[OPEN] (Yay for something cheerful)

[inthejunk]

Who:Anyone and everyone. Barflies, musicians, employees, friends, people looking for a public toilet, whoever!
When:Tonight
Where:The Cat's Eye (Bar & Bistro, hold the gourmet)
Summary:It's Tuesday Night Music Club, guys. Musicians, poets, fire dancers, and all other performers welcome. Make your own threads if you want, threadjack stuff, mix and mingle. This is a party log.
Warnings:That's up to you cats and kittens. Yosuke will be behaving himself, (yes he's done being depressing over dead friends now) but that doesn't mean everyone else has to!

Prose or [action] are both fine!



[The Cat's Eye finally has regular hours, and with the regular hours come special events. Yosuke usually turns the OPEN sign on bright and early on Saturdays, but Tuesdays the hours don't start until after he gets out of class. The sandwich board out front advertises an open mic night, acoustic sets given preference this week. But if a metal band happens to show, they'll still be given a slot.

It's just an experiment, to try and help get the restaurant back in shape again. Wells and drafts are half price, and so are the house wines. Black coffee is free with the purchase of an appetizer or dessert. And there's a handful of fragrant new teas to try. It's a promising set up for a good time, and the best performance of the night gets a comped bar tab and dinner for two on Saturday. Plus, there's an angel girl in a cute frill apron tending bar. How could anyone resist?]

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[debtor]

[The first thing you may see as you step inside the Cat's Eye is this strange-but-amiable-looking fellow, manning the front of the restaurant. As the host, Allen'll greet every costumer with a smile and ensure people are able to get to their tables in a timely manner. While he may be able to chat, he does want to remain professional and will try his best not to let himself get so distracted that he'd neglect any patrons.

Which means you're free to attempt to bother the hell out of him.

(If it ever happens to be quite busy and you don't feel like waiting for a seat, it might be worth noting that slipping him a few extra bucks won't go amiss.)]

[Or! If you prefer, you can catch him when he's off-duty; he'll have no problem stopping to talk then.]

[And no matter what time it is, there'll be this strange melon-sized golden ball thing flying or sitting somewhere close by Allen, always.]

[inthejunk]

...What the hell is that?

[One guess who he's looking at.]

[debtor]

[Allen... follows Yosuke's line of sight.]

You mean Timcanpy?

[Who is currently staring back at Yosuke, despite lacking. Eyes.]

[inthejunk]

It has a name?

[Yosuke isn't very upset about the thing, frankly. Just rather mystified. He's pretty sickly tonight, though he hasn't bothered to offer any explanation of that. Curiously, he reaches a hand up to Timcanpy, as if offering a dog a friendly introductory sniff.]

[debtor]

[Allen smiles and nods.]

Mm, Tim's an old friend of mine.

[The golem continues staring blankly, then suddenly grins, with a mouth full of fat, sharp teeth, and pats Yosuke's hand with a wing. Good boy.]

[Meanwhile, Allen pauses, getting a better look at Yosuke. You don't look so hot, boss...]

Are you feeling well?

[inthejunk]

[Yosuke considers yanking his hand back for a moment when he sees that toothy grin. Instead, he decides it's worth the possibility of losing his good arm just to avoid making any sudden, jerky movements. It's pretty safe to assume he really isn't very well at all, but he's determined not to let it ruin the evening.]

Like a pet?

[He glances over at the other question, though. The best lie is one that's partly true, right? Because there's no way he' going to admit just how much he screwed up last night. At least not in public.]

Um. Just a hangover. I guess I overdid it.

[reassures]

[Further inside, there is indeed a winged girl in a cute frill apron tending the bar, wordlessly taking the orders from patrons with small smiles and coming up with drinks relatively fast. She seems to have a bit of practice at this, if nothing else, and the drinks are filled generously, so there's no skimping on what you get for your buck money.

She'll smile politely at anyone that sits at her bar, and she might be able to make idle conversation with a few people if it's slow enough that her hands are free.

