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[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus, who is unhappily coming down from his latest high, stumbles into the bar. Unhappily, because the first ghost that found him as the drugs faded away can't be older than, like, what, five? Six? Hell if he knows, he isn't really a kids sort of person. Stumbles, because it is cold as balls out there and his outfit, while adorable (you know he can rock a sparkly midriff-baring shirt and a pair of leather pants like a boss) isn't quite up to the weather, and... well. He can't quite feel his feet. He's pretty sure they're there, but... welp.

"Nonononono, don't... don't cry, Christ, no, that's... that's horrible, ow, thanks, no, don't... awww, you're coming too? You could just... not?" He mutters at what appears to be open air, wincing at the discordant blast of sound he's pretty sure no one else can hear.

Lucky bastards.

Buy a boy a drink?

Or like, many drinks?

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[abyssum_invocat]

"It's too cold to be without a coat," says Sinthia, quietly, having noticed Klaus' entrance.

She herself, though it isn't nearly as cold in the bar, is in a soft pair of worn jeans and a sweater, already taking the outer layer off to offer Klaus. Clothes sharing seems unimportant between the two of them, already taken mostly for granted.

"Hi."

[skyhigh_seance]

"H-hey, hi." Klaus doesn't question the offered clothing, just shucks it on without much care to how well it goes (or doesn't) with his current outfit, savoring the residual body heat. "Having fun?"

[abyssum_invocat]

It's a faded, muted gray, so at least in her eyes it goes with everything: she is left in black again, but it's a less menacing black than she habitually wears.

"Hi," she repeats with a little smile and a shrug. "I don't know.

[skyhigh_seance]

"Suppose that's better than 'no'." Klaus decides, pointedly looking just about everywhere in the room except at the bit with the ghost kid in. After a moment of pretending that he doesn't need some chemical aid, he sidles around the Bar to peruse the shelves.

[abyssum_invocat]

"I have the vodka," she says, lifting the bottle up. She has that and the bottle of apricot schnapps as well, though the latter and her shot glass stay obediently on the table.

But she remembered he liked, or at least drank, vodka before. It's one of the fairly few clear memories she retains, though she doesn't yet have anything, any rubric, to make sense of them with. "And Marillenchnaps if you like that." Her voice is soft, as if not frequently used--it isn't--but steady.

Room for more?

[onceaviking]

Someone is at the bar.
Someone disinclined to care about other people's problems but also someone who is in favour of bared midriffs and bad decisions.

No heartbeat.
No pulse.
Not a ghost.

He's wearing a tight black tank top, tight black jeans, and black leather boots.
It's a Look.

Always

[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus eyes the tall hunk of Scandanavian goodness as he rounds the bar, on the hunt for something decidedly alcoholic.

"Hey there handsome, haven't seen you around before."

Re: Always

[onceaviking]

"I've been on a sabbatical," Eric replies, deadpan. " But I'm back now."

And then he smiles.
Rakishly.

"Hi."

There's a hint of Scandinavia in his voice, but mostly he just sounds American.

Re: Always

[skyhigh_seance]

"And look, you've been rewarded with little ol' me." Klaus grins, curtsying for a moment, his hands under his chin.

Yeah, he knows he's cute. It's gotten him out of a lot of trouble.

Into more trouble, but that's beside the point. So far beside it.

Re: Always

[onceaviking]

Eric leans on the bar.
Looming.

He's got firm stands on users and the relative shitty quality of their blood, but it's nice feeling like himself again. So he'll ignore that for now.

"And you're newish?"

Up close his blue eyes are red rimmed.

[splash_of_blue]

[OOC: So, uh. Two questions! 1. Is this post still open for tags? 2. If the answer to 1 is yes, is it okay if I tag with McGonagall here, or would you rather finish the old thread, or...? <3 <3 <3]

[skyhigh_seance]

(OOC: 1. Yep, totally open, forever, for I am slow and also overly fond of this doofus, 2. Definitely yes, because McGonagall is awesome, but also okay continuing old thread because see note re: slow and also prone to missing emails or doing both because that means more McGonagall and I'm in favor. <3!!)

[splash_of_blue]

[OOC: In that case, totally up to you! It's your tag on the old thread, if you wanna do that one, or I can tag with her here, or... BOTH MWAHAHAHA. Because I too am extremely fond of both Klaus and McGonagall. <3]

[skyhigh_seance]

(OOC: Why not both! :D And oops, totes didn't see the notification for the old thread. Wiiiiin...)

[splash_of_blue]

[OOC: Your wish is my command! *lovingly pushes the mostly responsible adult at Klaus* <3]

[splash_of_blue]

[OOC: Sorry for the delay in tagging back! I've been in London all week for work. <3]

[lionlike_tabby]

"I can't help but feel that this isn't healthy," McGonagall remarks, getting to her feet at the sight of (at the state of) him.

"You look freezing, Klaus."

And she speaks as the veteran of more Highland winters than she cares to admit to.

[skyhigh_seance]

"Hey, just the coolest cat you know." Klaus covers his startlement with a wide smile and spread hands (HELLO, GOODBYE). "The sacrifices made for fashion, right?"

[lionlike_tabby]

"If I cared about fashion," she says, very dryly, "I'd wear a great deal less red tartan."

It looks good, okay. And it's thematically appropriate!

She pulls her wand from up her sleeve with a flash of red - the lining is the aforementioned tartan. "Would you like to warm up?"

[skyhigh_seance]

"Nothing wrong with tartan." Klaus hurries to assure her. "Very hipster-chic. Just not my scene, you know?"

The ghost screeches, and he does his best to suppress the responding flinch.

"But the uh... warming thing, it won't be like the sobering thing, right?"

[lionlike_tabby]

"Absolutely not." She shakes her head firmly. "I wouldn't dream of doing that to you without warning you first - and making sure I had your permission."

There's a word for the kind of people who don't. And, if she has anything to do with it, quite a lot of hexes.

[they_see_me]

Klaus stumbles both into the bar and, as it turns out, into a small orange and white droid as well.

Oops, sorry!

BB-8 trills at him... and then pauses, tilting his eyedome back - then tilting his whole body back - to look all the way up at him. Alllll the way up at him.

Is he okay? He doesn't look okay. Does he need a Person?

[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus,recovering his balance, blinks down at the robot in bemusement. Then he sinks down on his haunches to get a better look.

"Well hello there little guy, where did you come from?"

[they_see_me]

Oh, that's better, thank you. BB-8 was going to get a kink in his wiring, looking all the way up at him all the time!

He peeps at his new friend agreeably. He came from space, Klaus!

Well, more accurately, he came in from the Republic Starfighter Base on Mirrin Prime. But, well... space.

He gives Klaus his signature trill, then chirps a question. His name is BB-8; what's Klaus's?

[skyhigh_seance]

"Oh, I'm from, uh..." There's a pause, as he considers how honest to be with a robot. He's pretty much always perfectly honest with the one robot he knows, but that's mom. That's different.

"I mean, have you ever been to Earth?"

No, not even the narration knows why he still expects to understand the answer.