Brief Title:
AB
Characters:
Satana and Topaz
Scene Runner/Watcher:
IC Date:
12/04/2012
Location:
Voodoo Lounge - Greenwich Village
Summary:
Satana and Topaz converse while taking a break from listening to bands
Social or Plot:
TS:
No
Log:
==[ Voodoo Lounge - Greenwich Village ]==
One must descend a flight of black slate stairs flanked by walls papered in rock concert programs before discovering...
This is no ordinary urban mecca. This is no sports bar, no yuppie hipster watering hole. This... is the famed Voodoo Lounge.The lights are recessed into the wall, and of a golden hue, dimmed low enough that one can see where one is going, but still be able to consider the atmosphere intimate. People more than a dozen feet away will appear as mere shadows until one is right up on them. The walls are paneled in mahogany wood. The bar, that travels down the left side of the room is teak with a black marble top, polished to a fare-thee-well. Taps are visible just past the lip of the countertop. There's a recess in it so that a bartender can slide drinks to the waiting patrons. Behind the bar, the expected mirror -- this one beveled on the edges. Glasses and more elaborate drinkware hangs upside down from a wooden rack above.
The barstools appear to be leather and wood, but they are reinforced to handle patrons of superhuman size. The floor is carpeted in plush brown carpet, thick enough to sink into, though nothing seems to ever reach it if anything is spilled. There are cozy tables and booths clustered at the front and back of the room. A long, thickly stuffed leather sofa, also in brown, is along the entire front wall and side wall. A hidden moving light casts random shapes and sigils around the room in muted hues -- slowly enough so it's ambience-enhancing rather than disorienting. Potted palms flank the door and stand in the corners. There are hanging plants above the tables, leaves dripping lazily down toward the floor, but not enough to impede anyone there. Carefully hidden speakers pipe music into the room that varies from the contemporary to the exotic. There is no television behind the bar. The back wall has a floor-to-ceiling fountain that trickles away serenely. A few feet in front of the back wall is a modest stage, also set with small tables if there's no one performing.The entire vibe is like someone set a bar in a cozy little alcove in some exotic place far removed from New York City.
VIEWS ACTIVE
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Lately, Topaz has been dabbling in the live entertainment aspect of her lounge. She recently booked a jazz quartet with a sultry female singer. That was a hit with the happy hour crowd and she has been going back and forth about maybe hiring a full time group of muscians to provide entertainment on weekends. Of course that requires auditions and she has requested that all the staff be present for them, since they are going to having to listen to the music too, it should at least be something they can tolerate. Several groups have come and gone and it will be a little while before the next group shows up.
Satana is leaned back in her chair, booted feet propped up on a table while she drinks scotch. Not bothering with a glass, she sips straight from the bottle right now. Once the last band has packed up and cut out, she looks from the bartender to Topaz. "Well that last lead singer was kinda hot, but her voice had an edge to it. Good guitar riffs, though."
Sitting at the same table, Topaz is looking through the flyers and band info of who will be showing their stuff later in the day, "Oh they were out when they entered the door. I only let them audition because the girl was practically vibrating with excitement at possibly getting a gig. The drummer is an issue, he was strung out and was already craving his next hit." she gives her head a shake, "If he comes to an audition like that I would hate to see how he comes to work.
Satana smirks over at her boss, swirling the half-full bottle of scotch. "Well we've all got our little vices, boss." she replies with a wink. "That's a handy little trick of yours, by the way. I'm still sorta amazed you hired me, now." Taking a deep swig, she grins broadly over to the bartender. "So how many keepers do we have so far?"
"Someone has to keep your brother in check." Topaz says in a flat tone, "And since he has decided to frequent my bar, it may as well be you." she grins up from the assorted band flyers scattered across the table, indicating that she is not completely serious about her reasoning. "So far two, Hexxen and Witch Hazel." its no surprise that the bands would have occult sounding names, Topaz doesn't exactly put want ads in the mainstream papers or web sites.
Satana leans forward a bit, keeping her feet up on the table as she checks out the flyers. "You could keep Daimon in line if you wanted to, Topaz. Just remember that he enjoys a good spanking every now and then." She's deadpan. Picking one up, she squints at the graphic and then nods in recollection. "Oh yeah, I liked Hexxen. Witch Hazel had a better sound, though."
Despite the delivery and the topic Topaz apparenly finds the suggestion funny "But would he survive the experience?" Satana has seen a little of what she can do "And then there is the chance I would ruin him for anyone else." she of course isn't serious but feels that she has to make sure there is no match making going on "I have hand bad expereinces with men of his kind. And despite my flirtacious ways." and she is a real big flirt "I am in a relationship, albiet a long distance one, and will do nothing to jeapordize that.
The half-succubus laughs at that, tossing red curls back. "Topaz, I wouldn't wish Daimon on -anyone-, least of all someone I actually like." Another pull from the bottle, and Satana looks curious. "Now -that- is funny. I hadn't figured you for the long-distance relationship, one-woman man type."
Not much can get a blush from Topaz, but Satana some how has managed it. With her skin coloring it is hard to see but the way she looks down at the table is a give away, "We have a long complicated history and we are bound together through mutual need and desire." she finally looks up from the table "Well mostly need on his part, certainly desire for both of us.
Satana's brows raise and she whistles low at that. "Bound together through mutual need and desire? Wow, does THAT sound heavy." she replies, shooting the bartender a grin. "Your business is your own, honey, but you're starting to sound like one of those hopeless romantics to me."
Topaz shakes her head adamantly "Not so heavy as that. He is a werewolf, howling at the full moon, type of werewolf." the way she speaks though it is obvious she has no small bit of affection for him "My abilities are well suited to controlling the beast that is within his heart." wanting to desperately get the conversation off her love life she taps the flyer for the band that will be next "This one has potential. The bartender's cousin is the bassist. He talked them into it audtitioning though they weren't really in the market for a regularly scheduled job.
Satana ahhhhs at that, chuckling softly all the same. "Well that explains the 'need' part, anyway." And she gives the bar owner a look that -might- be considered warm and nostalgic, were it coming from anyone else. Leaning over to peer at the flyer, now, she nods her approval. "Well I'm all in favor of a little nepotism, where it makes sense. Speaking of regularly scheduled gigs, are we looking to have a band every weekend? Every night? Or what?"
"These bands, just Friday and Saturdays. I think I will only start them out one weekend a month for awhile. to see how it goes." she gets up from the table, heading to the bar to get herself a drink. For her though it is simply a ginger ale with a shot of whiskey. "I think I will keep the happy hour entertainment during the week."
Satana nods slowly, nursing her scotch and looking thoughtful. "Might wanna consider who needs the bread, too. I mean, do you think this gig is gonna keep somebody in pizza and gas money? 'Cause if it's not, then you might not be doing them any favors. If they can live off of part-time or if they have other gigs, then it's a win-win." She shrugs, then adds. "I'm just sayin'."
What's this? Is the demoness having an empathetic moment? Must be the scotch.
Topaz sips her drink as she moves back to the table "Very good point. I'll be watchful of that in the future." with those words spoken the next group comes in carrying just the necessary instruments required for this type of thing "And another hour of torture begins." she whispers across the table before going to greet the musicians.
