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 Meet Me In The Club, It's Going Down, @Connor
Christian Acosta
 Posted on: Jun 10 2017, 01:44 AM
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age: 34 occupation: Bartender organization: Fox's Fancy/Alkamia Coven posts: 10 gems: 300

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It seemed like there were two extremes at the Fox's Fancy; either they were packed to the walls busy and the night flew by, or using the term 'steady' would be generous at best and time dragged so slow Christian swore it ground to a stop. Tonight was one of the latter; it was barely ten o'clock and the seats around the bar and stage were dotted with only a handful of patrons. The bass from the song pumping through the club's speakers wasn't quite loud enough to drown out the sound of heavy rainfall outside, which was probably half the reason they were so slow tonight, and if the bored expression on the face of the girl currently swirling around the pole on stage was any indication, Christian was pretty sure she was making the same sad-sack amount in tips as he was.

Eh, at least he only had... ugh, five more hours of his shift to slog through. It was the kind of night where you actively wanted something to go down, something, anything, a bar fight would really spice things up right about now, at least he could watch the bouncers throw down, that was always exciting... Christian's wandering mind was brought back down to Earth when one of the cocktail waitresses came over and asked for a drink for one of the customers near the stage, and he obliged, robotically pouring vodka and grapefruit juice into a Collins glass, shoving a lemon wedge on the rim and wondering what old fart ordered a Greyhound at a strip joint.

"Thanks," the waitress said as she scooped up the drink, then smirked and added, "Your boyfriend's here, by the way." Christian quirked a brow, and the waitress nodded towards the club entrance, and his gaze followed suit, eventually landing on the by-now familiar sight of the Calpulli's right hand man.

"Oh, fantastic. As if I didn't want to bash my head against the bar already..." Christian sighed, and the waitress let out an amused snort, giving his arm a gentle smack before heading back out onto the floor. Eh, maybe Connor was here for a lap dance or something and he wouldn't even hit up the bar... Yeah, like Christian's luck was ever that good.

[OOC: I figured we can wing it for a bit, unless you want to nail down a concrete reason they're gonna chat, just lemme know!]
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Connor Hart
 Posted on: Jun 12 2017, 04:04 PM
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age: 42 occupation: Right Hand; Bartender organization: Calpulli; Akalmia Coven posts: 332 gems: 850

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Any time he had to show up to Fox's Fancy, Connor couldn't say that it'd be the worst place in the city to dip into, be it for five minutes or five hours. At least there were distractions between the women on stage and the bar, unless he showed up when they were doing a 'men only' night as far as entertainment went that he'd be more than happy to never see. Obviously tonight, he'd made sure that wasn't the case, despite likely only being in the place for a handful of minutes. Car parked out down the street, the witch made his way inside, dressed sharply which was of a fifty-fifty chance, depending whether or not he was 'on duty' to be handling Calpulli business compared to the handful of times when he'd came along in just a typical shirt and jeans. Tonight, it was definitely a nice button down shirt, slacks and a jacket that resonated he was here on Calpulli business, more or less.

Once inside, the man steadily made his way along to take in the area, always one for noting any possible enemies, allies, exits and anything else worth keeping filed away in his head. Considering who he knew was on shift tonight at the bar, it was no real surprise as the man started to come over the moment his eyes fell on Acosta. Glancing off to the main stage as one of the women was being announced and making her way along to the pole, Connor stood there a moment longer then started to make his way over to the bar. He didn't bother taking a seat, though instead settled in between two vacant ones, leaning an arm in on the counter top, and patiently waited to flag Christian with a pair of fingers in a half wave to get his attention. He knew he wouldn't be kept waiting for too long and took another survey of the place.

Once he had, Connor looked him up and down for a moment, as if getting a read on him both in body and in mind, as he was never one to take permission for either one, even when it came to the powers of telepathy. With nothing standing out that might have raised any flags, the witch settled a bit more at ease along the bar and jerked his chin to the bartender slightly. "Scotch, neat."

As the other witch moved about to make his order, Connor watched him with a dark, observant gaze at first and as soon as the glass was placed on the counter, taken into palm, he seemed at ease. "Seen a man come through here earlier tonight? About five-ten, hundred and fifty pounds give or take, light brown hair, brown eyes, tattoo of a bird on his arm?"

The witch took a drink, keeping his eyes directly set on the other man, demeanor entirely cool and collected, though that could all undeniably change depending on the answer that Christian here gave him.
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Christian Acosta
 Posted on: Jun 14 2017, 11:25 PM
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Seemed Connor wasn't just looking for a good time; the man was a familiar face around the Fox, and Christian had learned pretty quickly that the more buttoned up the Calpulli was, the more likely he was to get straight to business. Now, what that 'business' might be remained to be seen, and even if the other witch didn't hit up the bar on this particular visit, Christian knew he'd be asking around about what went down. What could he say? He was nosy. Came with the whole informant shtick.

