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Ally grinned, carefully, when Kaden gave his usual order. Glass in hand, she teased lightly, "Hey, you could've been adventurous and gone with something completely new and different. You might take me by surprise," she continued as she turned around and pulled down the bottle from the massive collection that lined the back wall. The ice clinked in as it settled and it made a very quiet cracking sound when she poured the smooth liquor over; a sound that only the pair of them could have heard.

The glass was placed in front of him, on top of a thin black coaster as was practice. "One day, I'd like to make you something that'll require a little paper umbrella when it's finished." She teased, of course, and leaned back into the position she was in when he arrived. "It's very mellow, actually. A big dinner party was cancelled last night, which would have been this week's most exciting night. Unless, of course, you're here to book a show?" Her voice heightened a little in pitch, a question asked with hope and the great possibility of excitement. Their shows were really good and he had a fantastic voice. The ladies swooned over him and the men that have always wanted to be in a band wanted to be in his position, behind the mic, on those nights.

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"Someone probably stepped out for a few. I think they were having a problem in the kitchen earlier." The downstairs could be an entirely seperate world from the restaurant from time to time and she only ever got a trickle of information and when it was especially quiet, muffled voices. If Kaden hung around down here long enough, maybe someone would be back when he was finished with his drink.

She smiled and propped an elbow on the edge of the counter, her chin to rest on top of her balled fist, lightly. "Don't think those eyes and that voice intimidate me, mister." Even with his little bit of a smile, he made Ally smile all the more. She was a rather cheerful person, despite the typical stereotype that all of their kind were broody and cynical.

"Finally! It's been so long since you guys have had a show around here, though I did catch you last one on the other side of town a couple weeks ago. Couldn't stay too long, my friend's tolerance for alcohol is, well, human." Ah, Jean, a waitress upstairs. Not the smartest woman that walked in but definitely one of the sweetest. "Not much has been going on. The Star Stargazers club is going to be meeting next week at the planetarium if you'd like to come. We're going to be talking about the expeditions to Mars."

In a hushed tone, despite the fact that no one was probably listening and they were already rather close in proximity, she confessed dreamily, "It'd be fantastic if they could know about us and we could go on missions to other planets." She was quite the dreamer, but she knew when she needed to be grounded as well.

"What about you? Anything new, old, boring, exciting?"

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"I love the way you say 'frouffy'." It was simply not a word that sounded as though it belonged in Kaden's vocabulary, and agreeably, not something that he should be drinking. Someone else brought an empty glass back to the counter and she made it disappear below. In a swift movement, she picked up his empty and refilled it. They could sit and drink for a long time, a vast quantity, before they really felt the effects.

"Yes! Come out, have a social life. They're actually pretty good to have, I've come to know. You can meet people, and if you play your cards right, you can have conversations. Lots of them, actually. Maybe even find a new interest or take up a new hobby." She never said anything in a manner that was meant to belittle someone. Sarcastic, yes, but only because she knew how their kind could be and he had a soul that was not meant to be locked away, even if his memory acted otherwise. Vampires that let time pass them by and willingly fell backwards into the shadows were sad creatures, and Alphonsine would never resign herself to such a fate.

Gigs were always good. "You should have tees made or something. Give away the first few at a show, get people to buy the rest. I'd buy one." She was a big supporter of arts she appreciated.

"Honestly, the most thrilling thing that's new would be, that I'm on the hunt for someone to paint a mural of sorts in my apartment. I'd really love something either with space or with the sea, the underwater life. I haven't a bone in my body that could create much more than stick figures--really good ones, mind you. But I don't think a wall of lop-sided circles and uneven lines is really 'chic'. Someone would think I have a marker to a child."

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She would be happy to have Kaden come with her to the planetarium, or any of the variety of places that she frequented. In the same respect, she would see things of his interest, if he allowed himself to have any outside of his music. But even his music was something that Ally greatly enjoyed, and had been a supporter of, since they had first happened into this club. "Thanks," she said in regards to the shirt, and thought a moment about what merch items would be easy for them to sell. Did he have a website? That would be something she would have to ask about later. There were plenty of students at the university that could manage something like that, if he wanted to have a webmaster. That was the appropriate lingo, right? Maybe she, too, would take a few classes in order to broaden her understanding of the modern-day technologies.

