First entrance.

[scarred_grin]

[OOM: All in a day's work. Small warning for language and a bit of glossed-over sexual content.]

--already bracing herself for an agony that does not, somehow, arrive.

(The woman: a lean redhead of just-above-average height, in a little black dress perfectly suited to a night out with the cultural elite)

The door closes behind her, and she stands perfectly still for a moment, looking around. It seems unlikely that a bar this big could be hiding inside a building like the one she'd ducked into, and it's not like they need speakeasies anymore so bars aren't often hidden like that, but you never know. If she had to bet, though, she'd say that was no ordinary door.

The only question is why?

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[7twistedwishes]

"Welcome." There's a woman in a black business suit over there, enjoying a martini. "Have a seat, dear."

[scarred_grin]

At least she's dressed well enough to fit in, with this woman anyway.

She can't hear what's going on in the cave, nor can she feel it. It seems her only existence here is confined to this one body. Strange.

So she moves toward a chair, and takes a seat. Acting casual seems to be as easy for her as it ever is.

"Thank you."

[7twistedwishes]

The woman smiles, widely so. "No need to thank me, really." And a hand is offered. "Call me Eshara."

[scarred_grin]

"Serafina."

She shakes her hand; her grip is firm and her nails well-manicured.

"I was only being polite."

[7twistedwishes]

The Devil laughs softly. "Oh, dear, you don't have to spend that on me either: I am not the type to actually be offended by anything."

"Your first time here?" Serafina has that firsttimerish air about herself.

[scarred_grin]

Good to know.

She doesn't care much about being polite, really, but it doesn't hurt to get off on good footing.

Usually.

"It is," she says with a nod. "But it's a lovely place. I can't imagine why I haven't come by sooner."

[7twistedwishes]

"Lovely? It's completely amazing, and also full of interesting people." And not so interesting people as well. "Milliways, the Bar at the End of the Universe."

"First drink is free, and the drinks are wonderful."

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Red hair gets her attentions as she smiles looking over.

[scarred_grin]

A fellow redhead can't be all bad, right?

Well, she can think of one she'd rather not run into here, but it's been a long time since she's seen him, so...

"Good evening," she says with a nod and a bit of a smile.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny nods.

"Hello there."

[scarred_grin]

"You look familiar," she says, taking a few steps closer.

Not in the sense that she really thinks they've met, but that when you've met enough people, sometimes they do look alike.

"Have we met? New York, possibly?"

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny looks at her

"I don't think so. I've never been to New York."

[scarred_grin]

"No?" She looks disappointed. "Somewhere else then? London, perhaps. I haven't been there in quite a while, though."

[changeinasnap]

So let's tally this up. Since the first time he cracked open a door that led somewhere it shouldn't have, he's run into:

three (3) of his siblings, in some form or another;
two (2) of the big tricksters on campus;
one (1) of the gods from his own world. (But it's the one who likes him enough to sleep with him, so whatever, no big deal.)

Call this the partridge in a pear tree, maybe. He doesn't know who she is, not even entirely what, but that indefinable quality is sharpening the look she gets from him, like flint struck on a steel blade. Sitting crosslegged on one of the barstools, he takes a long sip from his glass of Atlantean and studies her.

[scarred_grin]

At least she's more pleasant to study in this form than in her actual one?

She's got a lot of experience with that being-watched feeling, so while she notes it, she doesn't let it bother her. As long as it's not a hostile sort of watching, which it doesn't seem to be...

Well, maybe he knows what's going on. People are good for information.

"Fancy meeting you here," she says as she approaches. "I think you still owe me five bucks."

[changeinasnap]

"I think you've got the wrong guy, sweetheart," he returns just as easily, propping one elbow on his knee. "I don't make bets unless I know I'm gonna win."

Which is an easy feat to accomplish with an ego his size.

[scarred_grin]

"That's a pity. Losing now and then makes winning that much sweeter, I've found."

Follow a win far enough and it turns into a failure, and vice-versa. Lose the battle but win the war.

[changeinasnap]

"Really?" He cocks an eyebrow. "'Cause, see, I tend to think winning makes winning that much sweeter."

It's a shame he'll never meet Charlie Sheen.

"You go out and lose on purpose?"

[scarred_grin]

"Not on purpose, but I don't see it as a disaster if it happens. Nobody wins all the time, and if you aren't willing to take risks..."

She shrugs lightly. "I don't worry. Things have a way of working out."

[killitwithfire]

The door opening is always worth at least a look, as far as Axel's concerned. Just in case.

...Well. It's not anyone he knows, but his eyes linger for a few moments longer than they otherwise might. It's not often he sees hair as red as his own.

[scarred_grin]

It's a good color. And sometimes (but not always) it serves as a warning beacon.

(It usually is, in her case.)

"Evening," she says, giving a polite nod as she tries to get her bearings.

[killitwithfire]

It's the best colour.

"Yo." He gives her a bit of a wave. "Y'look a bit lost."

[scarred_grin]

"I think I may be," she admits. "At least, I can't say as I've ever been in here before--it looks nice, though. Very warm. Love the colors."

And a certain window catches her attention for a moment. She likes what she sees.

[killitwithfire]

Axel follows her gaze for a moment.

"Yeah, it's a great place. The bar's called Milliways, and we're at The End Of The Universe. The first drink's on the house," he adds after a beat.

[scarred_grin]

"Ooh, drinks and everything? You just said the magic words."

The window is all but forgotten, as Axel gets her full attention.

"Why would you put a bar at the end of the universe?"