[OPEN] March Post

[catphishing]

Guilty Pleasures
March (alternate Fridays), open to all.

[There are closer bars for him to be visiting after work. His colleagues have even invited him to one. Instead he's here. Alone. Not for the strippers (though from the way he keeps looking at them from the corner of his eye it's fairly clear he's not uninterested), but because its location and reputation. He wants to make friends. Connections.

Which he would probably have a lot more success with if he could get up the nerve to talk to someone. He sighs, loosening his tie even further and summoning the bartender to order himself another Maker's Manhattan.]

Westminster
Throughout March, open to all.

[Since Oliver works in Westminster it's not unusual for him to be out on his lunch break in either a small cafe or a bench, weather depending. He likes to get out when he can, take some time away from his desk. Maybe he'll even get some time away from a screen, though he'll frequently have his phone out too, either texting or checking the Facebook app.

Sometimes he'll grab a coffee when he finishes, taking advantage of how many establishments have free wifi. He's not always quite done with the work day, just eager to be somewhere he's not quite so unenthusiastic about being. He doesn't actually have to be there to fix all the help desk problems. Some are quite easy to fix through remote access. Especially with a decent coffee and a fancy pastry to make the tasks less mind numbing.

Not that he's always working. At times the coffee's just a nice way for him to unwind before he has to face up to the crowds of the tube in rush hour so he can get back home. It's easier to catch up on news articles on a laptop screen in a comfortable coffee shop than it is on his phone crammed up against ten other people. Sometimes all he does is take the time to browse period dramas on Amazon, picking one out to rent for him to enjoy when he gets back home.]

Wildcard
Throughout March, open to all.

[Choose your own adventure! PM me or ping me at my plurk [technobabbled] if you want to plot something.]

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Guilty Pleasures

[falsify]

[Eammes has... Mixed feelings, shall we say, about this place. It's nicer than a lot of similar establishments, but it is also owned and frequented by vampires. Which is a significant failing on its part, he's decided, so this is hardly a joint he frequents. But the people who work here are gorgeous (even the few women on staff are stunning, he has to say,) and though they're pretty good at keeping their mouths closed when it comes to sensitive topics, the patrons are significantly less so. Find a good seat in a bar frequented by supernaturals, it's amazing what you'll overhear.]

[It's pure chance that he notices the guy looking uncomfortable a few tables over, having looked away from the stage to glance around the room, and honestly the guy's awkwardness is making him feel a little uncomfortable. And more than that, it's so distracting he can't focus on what the people at the table behind him are talking about. So, Eames does what any kind soul would do in this situation.]

[He calls over a waiter to order a dance for the anxious looking human in the tie.]

Westminster

[itsconceptual]

[God, she must have "new to London" stamped across her fucking forehead, for all her wandering. How she ended up in Westminster, she'll never be able to answer, but she plays it off well enough as aimless, curious wandering. As if she hasn't done enough of that in her life.

Can't find a job. Can't find the right tube station. Can't even find a coffee, though not for lack of trying. It's embarrassing. She tries to put on a poker face, though, because letting on about it would only be worse.]

Okay, so. [Sorry, Oliver, she's zeroed in on the cup in your hand, so she sits down right beside you on the bench outside one of the coffee shops.] I count...four cafes within eyesight. What made you choose this one?

Guilty Pleasures

[baisant]

[Jean-Claude makes it a note to pay attention to the crowd inside his club, to understand who is enjoying themselves, and who could be enjoying themselves some more. Which is what has him focused on the man in front of him. Watching as he fusses with his tie, with his drink, and do just about everything but settle himself into the club, into the atmosphere, into the ambiance or a conversation or for whatever other reason a person might frequent his establishment.

And there's only one thing to it, really. Jean-Claude saunters up to the other man, a slightly coy smile playing across his features as he settles into a seat beside him and leans forward, to get a better look at his conversational partner as he does. He isn't certain whether the man knows who he is, knows whether he is the proprietor of the establishment or not. But that doesn't really matter to him one way or another. He will find a way to slip it in somewhere if necessary.]

Are you not enjoying yourself, tonight?

guilty pleasures

[crowedthedead]

[Soeki had decided to try living on the wild side, a little bit. It's probably not the best idea for a witch, even a Circle Midnight witch, to put himself into the middle of a club where vampires go, but hey, Daybreak doesn't get to tell him who to hate, and he's relatively confident he won't be attacked and murdered. Relatively.

He casts the occasional glance at the dancers too, but as he makes his way to the bar and orders a straight whiskey, his gaze falls on the guy at the stool next to him. Someone who looks... relatively normal and non-fanged. Maybe someone as awkward as he feels, being here.]

Hey. Come here often? ...I didn't mean that as a pick-up line, I mean unless you're into that. But it's a legitimate question.

Westminster

[tearmeanewone]

[Congratulations Oliver, this park bench has a regular and she was not expecting to see you.]

[Elizabeth, messenger bag over her shoulder, coffee and book in hand, comes around the corner and stops like she's been startled. Usually no one's sitting on this particular bench because it isn't too close to the playground and it's fairly isolated, but she likes it that way. Quiet reading spot.]

[But obviously she's not about to kick him out, it's a public park. So she just smiles awkwardly--] Sorry. [--and starts continuing down the path. Slower, she's looking for another bench she might head for.]