Or you can catch her on her break, when she'll be off to the side somewhere with a cup of coffee. ...just a cup of coffee. Really!]

[inthejunk]

[Yosuke isn't very lively tonight. He's spent most of the afternoon so far with his head down on the bar, sipping clear fluids and trying not to look like death warmed over. Which he has probably mostly been failing at. But he's also been obnoxiously underfoot, refusing to leave Nill's side at all unless it's only for a moment or two, and only for something really important. Like seeing what the fuck that thing Allen brought with him is, or to take a leak.

Even then, he always stumbles back over and collapses in the nearest open seat to her again. He's had a real scare, and he wants to be close to the thing that feels most reassuring. Nill is like home to him, and safety, and all the good things left in the world, really. And he doesn't want her out of sight. Frequently, he'll reach out and take hold of her arm, or her wing, or her apron as she passes. Gently, but still sort of somehow holding her like a life preserver during a violent shipwreck at sea.

Sure, he knows it must annoy her, but it's hard to care about something like that. She'll forgive him. She always does. So when she bends down to reach some of the liquor from the cupboards beneath the bar, he takes a lock of her hair and curls it around his finger. There. That's nice. Soft as spun silk, and sweet-smelling too. Maybe he'll just never let her go, ever again.]

[reassures]

[Definitely been failing at it. Though, lucky him, Nill is pretending not to notice it; not because she doesn't, but because he's the one that decided work was a good idea tonight, so she's making some vague attempt at managing that.

It worries her, though. She's gotten better at smiling when she doesn't mean it, and if he sees it enough, maybe he'll start really seeing it. And those smiles of hers definitely don't reach her eyes today.

She should tell him he's wrong. She wants to tell him he's wrong. She's the last safe thing in the world. Things around her just keep dying, or disappearing, and no that isn't her fault, but things (people) seem a hell of a lot better off when they aren't around her.

But after last night, it's hard to be annoyed. So, of course, she forgives him, and occasionally she'll stop what she's doing, or stop moving when he grabs hold of her, though she doesn't stop working. She just stays close until she has to move and help a customer, and she returns not long after.

It makes her stomach flip and twist, and she doesn't understand it, why he thinks she's so good and safe and why she makes him feel like the world is a little bit okay. But maybe if it makes life a little easier for him, then it isn't too bad. So Nill doesn't say anything, and she lets him do what he wants, though the customers don't seem too happy about it.

Nill straightens after a moment or two, and sets the bottles on the counter top, looking over them quietly. The customers had already polished off the half bottle of rum she usually kept up top... hopefully she wouldn't need to cut them off.]

[inthejunk]

[Quite frankly, Yosuke has never been any good for customers. When he waited tables he spilled things sometimes, when he washed the dishes he dropped things, and behind the bar he's decidedly at his worst. No drink ever comes out right when he tries to make it. The regulars have learned to accept him as part of the charm of the place, but it's definitely best to keep him away from any other patrons.

On the bright side, he isn't chatting anyone up tonight, and so at least he isn't offending people with his big mouth. Still, he's certainly in the way enough to ruffle a few feathers, even if they aren't Nill's. Though he does give those a fond stroke, too.

He is taking his job seriously, however, dead on the bar or not. He's still paying attention, and doing his best to keep the crowd happy and lively and not ill or rowdy.]

Give those guys some sodas on the house. Or some tea. Whatever they want as long as it isn't alcohol, okay?

[reassures]

[You know, Yosuke, you're lucky most of the people at this bar at drunk, otherwise someone might give you shit for sexual harassment. I'm pretty sure this kind of thing wouldn't fly with anyone but Nill. She doesn't seem to mind it a great deal though, at least. She spares the men in the corner who have had the most drinks a glance.]

Already? They aren't causing trouble yet.