The bored-looking dancer left the stage and the MC started to announce the next performer, which meant it was a good time to grab a refill, and sure enough a few of the customers who had been holed up near the stage made their way towards the bar. Somewhere between mixing up two gin and tonics and a Manhattan, Connor had saddled up to the counter, and Christian offered him a nod before grabbing a glass and a bottle of Johnnie Walker. Whatever files of his mind Connor's psychic fingers were flitting through weren't noticed by Christian, the only hint anyone was prodding around where they weren't meant to be was a strange feeling akin to someone standing a touch too close and looking over his shoulder.

In any event, Christian shrugged the sensation off, setting the glass of scotch down in front of the stern-faced mobster and idly noting-- not for the first time-- that the man filled out a suit quite nicely, a damn shame he came coupled with such a charmingpersonality. Case in point? Everything that came out of his mouth a half-second later. Christian made a 'tsk' sound and thumped his knuckles against he counter before replying, "Always with the questions, aren't you? Never a 'hello Christian', or a 'some weather we're having', or an 'insert other civil nicety here'." Was he buying time so he could figure out whether or not to answer the question truthfully? Maybe. Was he actively trying to annoy Connor? Absolutely.
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Connor Hart
 Posted on: Jun 16 2017, 04:13 PM
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age: 42 occupation: Right Hand; Bartender organization: Calpulli; Akalmia Coven posts: 332 gems: 850

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Setting the half empty glass back down to simply rest it atop the counter, Connor's gaze hardened slightly as the bartender had that smug air about him that came right before his mouth opened and something utterly stupid came vomiting out. "Do I look like I'm here to have civil niceties with a two-bit bartender?" the witch tossed at him carelessly, eyes slightly narrowed and brows digging in. "As for the weather," he went on, finishing the rest of his scotch and suddenly having Christian yanked forward as if a fist had grabbed him by the front of his shirt to pull him part way down onto the counter, "it looks like a shitstorm's about to rain down over your head if you don't fucking tell me what I want."

Setting the glass aside, Connor casually leaned on the bar with an elbow next to the man. Naturally, the other customers at the bar had gotten wind of the scene and some had decided to relocate themselves elsewhere, if not away from the counter entirely, while a few had the daring gall to stand their ground and witness everything. The telekinetic didn't even pay them two cents worth of any attention while waiting patiently for the other witch to quickly get with the broadcast and not fuck around with more of Connor's night than he cared for. Of course, he expected little consequence from the small bout of violence he could pull out from his pocket, considering most people in the place was well aware of who he was and what he was here for. Anyone else... Well, they'd just have the expected surprise of seeing just what the man could do with his talents in moving things with his mind. And he could get real creative these days.

Licking at his lips as he watched the bartender, Connor idly toyed with tipping the empty glass against his fingers back and forth. "You've got about fifteen seconds." And that was being generous on his part. Likely because Christian had never really rubbed him quite so raw as to constantly want to throw him out of a window but, tonight, it was clear that the right hand was likely in a bit of a hurry. "Have you seen him or not?"

His count was up to six now. Nine seconds left, guy.
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Christian Acosta
 Posted on: Today at 06:37 pm
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age: 34 occupation: Bartender organization: Fox's Fancy/Alkamia Coven posts: 10 gems: 300

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"I see I've moved up in the world..." Two-bit was better than one-bit, right? Was one-bit a thing? Christian chose to believe it was. Christian also felt the mystical energy in the air around him suddenly shift and seeing as he wasn't trying to conjure up a spell, it meant someone else was, and sure enough, he felt his body move against his will, suddenly dragging itself downward like someone had grabbed his collar and given it a rough pull. He caught himself against the side of the bar, hands bracing against the ledge as he let out an agitated huff of air, and he narrowed his eyes at Connor. Charming personality, indeed.

What was with people rough housing him at the bar lately? Okay, to be fair 'lately' wasn't rally the best qualifier, this was always a pretty common thing when he was on the clock. Or off the clock. Or out in public. Or at home. Good lord, he really needed to re-evaluate his life choices... Most of the patrons who had been at the bar scooped up their glasses and walked off, a few sticking around to watch the potential show, probably the same sort of people who slowed down to survey a car crash when they drove past. Sorry folks, Christian wasn't in the mood to let this go on any longer than it needed to, so when Connor started slinging threats, Christian decided to just give the Calpulli what he wanted.

"Fine," Christian snapped, tone indignant even as he prattled on. "He came in about an hour ago. Sat right there--" A pause to nod towards an empty bar stool near the end of the counter. "--ordered a rum and Coke, stayed about twenty minutes, didn't tip for shit, and left." Which was all true, although one or two pertinent details may or may not have been excluded. "Satisfied?" Christian asked, though he had a feeling Connor most likely wasn't.
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