Joshua
Tell me if you'd like a different name ofc
Jack
The bar is fantastic. Thank you~

`The bar itself is a large wooden structure that was set in the opposite side of the large stage and dance floor, kept behind thick single pane glass that kept the noise of the dancefloor a soft, steady hum. Behind the smooth, ornately engraved oaken bar, were shelves stacked nearly to the top of the vaulted ceiling. Each shelf was stacked with bottles atop bottles of various sizes and exotic shapes, most would have labels applied by a manufacturer while others would have labels that looked to be hand written by an enthusiastic artisan of drink. The floor recessed a good half foot to give the tender plenty of space to store the more sought after drinks below and cut down on the use of the sliding metal ladder that hung around at either end it had been left at.


 Everytime the glass doors opened, music blasted into the near dead silent hideaway bar and alerted the bartender on duty to jump to task. It was lit nicely with yellow tinted bulbs to give the area a slightly different feel than that of the nightclub. That was quite on purpose from the owners of the establishment. They felt that a shift in environment would allow for a variety of clientele. Those that wanted to dance or watch the show could quickly get in, get service and then back out to the floor for further wanton enjoyment. While others could use the area with tables set for people to sit and enjoy one another's company over a few, for a more intimate setting, one could sit at the large bar itself on the leather cushioned stools and imbibe themselves in the many well crafted drinks and conversation of the bartender on shift.`
James
*Looking on at the lightshow infront of him, Yesui smiled to himself as he polished glass after glass. Setting each one down onto the bar and picking up the next to clean and inspect. His tail worked in tandem with his hands, slinking around the base of the glass to gently pick it up and stash it under. He worked diligently, each glass only in his hand for the exact amount of time required to look at the bottom, rim and inside. Then a quick wipe with a rag and it was set down to be taken up by the deftly moving appendage for storage, a side step, then process was repeated till there were no more glasses left. 

Upon finishing his opening task. The AuRa would pull a clipboard from a hook behind the bar, crouching down he would tap the tops of bottles with a finger, his mouth moving with silent counting, every now and again he would sit up and scribble a few notes then back down to take further stock. Once the lower stock had been updated he would vault up the long ladder on one of the further ends three rungs at a time, Inspect a section and write down the numbers he had counted on the clipboard that was held steady by his tail. He continued this, sliding down the ladder section at a time till he reached the floor then pushed himself along a bit before headding back up to the top to continue his extensive inventory.

Once finished completely the large male checked the pocket stopwatch, stopping it with a click of his thumb and clicked his tongue in a dispassionate manner. Hanging up the clip board he sighed softly and grabbed the damp rag, snapping it at his side with a loud crack.*

"An hour. Closing should take forty-five minutes then. I'm sure I can shave off the time if I moved a little faster on the sweeping and the till." 

*The horned man rubbed at the scales that adorned his chin and stared back out at the slowly moving stage lights. They blinked a few times, and the dull hum of the music began alerting Yesui that the crowds were begining to be let

In.* 

"Exactly why I need to hone this time down... More time for thought that way."

*The large Au'Ra had taken residence behind the bar, his fingers drumming rythmicly to the dull Thrum of the NightClub's music of choice. There was a steady stream of patrons through through the large glass doors, each were tended to by Yesui. His manners were always on point, nodding at the patrons drinks of choice and setting to the task once he had a hand full of items to prepare. Most of the time the drinks he made were easier, just a few of the choice liqours under the bar and a simple mixxer thrown in to break up the tang of alcohol. Everyone that came through was served in a timely manner and set upon their way back to the dancefloor. Some sat at the various tables waiting for their drinks, Yesui would see to it that he delivered their drinks directly to them. By doing so, Yesui had ensured the Club had an air of class that most didn't expect out of this establisment.
Travis
*Sora walks in the bar where he would find a seat. Now sitting down he finds himself on his phone not paying any mind to anyone at the moment*
James
*The tall Au Ra stepped out from behind the swinging door of the storage room behind the bar and stepped into the well behind the bar. His tail and hands worked in tandem to clear away empties from the bar. Tossing bottles into the garbage and lightly setting mugs and glasses into the soapy water behind the large wooden drinking surface. Yesui worked quickly, his face kept straight laced and looking for the next task. The horned male took wide steps, flying between customers with a certain grace that only the most diligent service providers could attain. 

