Valora Leandra Bercarius (despida) wrote in deceptpercep, @ 2009-12-11 20:40:00 |
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Who: Valora Bercarius (Open to All)
NPCs: Unnamed Bartender
When: Week Nine: Friday, Evening
Where: Despida Luna, Elysium, Silver City
What: Val's on duty at the bar.
Rating & Warnings: PG-13 (will adjust if needed)
Tonight was Val’s night to keep the order in Despida Luna, the bar her father owned and she managed with her twin. The décor was that of a regular bar, lots of treated wood, walls painted a tan color, lights that gave off a warm glow but made more shadows than not. It was good, and the atmosphere tended to always be one that made Val feel at home. Tonight was no exception either. The silent tension of barely held in check violence, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, loud boisterous men and women having a good time. It was great, and there were only a very few people here that were not dangerous, and those were the pretty hanger-on’s that loved them a pair of strong arms. Dressed in a tight pair of jeans that hugged low on her hips and a tuxedo vest that acted as a shirt, tight and barely keeping her from disgrace, she stood at her post at the end of the bar. She had one elbow on the bar top as she leaned into it and a hand at her hip, next to her empty gun holster, were her 9mm glock usually rested. While she may not have had her gun, she was armed with her favorite hunting knife, two small kunai and a boot knife tucked into both of her chunky heeled boots, hidden by her jeans. “Here you go, Boss.” Val glanced over at the bar tender, a man a little older than she was. He use to be one of her best bodyguards, but he knocked up his wife and she was one to insist he cut out most of the danger and stick around home. Sad business that, she had been sorry to lose his gun arm, but at least the wife allowed him to stick with the bar. “Thanks,” she said as she lifted up the shot glass of Rum. She saluted him and then knocked it back before sliding the glass back to him. “Biting at the bit yet?” “You bet, but I gotta do what the little lady says.” Val rolled her eyes. Humans, was a pity they had such short lives and were so easy to kill. She waved him off so he could go back to work. Once she was relatively alone again, her eyes went back to scanning. Boys were getting a little rowdy at one of the pool tables, but she didn’t need to interfere yet. There was a damn fine blonde that kept eying her, but the man whose arm she was dangling from was not someone she was really tempted to tangle with right now, especially since she had to take a trip to the hospital last time. Finally her eyes came on a table where, wonder of all wonders, people were actually managing to play a poker game amongst the noise. She shook her head. She knew most the people seated, but not all, and from the looks of it things were going south. She pushed off from the bar and wound her way through the crowd toward the table. The group was very involved in what was going on, so most didn’t notice her presence until her booted foot came down on the table top. “Now, now. This isn’t a place for gaming, a fact most of you know.” |