[inthejunk]

[Sadly it doesn't even occur to him that petting her feathers when he feels ill isn't a very appropriate thing to do, let alone in plain view of the public. He's too busy trying to look more alright than he is to think about it. Nill's right, of course. People are still pretty well under control. He just really wishes they would quiet down. He swallows, a little sickly.]

I guess you're right. But it's fine, if you need to-ugh. I'll be back, okay? Call for help if you need it. I won't be gone long. Thanks for working so hard.

[asano_san]

[Yosuke pestering Keigo to come to his restaurant or bar or whatever the place is supposed to be for a special music night had been immediately transferred to Keigo pestering Ichigo to join him.

He claims a table close to the stage (If he has to be here, he wants a good seat!) and waits, sipping at his drink. Keigo doesn't know the name or exact contents because the girl behind the bar is really cute and he told her she could give him anything she wanted. Naturally, he walked away with nothing but his glass of mystery alcohol and wounded pride.]

[blackmoonrising]

[Ichigo had been surprisingly easy to convince; he could afford to skip homework seeing as the set reading was for Othello, which he'd already read, and his new boss didn't need him for any delivery work. Besides, he needed to get his mind off the fact that Byakuya was gone. Again.

Sometimes this place could be a real pain in the ass.

He watches from a little further down the bar as he orders a beer, pretends not to know Keigo as he makes a fool out of himself fluttering his eyelashes at the girl behind the bar, and takes his seat next to his friend.]

You're worse than Kon, you know.

[asano_san]

She let Yosuke touch her arm!

[To him, this is more than enough justification for trying. Not that he wouldn't have tried without it.]

Why does he get girls?

He's as much of a-

[Keigo realizes there is no flattering way to finish this sentence.]

He's not that different from me.

[blackmoonrising]

[Ichigo tries to contain the roll of his eyes, he really does, but welp. There it goes anyway. He takes a sip of his beer and shrugs.]

You're asking the wrong guy, I don't know how girls work.

[Of course he would say that he thinks it's down to Keigo being the world's biggest spaz, but he'd really rather not stir up a tantrum and that's exactly what would happen.]

[asano_san]

I saw that!

[He slams his glass down on the table with a force that sends blue...or is it green...liquid sloshing onto his hand.]

I only figured out how my sister works, and even I know duck and cover isn't good advice for trying to get a date.

[blackmoonrising]

[Wow that drink looks unappealing. And girly. Geez man. But here comes a crooked grin.]

Heh, I dunno about that. With a guy like you it could be, given your track record.

[hungryanhorny]

Faith was just hanging out; glancing about the bar from her stool; and then knocking back a drink, draining her mug in one fell swoop.

She wasn't looking for anything in particular; or anyone. Though if a familiar face happened to come by...

She glanced at her dry mug, and sighed, wondering if she could spare any more cash.

[inthejunk]

Faith-san? Hey.

[Yosuke's voice is lower than usual, and he doesn't quite manage to let go of his head when he greets her, but he slides uninvited into the stool beside her with a smile, and gestures for Nill to come over.]

What are you drinking? The same thing as before?

[reassures]

[Woah hey, Yosuke's actually not clinging to her. Awesome! But he's waving her over, so Nill puts on her most professional smile and walks over to look at him and Faith. What can she get you?]

[hungryanhorny]

You remember how to make it?" [She gives him a faint smirk, eyes trailing over the both of them curiously.]

[inthejunk]

Sure, but don't worry, I won't be making it.

[He smiles, and shrugs, trying to sit up straighter and look a little less half dead now that there's a cute girl around to try and look better for.]

This is our barmaid, Nill-san.

[reassures]

[After Yosuke introduces her, Nill lifts a hand and waves at Faith in greeting. Nice to meet you, Faith.

Although... she knows the drink Yosuke is thinking of, but she can't make it unless he tells her. Can't let on to the telepathy thing after all.]

[hungryanhorny]

[She gave the girl a nod; glancing back at him - and maybe wondering which one of them he was trying to look presentable for...]

He tell you anything?