When face to face with a customer, his tight lipped expression would break, flashing a bright smile and soft eyes, the amber hues glowing just a hair brighter than the dim lighting of the bar. Most orders only required him to stay on the ground, as Yesui has had plenty of time at the helm and knows what liquors are the current popular drinks. When an order comes to him that requires a more exotic concoction, he generally leaps at the opportunity, gripping the ladder and sailing up the rungs. His long legs skipped over multiple steps, pushing the ladder along the rails to the exact spot necessary before gliding back down to the bar. If someone watched him long enough. They would certainly get the feeling that Yesui loved his job.*
Burton
*Pushing passed the heavy glass doors with a bit of sneaky help from her wind magic, Pixie steps into the Bar. The use of said magic made all the frills of her dress flutter as she worked her way past the various patrons of the bar. Pixie has always had a penchant for entrances and wasn't planning on stopping now. Sauntering up to the bar she hopped into the air, her little wings fluttering as she stradled one of the many open stools in front of the bar. Tiny hands held onto the edge of the bar as she kicked her legs back and and forth, her feet not even close to reaching the floor below.*

"SERVICE SERVICE SERVICE!!!! YESUI I REQUIRE SEEEEEERVICE!!!"

*She gleefully squeeled, A giggle followed the demand as she rocked back and forth on the stool. She knew she was being particularly annoying to the bartender on duty. In fact they go way back, so in her head she was absolutely in the right to do so. Besides, the rush of customers had slowed to an almost crawl at this point and there really wasn't anyone around. She figured she wouldn't be scolded too roughly for it. As the large Auri male looked her way she would flash a large cheesy smile, outright ignoring the intense dagger like stare coming from them.*
James
*Yesui had worked hard today, the current shift was going smoothly and the patrons had their fill. He was feeling pretty great about his ethic today, nobody complained, there were no mistakes and the patrons had been tipping well this evening. He sent the supporting staff home for the evening figuring he could step into the back for a moment for a quick smoke before he felt an otherworldy breeze. The chill that ran down his spine was enough for him to recognize the light clacking of gaudy platform heels. Pixie... Of all the bars to pick... He turned just in time to see the little Alp vault onto a stool and immediately began squaking about service. Glaring at the lady he sighed, rolled up his sleeves and pulled a small metal box from his breast pocket of his vest, flicking his wrist to expose the butt of a cigarette. 

He stepped towards her slowly, reluctant to serve the little imp. Lighting his cigarette he took a long deep drag and put away the device back into its place before exhaling a plume of smoke right into their face. With a touch of impatience the large male grumbled a response.*

"So you followed me here, huh Pixie? There's no need for the snotty behavior either. What're you drinkin' tonight?"
Maria
**"I already told you, Mena. I do not want to collaborate again with that producer. He messed with my arrangements on purpose, and I have evidence- No, I don't care that he is the son of some tycoon. So? I am the daughter of Alazar and Jasmine Coreé. You know what? Tell him to either fuck off or get in contact with my lawyer. Either way, I do not want him near my studio. That's it. Bye!"** 

Alarah hung up and sighed loudly. Back when she had started her singer career, she knew that there would be a possibility of some rich boy wanting to screw her when she didn't want to. Both of her older brothers had told her from the beginning to stay away from that man, but here she was now. Probably suing him over purposely messing with her tracks to make her sleep with him. 

As she made her way through the people standing, the singer arrived at the bar and sat down on one of the chairs. **"Hey, 'keep. What's the drink of today?"**
Burton
*Gasping she cluched at her chest, feigning offence and snickered at his frustration. She adored seeing that glare and the way the corner of his mouth twitched at the mere sight of her. She planted her elbows onto the bar and propped her head up in her hands, gazing up at him with her large ruby-like eyes. Blinking innocently while she spoke in a sing-song sort of tone.*

"Awwe~ I'm glad I left such a lasting impresson on you Yesi-baby~ You've got such a lovely angry face~"

*She straightened up and looked up at the large wall of liquor, tapping at her chin as she ran through the list of drinks she'd been bought before. She hummed and started rocking back and forth as she poured through her options. She was taking a purposely long time as the look of agitation on Yesui's face filled her with such a warm and fuzzy feeling.*
James
*He puffed away on his cigarette, watching the Alp's eyes glance from the bottles on the wall to his face, back and forth as if to taunt his current position. Had they been adventuring together like they'd used to do... He'd have given her a solid smack to the back of the head. But that wasn't their role currently, his profession was to serve and he made damn sure he lived up to the role he was given.

The club noise from outside the glass wall is what drew his attention away from the devil infront of him, the sight of the woman brought a sudden relief over him. Yesui uncrossed his arms and pulled the smoke from between his lips, exhaling the last drag as he snuffed it in the ashtray under the bar. He looked back to Pixie for a moment, fixing the collar of his shirt as he dissmissed her attempts to get him upset.*

"You think about that Pixie... I've got better customers to attend to." 

