OPEN-ISH? ⇒ VIVA LAS VEGAS

[recluserose]

[Amelia was never quite sure how her local bartender of Red Divine and sort-of friend, Libby Mendez, could rope her into doing the most outrageous things; first there was that bachelorette party with the stripping firemen (Amelia had to interrupt the performance when she discovered that one of them was an incubus eager to feed on the prospective bride), next was a mysterious masquerade ball in New York (which turned out to be a soiree for a large group of vampires-- that one almost ended nastily), and now this. Las Vegas, Nevada.

What was worse THIS time was that Amelia (dressed appropriately for Vegas nightlife much to her disdain) lost sight of her friend in the crowded streets of the city. A timely text from Libby, however, assured her that she was in one of the casinos trying out her luck. Amelia was left to explore by herself.

Of course nothing else could go awry on this night right? Then again, the Emerald Witch felt that a 'normal' night in Vegas wasn't exactly what she would be expecting...]

Comments

[recluserose]

I'm not that curious, but keep serving drinks like this and my friend might have to polish her bartender skills to make sure I go back home. [Said in a slightly joking tone, but it's kind of hard to tell, she keeps such a straight face 8|]

[griffonix]

No? That's a shame. I'd like to show you what we do here.

[recluserose]

[>.>;;]

That... Won't be necessary.

I am curious about a few other things though. May I ask about those instead?

[griffonix]

I can't promise to answer everything- a girl has to have her secrets- but very well.

[recluserose]

Was there a previous owner here or is this all yours from the beginning until now?

[Amelia developed a habit about asking about people and bits of their history. It's something she got used to doing with Briar when he was still alive; he was always curious, always wanting to know about others]

[griffonix]

It's always been mine. Its purpose has... shifted, I suppose, but it's always been mine.

[recluserose]

What was the purpose before then?

[griffonix]

A halfway house of sorts for girls of this... particular talent set. It still is, in a way. But if they want to use their talents, they stay. If they'd rather not, they're free to leave, but only after they know how to use their abilities.

[recluserose]

I'd say those are rather benign terms. I'm surprised.

[griffonix]

How so?

[recluserose]

I just didn't expect any of that. Then again, I've never been in a place like this before. Regardless, it's rather unique.

[griffonix]

The only one of its kind, in fact.

[recluserose]

How long have you been running this establishment? [Finishing off her drink.]

[griffonix]

Mm. Sixty years? Perhaps closer to sixty five.

[recluserose]

Well. That's just about how old I am. [Can't tell whether to feel young or old hm 8|;;]

[griffonix]

You look good for sixty. I'm pushing ninety myself.

[recluserose]

You still look fine yourself.

[griffonix]

[ a grin ] This business keeps me young.

[recluserose]

Could I have another drink? A Rusty Nail if you please.

[griffonix]

Sure.

[ brb makin' a drink ]

So, you're a teacher from California. Anything else?

[recluserose]

[Can't very well tell her about being from an alternate plane of reality where witches are just as powerful as wizards and she's considered one of the more powerful ones. Yup.]

Demons hate me?

[At least that's sort of a truth.]

[griffonix]

Demons hate everybody.

[recluserose]

I can't argue with that. [Said with a light tone since... Well, in her world yes, demons are mostly bad, but it was the smarter more powerful demons who were actually benign or at least tolerant of other species.

They're just incredibly pretentious at times.]

They pop up a lot where I'm from though since I'm the only one where I live that has a semblance of magic.

[griffonix]

Oooh. What's your talent?

[recluserose]

[Um.]

Mm. It's a bit hard to explain.