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Seeing an attractive man carousing, Brian sidles up. He doesn't exactly trigger his gaydar, but carousing is always fun.

Indeed carousing is fun, and all the more when others join. Cole turns to the new man. "Good evening."

"Evening. Your ice cubes appear a bit dry, care for a drink?" he asked as he eyed a wait rat. He hadn't been here long, but bars were bars even if the staff was closer to the ground than he was used to.

Cole looks surprised. However, not being one to turn down a free drink, he says, "Thank you, sir. That would be quite nice."

"What are you having? Wait, I think Bar probably knows," he said as he looked around the bar again. "Kind of a quiet place, isn't it? Been here long?"

Cole snickers. "You must not have been here long if you think this is a quiet place." He holds out his hand. "The name's Cole. Turner. I've been here a month or so. Time gets a little fuzzy here sometimes."

Brian took his hand and gave it a firm, business-like shake. "Only been here a couple of days. Although I've seen some unusual furry fetishists and fucked a... well he said he was a vampire, for the most part, nothing's exploded."

~~Being from a PG-13 world~~ Cole raises an eyebrow, then shrugs it off. "Just wait. It usually takes a few days before the real excitement begins. I was here, oh, a week before I mistook one of the endless for my ex-wife."

"Though, from the sound of things, you've already found a fair bit of excitement yourself."

"I saw a young man that resembled my... err... Justin. But he was fifteen. It went... " he shrugged, not caring to explain how that all went. "I suppose I'll see some excitement sooner or later. I heard there was a kidnapping, but... I suppose I had my back turned."

"A kidnapping, huh?" He makes a note to ask around about it later. "Well, lets see. Last week we had some monsters attempting to get through the front door. The explosion that finally stopped them pretty much woke everyone up. And last month we had a rash of extremely potent nightmares. Which may not sound bad, except they happened for days in a row. There were a lot of red eyes around then."

A sly smile painted over his face as he pondered what kind of nightmare he might have had. "Well, that does sound exciting. Although not really the kind of excitement I usually look for." He gave the man a subtle leer, but restrained it. The man said wife, and there was no real need to be rude. He knocked back his scotch and ordered another. "So, what else is there to do around here?"

Cole notices the leer, but politely ignores it. "Well, there's always people to talk to, and some of them enjoy giving tours of their home worlds. I, unfortunately, am bound here. So I spend most of my time reading. That, or writing." Thelling him that he was reading books and writing spells to try to get rid of his demon half might not be prudent at this point.

"Bound here? Hm. I'm not entirely sure how I ended up here. I still tihnk it might have been a bad trip, but someone mentioned that it can show up in your closet, so who knows. Perhaps the backrooms of Babylon has a portal to this bar. I haven't quite sorted out how to get back, it's been interesting enough that I haven't quite worked up the motivation to leave. Although if I keep hitting on straight guys there will come a need," he teased.

Cole chuckles. "Well, I'm afraid I can't do much about either of those situations. Though, if you're not bound, the front door should open to somewhere you're familiar with." He notices his glass is empty. "Tell you what. I'll buy you a drink in consolation."

"That door?" he asked as he gestured to it and smiled. "I have to admit I've been trying to catch glances as to where it went. Somewhere familiar to me. That could almost be daunting," he laughed as he set the glass down. "Only if you let me get the next round. So how does one get bound here? I know my ideas of what bound would be and I don't see nearly that much leather on you."

Cole nods his head in agreement. "I'm not sure of all the ways. I think some times the bar just chooses to bind people. Sometimes she keeps people here until they've learned something crucial. But in my case, I'm dead."

"If it's any consolation, you are by far the most animate stiff I've ever met," he quipped as he watched the drinks refill and sipped at his.

"Something crucial. Hm. I wonder if this is punishment. Trap me with sexy hetero men so that I can learn to have more than a five minute conversation. Or maybe I'm dead. Die young and leave an attractive corpse?" he asked as he raised his glass to give a morbid toast to that concept.

Cole can't help but laugh. He really can't blame the guy for trying. "Well, how about this. There's going to be a Cocktail party tomorrow night up in Mike and Indy's suite. I'd be surprised if you didn't find anyone there that suited your style."

"That sounds great. Although I don't know Mike or Indy, are these the people to get to know?" He was long past hitting on Cole, he knew that wasn't going to happen. But there was nothing wrong with littering the conversation with compliments, particularly when they were sincerely given. "Is it an open party? Not that I'm completely averse to crashing when necessary, but no need to make a goon of myself if it isn't."

Cole chuckles. "Well, Indy's taken. And quite straight. I don't know for sure about Mike, but he's a turtle, so you might want to take that into consideration."

"The way Indy related it to me, it sounded like it was by invitation but that people were allowed to invite others. Kind of a word-of-mouth gathering. I don't think it would be all to odd for you to show up.

"Oh, the turtle. Some people get really into their furry fetish," he said with an incredulous shake of his head and a quick sip to cover it up. "Kinky as I can be, reptile love isn't on my to-do list."

Holding up his glass, he examined the amber fluid and then finished it off and bought another round. "And there's a particular room to show up in? I'm giving consideration to bringing my... Justin back with me if there's a way out and then back in. A quick question... if you're dead and that's how you got here, do you know that before you arrive or do you have to find out?"

Cole give Brian a look. "No, I mean he's actually a turtle. At least, I'm almost certain he is."

"Yeah, Mike and Indy's suite is number [ooc]insert number here, since Mun can't find it referenced anywhere.[/ooc] upstairs."

"And yes, there was no uncertainty before I arrived. It was a very... exotic death."

Brian blinked for a moment and then looked to the side with his brows up. Actually a turtle? He'd ask but... sometimes you just don't want to know. He made a mental note of the suite number and nodded.

"Exotic death? I had planned an exotic death for myself, although I suppose Micheal Hutchence beat me to it," he said, smirking at his beat joke. "I'd hate to be rude and ask about it, but I wouldn't stop you talking. Well, I don't recall dying. That's good news, at least. And aging.... does that happen here?"

[ooc: oops! Yes, slow time is fine with me :)]