*He moved over to the new patron quickly, Instantly his demeanor shift from annoyed to a calm servicable smile. His hands folded over one another and held at the center of his chest as he processed her request. It didn't take him much thought, responding in a level tone after clearing his throat a little.*

"Because summer is close by, I figure a good martini would be one of the better options. The grasshopper is particularly great option for the light mint finish."
Maria
A Martini or Grasshopper... As lovely as that sounded, she needed something stronger than that. **"Anything you could recommend that's a tad stronger than just a martini?"** She grabbed the tie that held her twists up and took it off, letting her hair fall over her shoulder. This whole day had been chaos, and the phone call with Mena from her marketing team completely ruined it.

This freaking producer was trouble. He had a reputation for scaring off female clients, but the way Alarah was, she just went with him since gossip wasn't always necessarily true. How wrong she had been for thinking that. That prick had harassed her several times, messed with her tracks when he felt like it, and occupied **Her** Studio to impress some date. 

And to top this bullshit off, that motherfucker now dared to mess with her arrangements without telling her and embarrassed her in front of her label. Today had been an important session for her, because it would have determined her next album release. Now, she had to wait for one more session to get the approval. If it hadn't been for her brother Jordan and his reasonable behavior, she would have shifted into a complete wolf and- Nope. Just thinking about it made her blood boil. Alarah grabbed into her purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She was about to light one when she remembered that she didn't know about the smoking policy of this place.

**"Oh, I forgot to look when I entered, but can I smoke inside here?"**
James
"Customers in here are allowed to do anything to their heart's content. By all means Miss do as thou pleases."

*His umbral eyes panned over her posture and general body language. The amber hues glimmered for a flash of a moment as he pieced together a better order to suit her needs.*

"Something stronger? Then allow this bartender a bit of leeway to craft you a drink that will melt away the stress of the day, guaranteed."

*He turned swiftly to the ladder and soared up to nearly the top of the shelves, his hands gripping two bottles as his tail curled around another. Holding firm he pushed the rolling ladder with a kick of his foot and rode it to the other end of the bar where he snatched up another bottle. Letting go of the ladder he sailed down at a heart stopping rate, slowing is decent at the last possible moment. Gingerly he stepped back into the well of the bar and placed the four bottles of unlabeled liquor onto the bar.

Positioned in front of her he began setting up the various tools of his trade. His tail assisted by grabbing the mixer under the bar and setting it topside, while his hands grabbed a large cube of ice and wrapped it in a silken cloth.*

"This drink in particular is a favorite of the high class Auri women. The wife of one of the greatest Gladiators the Arena of my home had seen, made it quite popular. Hence the name, The Gladiator's Bride."

*Holding the ice in one hand, he struck the silken wrapped block with his fist and let the now roughly crushed ice fall out of the cloth into the shaker and immediately set to work measuring out the unmarked liquors. Smacking the cap onto the shaker he gave the contents a few shakes before popping the top and setting the strainer atop the vessel. His tail sat a martini glass in front of them and he poured. The drink itself was blacker than night, seeming to drain the surrounding light around the glass. Before offering it to the woman, he reached under the bar and pulled out a lime wedge. Peel

Ing the rind off gently he tossed the fruit into his mouth and held the rind over the mouth of the glass and twisted the wedge sharply. The resulting citrus mist caused a reaction in the liquor, changing the contents. The black seemed to scatter away from the top of the glass, melting into a clear drink with a golden hue to it.*

"Do enjoy slowly, Miss. AuRa drinks are known to be quite the handful for those that don't have the constitution for the drink."
Burton
*Pixie had done more than enough, teased that man more than enough. Slinking around to the back of the bar her spaded tail would lash out and snatch up a handle of coconut rum. She giggled and held the bottle close to her chest as she floated towards the back of the bar, pushing the back door open as quiet as she could before running out of the Club into the damp night air of the alleyway behind, jumping into the air and taking flight.*
Maria
So she could smoke here? Neat. Alarah took her lighter and lit her cigarette, inhaling her first hit deeply. She didn't really listen to what the bartender had said about the stronger drinks. Just that Au'Ra women liked to drink it and that it was insanely strong. Perfect. She took one more hit before downing the drink in one go. Once she was done, she put the glass back on the counter. 

The cocktail tasted fresh. Was there a hint of lime in it? Huh. Not bad. Alarah licked her full lips clean. 

