<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/591f36f3c218069a0bee5284223ab8be/tumblr_mgpbyumLgF1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Spade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15693442#msg15693442)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Bar<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Tending to guests & friends<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White dress shirt, navy-blue vest & slacks, a tie that mirrors the ocean and a golden button holding the heart of a star.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jehanne, Araxis, Tatiana, Lucy<br/><hr/>It never failed to amuse Spade how quickly the Inn could go from quiet to full of life, seeing as time operated differently here than most places. One could leave their origin plane in the morning only to find the Inn surrounded by the light of a sunset, or vice-versa. It seemed that the time of day was entirely random, though perhaps inspired by the surreal barkeep’s mood. No one could know for sure. His brilliant verdant hues glanced up when he heard the door to the Inn opening. Embedded with specs of silver and gold, they shone like precious emeralds and his handsome smiled widened as he was greeted with the sight of a familiar face. Jeh was a regular and they often spent countless hours chatting about all sorts of things. It helped that she was one of the few guests who could keep up with him when drinking.<br/><br/>“Oy Jeh, you sure know how to make your presence known, don’t you?” he teased back at the woman as a carved wooden mug appeared in front of him. He poured her ale of preference into the vessel with one hand as another waved through the air casually, almost innocently, if not accompanied with the distant rumbling of her room preparing itself for her arrival. “I could never sell one of my regulars’ rooms, what kind of businessman do you take me for?” he chided her with a wag of his slender finger. She spoke of gutting him and he couldn’t help but let out an airy laugh, like a gentle sea breeze that escaped its natural environment. “Your room and bath are ready whenever you are.” Her furniture was fixed to her liking, and her bathwater would stay boiling hot for as long as she willed it.<br/><br/>Then, another arrival, a less familiar face though Spade could sense the man’s overwhelming presence with ease. The barkeep’s smile remained though, as if he knew exactly who this man was and what he was capable of. It was eerie how in tune Spade was with his surroundings and the magical energies that flowed through this place. But he would not discriminate against a guest, no matter how young or old, or pure or corrupt their intentions were. “Welcome to the Green Lion Inn, sir. Please let me know if there’s anything me or my staff can get you,” he offered smoothly with a respectful bow of his head. He could see the man’s hesitation but figured he would come around at his own pace.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the aromas of the Inn changed to something delightful as he assumed that his baker Tatiana was dutifully at work in the impressive fully stocked kitchen that sat just behind the bar area. She was skilled with her hands and with enchantments, and it was hard to choose from just one of her wonderful treats. Though he was a highly capable and powerful being, even he allowed himself to submit to the spellbinding treats that she made, shameless in letting them overtake his body for the sake of a good time. All his employees knew that Spade was quite open-minded and loving, and he was not shy about sharing these affections with others whether platonically or intimately.<br/><br/>Speaking of such affections, his gaze immediately turned to Lucy when she entered the establishment, his smile widening. Naturally, he did not hesitate in letting his appreciative gaze travel down the gorgeous Nephilim’s body as she strolled over behind the bar to where he was. “Yes, I just plucked it fresh from another universe this morning,” he confessed when she asked about the drink of the day and warmed up to him, slipping close to his slender frame. “Want to try it?” He did not hold back from going just a little bit further: his strong arm cradled her waist and he held her closely, as if keeping her tucked away from harm and to soothe her worries about his most recent hiring. “Hm, Akihiro? Yes, I think he’ll be fine here. If he tries anything, I’ll exorcise him from existence,” he reassured his lovely lounge singer with a casual shrug of his broad shoulder. He understood and appreciated her doubts, but there was very little this man feared, and a youngling (compared to him) vampire was far from one of them.