from her lips instead.

Although ploy or not, he's still rather happy that it seemed to work.

"I knew you had an ulterior motive," she remarks, grinning against the curve of his mouth as they kiss, her hand coming to rest at the back of his neck. It's still surreal, to a certain degree, the fact that he'd asked, the fact that he wanted her here instead of leaving it up to her to take steps forward for the both of them, something she'd become far too used to in the past.

"This was definitely worth leaving the bar for, even if your texting manners could use a little work." She smirks, stealing another kiss for herself before flopping comfortably against the mattress. "I love you."

"It got you here, didn't it?" He's still grinning unrepentantly as he stretches out beside her, one arm still draped over her waist as he props his cheek in one hand, watching her with affection warm in his gaze.

"I love you too."

She raises an eyebrow at him, grin broadening as one hand comes to rest over his arm at her waist, giving it a gentle squeeze before she pulls closer, any thoughts of returning to the bar that evening now forgotten. "What do you say we get on breaking in that rug?"

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