**"One more of this. Don't worry about it being too strong. I can handle a lot."** Thanks to her shifter genes, but she wouldn't just tell a stranger about her ancestry. She took the cigarette back to her mouth and continued to inhale the substance. Her manager would certainly throw a shoe at her, screaming at her if she wanted to end her career as a singer by doing something as stupid as smoking. Good that her manager wasn't here.

Alarah was aware of the fact that smoking could harm her vocal cords. Yet today, she wanted to forget about anything singer related. Without noticing it, she reached the end of her cigarette. **"Fuck!"** She quickly put it out, massaging her fingers. This day felt stupid, and now she burnt her fingers? Perfect. Just fucking perfect.
James
*Yesui watched with a newly piqued interest in the woman before him. The drink he had made for her was undoubtedly one of the easiest drinks to take down because of the nature of the liquors involved. A small smile picked at the corners of his mouth as he obliged her orders and set to work. His movements were mechanical, the exact same motions as the last. One could record him making this specific drink, overlay the footage and find little to no difference in the way he performed his craft. 

Again, the bartender tossed the lime into his maw, chewing gently as he twisted the rind into the glass and performed the color changing trick. Sliding the glass towards her once again, just before she had burned herself. Silently he reached under the bar and pulled out a glass bottle filled with a white substance, pouring it into a shot glass he scoot the glass towards her.*

"This is buttermilk, Miss. Dip your fingers in there for a few minutes. It'll help with the burn."

*His attention remained directly on her, though, this did not stop him from recognizing that most if not all of the other patrons were leaving. Thankfully the little runt he had been dealing with earlier had decided to bolt as well.*
Maria
As the man before her put both of the glasses in front of her, Alarah eyed the one glass with buttermilk in it. That was... Peculiar. With a raised eyebrow, she looked at it unbelievingly. **"Buttermilk. Helping me with my burn. That... Uh, feels like a waste for some reason. I'm sure a cold towel would help just as good."** With her healthy hand, she pushed the glass toward the barkeeper.

Once the glass was further away from her, Alarah took the cocktail and, this time sipped on it. 

This time, she could taste the lime and the sweet liquors inside of the drink. An approving hum left her throat. If she didn't know it any better, this drink would surely get to be one of her new obsessions. 

A few seconds of silence on her part went by before she decided to ask him a few questions. **"Is this place new? I'm in this area fairly often, but I've never noticed it before. Oh, and not to sound rude, but what are Au'Ras?"** Those were more questions she had wanted to ask, but oh well. Seemed like the alcohol did get to her a little.
James
He wasn't away from them, only turning his attention back to behind the bar. He was oddly impressed with how the woman before him had knocked back the first and rather pleased to see that the second was meant for her enjoyment. He wouldn't make it obvious, but he was also put into a bit of a worry. The drink he'd made had been no joke, He'd have memories of a time before his tending days. Shifting and moving around as he straightened up the area, from the corner of his eye he would drink in her appearance in short passes as he worked. The umbral golden rings in his eyes glimmering all the while. 

In the silence he appreciated the contrast of the bright gold accents she wore to her mocha hued skin. In another look he watched the gentle way she sipped at the drink, catching himself as he trailed down the slender of her neck to the fullness of her chest. He turned a bit, chiding himself under his breath for having such a lack of control while on the job but noted the small hum as credit to his skill. When she spoke up, he felt himself relax and put his attention back onto her own eyes as she spoke, answering her after a little bit of mulling over the question.

"This bar is actually relatively new. The club owner got enough guff from some of the higher elites that live in the city and want a bit of a more relaxed atmosphere with a way to get back to the party whenever they wanted. So. A section of the nightclub has been soundproofed and turned into this." *Gesturing to a large wall of exotic looking bottles behind him.* "My favorite bit is the glass dividing wall behind yourself." 

He motioned with a small wave of his hand over to the wall behind them, the lights from the stage and nearly packed dance floor was always a joy to watch when no patrons were coming in. He enjoyed watching the imbibed mingle together, cawing with their drunken laughter, fucking in the dark corners like little beasts or the fights that break out for whatever hundereds of

Reasons he'd been told. 

"There is no offense to be taken. Au'Ra are a very proud people, but never shy from sharing their culture or origins. Though, as funny as it would be to try and propagate the popular rumor of us being decent from dragons, it's just not so." *Yesui chuckled softly, covering the light smile that crept onto his face before.* "I do find myself homesick though, ever since being spirited away from my homeworld and wandering as I have... This city is a far cry from the desert plains I grew up in."