He directed back to the mural, and she have a bit of a shrug. "Enh, it'll depend on which one. I kind of want something... new." Ally snickered softly, because 'art' was hardly ever 'new'. "None of the extreme realism stuff, with the chubby babies and the blank faces. Why people want this bearing down at them," and she paused to give him an emotionless expression--another seemingly stereotypical vampire thing to do, "is beyond me. I might start close, first. Maybe advertise in the Towers. Know of anyone that likes to paint?"

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It always took Ally a little while to really settle down into a new place, roughtly a year's worth of time, and that is how long she had been in Seattle. Now that she was certain the apartment and the city were right for her, she would start adding her own touches. When it was the way she wanted it to be, once she had her vision worked out, she would ask Kaden to stop over for a drink and a look around. Every place she lived in was different, because every city had its own feel and she had her own interpretation.

If she could not find anyone closer or cheaper, then she would head to the local galleries. Some of them might even have something along her lines of taste. "Thanks," she replied, that he would keep his ears open in the even that anyone was into this sort of thing.

Her hands went down below the counter and she stood a little straighter now. She picked up the martini shaker and turned her back for just a moment to being to pull down the necessities. Behind Kaden, and further away at the moment, entered yet another regular, an older woman named Charlene, and she liked her martinis shaken, not stirred. "It's been steady. I try to be out of the Towers as soon as I'm able, and stay here with just enough time to get back before dawn. The summer's approaching." Summertime meant shorter nights and longer days, which was wonderful for the humans. For those of the population whom were restricted to the time they could be outside, or face death, the summers could be awfully long. Ally has heard of the months of darkness in the far, far north, but has yet to decide if she would really want to be bundled up for the majority of it.

"I might see what's in the underground, but." She shrugged lightly and then smiled brightly as Charlene approached the counter. The human had the faint smell of a tanning bed and had a bit of the leather-texture going for her skin; she was much older than she dressed, too. There were a lot of women like this in California and Florida, those hungry for the look of the young. "Good evening, Charlene. How's David?"

"Oh, honey," she rasped, her voice as such from decades of smoking, "he's old news. He just couldn't keep up with me." That was when she noticed Kaden, and her lips, painted in a toned-down pink, pulled into a smile. "Well, hello there. I don't believe I've seen you around here before."Ally rolled her eyes in an amused way and looked to Kaden with a little smile of her own. "Charlene, this is Kaden. Kaden, meet one of my favorite patrons, Charlene. She's one of Seattles socialities and only slums here when she's bored."

Charlene snickered and waved a hand at Ally, "You're terrible sometimes, Ally. But she's not wrong, sugar." She picked up her very dry martini and made eyes at Kaden--until another person called her back to their table.

Once she was out of hearing range, Ally gave Kaden a big grin, which included a flash of her teeth--only something she would do in front of someone she knew, and that knew her, or what she was. "Be happy she was distracted. She's a total man-eater and loves having young men such as yourself for her bedroom slaves."

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Ally moved back down to Kaden and rested her elbows on the counter. "She's definitely one of the more interesting ones. Char's had roughly eight husbands in her lifetime, which is how she's built her vast fortune. Really, she's slumming it here, she could be in ritzy places if she wanted to. She's probably had more boytoys than I have, and I've got your combined ages under my belt. But she's always got something going on, she's never bored. That's how I like to be, always doing something. Not necessarily a new beau every week, of course, but." She chuckled softly and shook her head. "But you've been marked. Really, she's going to try to get a good look at your ass when you get up. She's a thing for asses like granite." It was easy to just picture the old woman with her hands firmly on a nearly ancient piece of artwork in a museum, and then making a pass at the curator.

