Mille 011 - KICKING OFF THE 20'S THE RIGHT WAY!

[prettyhazknight]

Who: Mille AND THE WHOLE OF SOMARIUM
Where: MAMA MILLE'S SPEAKEASY
Style: I'll open this in third but everything else will be in first!
Status: OPEN TO ALL MILLE'S VICTIMS...I mean

Comments

:Db

[foundaprincess]

[Eugene throws himself onto one of the bar stools and greets the bartender with a heady grin]

Anything that won't bring me down too hard, Des. I've got a few people to meet later.

[failssassin]

[Desmond looks up at the familiar nickname and gives Eugene, one of the most regular customers at Mille's a small teasing smirk]

In that case, I should probably serve you water on the rocks.

[Despite his words, the bartender reaches for a bottle of their cheapest beer. Not only it's the lightest thing they have, it's also not that expensive, seeing as Desmond is pretty sure Eugene is going to run off without paying for it. Not that he mind, the man is entertaining enough to warrant a free drink once in a while]

[foundaprincess]

What? That's no fun! Don't be such a wet blanket, Des.

[His voice adapts a quality that is two parts teasing, one part gentle - his "schmooze mode" voice, if you will. Talking to Desmond was fun; the guy knew how to take a joke and threw some out in return. Eugene always made sure to stop by for a chat and maybe a free drink of two whenever he was in the club.]

[failssassin]

[There's an amused smile lingering on his lips as he slides the beer in front of Eugene]

Well, I wouldn't want to be held responsible for your misbehaving, 'Gene.

/edit 2 orz

[foundaprincess]

[he peeks at the bottle's label]

And yet here you are, supplying me with this poison. [a sneer] Are you purposely giving me the dirtiest of the dregs? Me, your favorite customer?

You've been spending too much time with Lari XD

[failssassin]

[Desmond crosses his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow, trying to school his features to a stern expression, though mirth still dances in his eyes]

You'd get something better if you'd actually paid for it.

Clearly |D

[foundaprincess]

Oh please, my tab isn't that bad.

[takes a sip, gags a little, and slumps forward with a chin in one hand as he examines the bottle with a forlorn expression on his face. Le Sigh.] This tastes like dog piss.

[Pity him, please.]

[failssassin]

Oh? You think so?

[Desmond reaches underneath the table and takes out a rather thick stack of papers clipped together]

Anymore and I might be able to use it as a book press.

And I probably shouldn't be asking on how you know what dog piss tastes, 'Gene, should I?

[Fine. The bartender moves to get a glass of tomato juice for Eugene, before the man breaks out 'the Smolder'.]

Here, this should help with the after taste.

[Okay. Maybe Desmond is still humoring him.]

[foundaprincess]

[You do not deserve the smolder, Des. Not when you keep breaking his heart like this.]

I have never seen that stack of papers in my life! [he says with a gaspeth!] Do you keep it under there all the time, Des? With all that alcohol? What if someone decides to drop a cigarette bud back there? This whole joint could go up in flames!

[a stern finger wag in your direction, you naughty, naughty bartender.]

I think I'll have to bring this up with your boss.

[and next an eyebrow-raise that is entirely devoid of humor]

That and this really bad habit of yours for baiting your customers. I am beginning to believe that you just use me to draw in more customers, Des.

[after all, he is a hot guy and you are a somewhat adequately good-looking bartender so the combined awesome draws the ladies in.

Think about it. It makes sense.

Meanwhile, Eugene waxes dramatic:]

If this is all our friendship means to you then I'm sorry but our little tête-à-têtes will have to end.

[failssassin]

[Oh, don't be so susceptible, Gene. Desmond rolls his eyes playfully]

You would have seen before if you'd actually ask to pay for it.

[The bartender raises an eyebrow, amused as he crosses his arms over his chest.]

Please do. I'm sure Mama would love this see this increasingly long debt be paid in full.

[Desmond answers to Eugene's stern look with a tilt of his head before he nods to the crowd behind the thieft]

I had no idea that men were your fancy, Gene. [After all, 99% of his customers have the Y chromosome.] And perhaps you would bring more clientele to Mille's if you actually take on a dance number right before Naomi. I'll make sure to slip a word about this to Draco.

[Oh Gene, why so easy to tease? The bartender chuckles lightly]

Please, you wouldn't survive a minute here without me!

[Actually, you wouldn't even get in if it wasn't for Desmond not letting the doormen know about your debt or the trouble you raise when you're drunk.]

[foundaprincess]

[Eugene would sooner finish an entire carton of the dog piss drink than admit that Desmond is right about that last bit.

But he is so very right. The other bartenders just don't get him the way Des does. /sigh

Okay, a smile of forgiveness for the man behind the bar, and then a joking reply:] Is it me with the thing for men or you? Because I get this feeling that the sight of me up on that stage will give you more thrills than you care to admit...

[aaand with a grimace at the Tab of Doom:] All things considered, it looks like I'll have to take up another job just to pay up that monstrosity.

[failssassin]

[That smile of forgiveness is expected because the bartender knows he's right. Desmond makes a playfully grimace at Eugene's implication about him liking the other male.]

I'm sorry Gene, but you're really not my type. And I definitely prefer blonds over brunettes.

[Desmond reaches over to pat the other man, a small look of empathy on his face]

Well, I know Mama is searching for a night janitor. You can always talk to her about it?