The first drink is free; the second will definitely cost you

[vexingmesmer]

[ The Morrigan Formerly Known As Vex. Doesn't that have a nice ring to it? ]

 

The heavy thump-thump-thump of designer boots sound behind the door, like someone trotting down the stairs right before it opens on the background of a dim stairwell.

Crossing the threshold is a man dressed in what is undoubtedly club gear: a iridescent back harness over a white mesh shirt, under a black frock coat. Well fitting jeans go down to said heavy designer boots that have rows of spikes starting at the toe and working back until they diverse before the tongue of the boot and trace up each side of the flaps framing it. This man is here to turn heads and make waves, especially in certain circles.

Vex stops, dark eyes opening a hint wider. He looks back at the door, and then turns to scan the bar again. Before one can say 'Dark Fae,' a grin has bloomed across his face. He bounces on his toes like a giddy little child, and sashays his way over to the bar proper.

Once he has a seat, he leans over and presses his cheek to the bar.

"Oh, love, I've heard all the legends, tall tales and scary stories, old as time," he murmurs to the bar itself. "So nice to finally meet you, Milliway's. You invited me in just as I ran out of my favorite Merlot! What a peach you are."

A moment later, Vex has spun in his seat with another glass of Merlot in hand, watching the bar with a grin on his lips and the satisfaction of a wolf that's just been invited into the sheep pasture. He lounges, back against the bar, and watches all the very interesting people mill about. 

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[skyhigh_seance]

If this is a sheep pen, Klaus is one of those off-color sheep that keeps wandering off to get drunk off the fallen apples. Currently he's sprawled on his belly on one of the tables, debating waffle toppings with a wairat who evidently has nothing better to do than listen to Klaus debate banana vs. strawberry with Nutella. His newly painted toes are drying as he idly kicks his feet through the air (his shoes long-gone at this point). His lace-up leather pants are on-point, his crop-top is a somewhat violent color of neon, and he's having himself a good time.

Baa.

[vexingmesmer]

"Bananas," Vex puts in as he leans over from his perch at the end of the bar. "Nutella and bananas -- potassium, the right sort of mellow flavor to accompany the hazelnut. Strawberry's too sharp, too strong."

The sizing up of the sheep has begun.

[skyhigh_seance]

"True, but strawberries have more structure, so there's a texture element to consider." Klaus protests, his dark eyes made even larger with a very fierce eyeliner as he eyes his new conversation partner. "And there's the visual element. With bananas, all you're ending up with are various shades of browny-yellow."

[vexingmesmer]

"Breakfast is only meant to have exciting textures and tastes if you're having brunch with someone you banged the night before and would maybe like to get up again sometime," Vex says, waving off the idea of 'structure' and 'texture,' with one hand, before he drinks his wine from the glass in his hand with the other. "If it's just you, you go with simple and tasty. Hence, the good firm flesh of a banana against a crispy waffle and the smooth silky feel of well spread nutella!"

[skyhigh_seance]

"I'm sorry, we support self care in this house, and self care means Treating. Your. Self." Klaus snarks, grinning. "Special breakfasts can be alone food too. Besides, everyone knows the best breakfast the next morning if you have a partner is a protein smoothie."

You know. Straight from the source. Best part of waking up.

[vexingmesmer]

Vex's grin gets wider, and he lets his tongue flick at his teeth before it retracts back into his mouth.

"You have a point, sir," he says, and nods. Klaus wins this round.

[skyhigh_seance]

"I mean, if you ask nicely, sure." Klaus smirks. "Hi, I'm Klaus."

[vexingmesmer]

"Vex," replies the mesmer, who is now sliding down from one seat to the next. This one looks like a tasty treat, and that's even before he takes a sip of him. Shucking's a filthy little habit, but one Vex indulges in on occasion. "Good morning, petal."

[wayward_sun]

Straight across from his place at the bar is a table.

At that table, a very good looking man in an expensive three piece suit is seated with a glass of Scotch and a considering look on his face.

Not so much in a 'hello handsome' way as in a 'what have we got here?'

The Devil is intrigued.

[vexingmesmer]

Vex, in his glancing about, measuring up the place as a veritable buffet, sees Lucifer and considers the potential menu this place is offering. But he knows he shouldn't. It's gauche to feed on a human in a waystop. Very rude.