"You could become one of my characters," she jested likely. "You'd be like Elvis or something, the rockstar extraordinare. An Elvis-like quality would be good for you; when you make it big, you can fake your own death, and then impersonate yourself. That's true immortality, people masquerading about as they do with Elvis." It was easy for her to run away with ideas, but that was part of her charm. As she said about Charlene, she never wanted to be bored and she never wanted to slip away from everyone else, no matter how little her place really was in the world, it was still something.

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She laughed softly; ah, the hip shake routine. It was quite the scandal when he had tried to do that on television and Ally remembered it fondly. Every woman wanted to bed Elvis back then. His end was quite the tragedy. Kaden was, as he knew, intense with his voice, which was what first truly attracted Ally's interest. Otherwise, he would have just been another vampire with a nice face, as there seemed to be a terrible abundance of the attractive undead. Obviously, no one wanted to keep the ugly alive forever.

"How is it possible that you don't have a slew of groupies after you? Or do you, and you've yet to tell?" An eyebrow arched and she smiled a little again. "You're yummy, there's no point in denying that, and you have an incredibly voice. Are you beating them back with a stick or what?" The whole band was attractive, to tell the truth. Ally had been eyeing their drummer for some time now but she liked just being where she was, distanced, for the time being.

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"It's only a wee bit cheesy," she teased lightly with his confession. It was actually rather nice that he was one that really did it because he loved it. Ally had a suspicion that, of all the bands and singers that came through this club and every other venue in town, he would be the least likely to be a sell-out. Not only because of his nature that made them similar from the start, but because as he said, he really loved it. Seattle's history is earmarked with beginnings and possibly endings of eras in music or in the music market.

Ah, her flirtacious regulars; a grin spread over her features once again, and again only for a flash. "Well, you see, I let them get really drunk and then I drag them back to my apartment and keep them all locked up. I'm building my own harem." Her eyes shined when she said it, full of jest, and a fine eyebrow arched as she looked back into his. "If you aren't careful, you might join then. I'd like my own personal singer. You could wake me in the evenings by singing George Michael."

A hand went to her mouth, not in a rough manner but just her fingertips brushed over her lips and she giggled some. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me tonight. I usually don't tease so much! It's terrible! What sort of conversationalism is that." Then she looked at him, almost apologetically, before someone rose from their seat with their glass in hand. The man was a scotch drinker and she knew what he had ordered before, so she turned and went for the bottle before he had arrived. A lot of people had running tabs in here, and it was very easy for Ally to remember everyone and everything they ordered.

Back to Kaden, she gave an honest answer. "I've some regulars, yes, but..." and she gave a little shrug and her voice quieted. "You know how it is, hiding out in the open."

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Sometimes, her humor could be too off-kilter for some, and it came and went in these random bouts. There was something comfortable about Kaden's presence that she did not have the need to put up a serious or reserved front as she would when she might meet someone else whose first impression was less the "I'm lovable!" and more the "Fear me." To the end of the harem, she nodded, "Well, that is the general idea of it all." Ally could almost picture it, something out of the deserts that she had barely ventured into; beautiful men, beautiful to her as none of them would probably look or act the same, in linen pants, all with a specialty and she would choose whomever she wanted for the day on her big chair being fanned... Laughable, easily.

His anti-aging remark got her eyes to widen a little and she nodded knowingly, "Exactly! Especially Charlene!" It was problematic, sure, and if it got to be too much in one place, she just changed the venue. When it became too much there, too, then it was another place, and another, before she just picked up and moved to a different city.

"Mark might be back by now, but I really don't know. I'm not told very much when I'm down here." It was hard to listen for a person in the basement, even with her heightened senses. She picked up his emptied glass and put it under the counter, into the little sink that she would busy herself with once he had left. Another smile for the tip, and she pocketed what was hers and held the rest in her hand to go into the register once he had left. "Of course I'll be there--and I'll probably be working. But hey, people'll be looking at you as much as they'll be looking at me. Dig out that shirt and I can be your walking advertisement. Oh! And, if you have any flyers made up, or want them done, I'll be happy to put some of those up, too." She walked around a good bit in the city; she could get the word out and out far.

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