Pam (hvic) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-10-11 13:24:00 |
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Who: Pam and OPEN for partygoers so feel free to tag in
What: Fangtasia's grand opening!
Where: Fangtasia
When: Friday night
Warnings: A vampire bar in the projects? You betcha.
It was time. It was finally time for Fangtasia to reopen, and Pam was in a great mood. There had never been a doubt in her mind that her bar would be rebuilt, and that this day would come soon enough, but the fact that it was finally here was enough to make her happy. It wouldn't have been possible without Eric and those that had helped out and, while Pam was usually not the kind to show gratitude in the best of ways, she had ensured that her maker would have everything he wanted for the night. Girls, blood, alcohol - it would all be his if he wanted it. Pam wanted him to have a good time, just how she and Tara would in this celebration.
The bar's layout had remained the same, but everything was essentially brand new. Dick Roman may have burnt down the place, and it had hit Pam worse than she had ever expected, but obviously the fucker had made a mistake by even targeting this godforsaken town they now lived in. Now here they were, ready to celebrate and celebrate the right way. The alcohol had been replenished. True Blood, and blood from 'donors' were ready for the vampires that wanted to visit. In true Fangtasia fashion there was a stage for the entertainment, along with booths, and a dance floor. The lights - or lack of them - over the booths already provided privacy for those that wanted it, but Pam had added a little addition to the bar. Along the corridor leading towards the back, there were small rooms that were no bigger than fitting rooms in shopping malls for those 'donors' that wanted to do some bloodletting in private. Because who knew, right? Better be prepared. Pam was not the world's most discreet person, but she knew that some of the visitors of the bar could be. She was generally not very accommodating, and could care less about keeping appearances, but chalk it up to the good mood of the idea of having her bar again. During the last few weeks that the bar had been closed, and then reconstructed, life had gotten dull. Not boring, because she and Tara kept finding ways to keep themselves busy, but Fangtasia had somehow become a part of their lives. Not in a bad way, at least not for Pam, and she was just so fucking glad that it was back.
By nightfall the music was already thumping, and the vampires hired to service the door and the bar were put to work. People were coming in ready to celebrate, and Pam just had a smug look on her face as she strolled through the bar like a queen in her domain. Her pumps were new, and so was the red minidress that she had on. Her hair and make up were immaculate, and she just shot a nod of satisfaction in Tara's direction. Tonight her progreny was completely free from bar duty, because she had promised her that they would celebrate and fucking party, and they would.
This kind of promise, Pam was more than happy to keep.