Vex isn't above being rude, but for now he's playing it cool. (Which is good. He'd be in for a shock.)

He lifts his glass and his brows in a good morning to you too gesture, before he finishes off his first and only free drink in Milliways.

[wayward_sun]

Ballsy. Lucifer likes that.

(He is also assuming that this guy can pick up on the fact that he isn't just a random character, but he really ought to know better).

He smiles back, somewhat flirtatious, because that is his default really, and takes a ship of his drink.

[vexingmesmer]

Throwing caution to the wind -- because Vex is ballsy and full of his own sort of swagger -- he finishes his wine and leaves the glass on the bartop before he starts meandering in Lucifer's general direction.

Closer, he can get the sense of-- power. Maybe not human, then. But maybe not Fae, either. So many things in this waystop, and hopefully, this one is friendly.

"You wouldn't be part of the welcoming committee for this waystop, would you, sir?"

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer grins.

Definitely power. Absolutely not human nor Far.

"Not in an official capacity, no," he says. "I am considered very welcoming, though. I like just like it here.'

His grin turns to a wide smile. "You get all sorts here, really."

He sounds British, but that's not good real accent. Just like the face isn't his real face.

[vexingmesmer]

Vex's accent is Welsh, and definitely born of years of native speaking. His face is certainly his own, thank you. Sadly these are the few genuine things about him.

"I'm sure it does. We have legends; that all other waystops are born from this one, honoring the first of them," Vex explains. "We have ours -- it's just this? This is the original."

Or so the stories go.

[wayward_sun]

"I can imagine," Lucifer says. "It is something, alright. Right here at the edge of everything."

A pause.

"A bit heavy on the rules of course. "

Just putting it out there. Not suggesting that someone might not be into rules.

He is, himself, not super into rules, but X is and he likes her, so -

[vexingmesmer]

"Oh, I know. The waystops of mine adopted the same -- no violence, no business, and no sex where anyone can see," Vex says, waving one hand. It's so dreary, really. "My clubs, on the other hand -- far more rules light."

"I'm Vex, by the by. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

[lupintrois]

Oh, he's gonna have to keep this man away from Zenigata. And also Jigen, if Jigen ever shows up here.

Actually, Jigen can have him. Jigen deserves a nice thing once in a while. This guy's putting out big Count Cagliostro vibes, but the alchemist had been a lot more wholesome than most of Jigen's burly handsy 'friends' from his mob days.

"You look like you meant to head to the nightclub," he says as an opening volley, legs up on the table.

[vexingmesmer]

"I mean, I live above one I own, so-- yes, always," Vex said, grinning as he swirls the wine in his glass. "Every night is club night when you run a few. Something for all types, I think!"

[oldmancreed]

Ain't no sheep here. He notices the man glancing around like he fucking owns the place.

"The fuck you looking at?"

[vexingmesmer]

Vex blinks the very obviously feral man. Not sure what crawled up his ass an died, so he answers honestly: "My new favorite bar?"

[oldmancreed]

"You sure? You don't sound it." Creed's pleasant personality is full on display here.

[vexingmesmer]

Vex's big, brown eyes blink.

This one stinks like a shifter that's been dipping into the long pig regularly. Still, he's not afraid.

"I mean, it is very new but I'm sure it'll wear in eventually. Like new shoes," he says, crossing one leg over the other, designer boots agleam. "Takes a few wears to get comfy, a few more to be flexible enough to dance till you drop in, yeah?""

[oldmancreed]

He smells, mostly, like cigar smoke. Thick and cloying. "Figured you for a clubber."

[vexingmesmer]

'Stink' is metaphorical. Aura, vibe: he's got feral written all over him, like a Shifter who can't quite figure out how to be human again after he's spent too long hunting on four legs. Creepy, too.

Vex doesn't know what he is, but he knows it's probably not something he should attempt to tickle.

"I mean, the clothes do say 'I was about to crank up Siouxie and the Banshees, yes," Vex admits, unabashed. "But this is a waystop. It's different."

[oldmancreed]

"Yeah, it is." Bars he knows. Pubs he knows. Clubs? Never been in one and doesn't want to. "Don't put on any shit music."