Bar Time

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Spiral and Topaz

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Voodoo Lounge - Greenwich

Bar talk

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==[ 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.
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Sunday evening, past bed time for those people who have 9-5 jobs, but for those that work second shift this time of night is their happy hour. The lounge isn't overly crowded and are all regulars or at least locals. A few tables are empty and there a few spots at the bar. Tonight isn't a live music evening, but music with a funky '70's vibe is heard through the music system. One waitress and Topaz are the only ones on duty. The waitress is bringing a pitcher of beer to a table, while Topaz acts are bartender, chatting with the customers there, while ocassionally making a drink or refilling a beer glass.

Spiral isn't a regular here - yet. But who knows, maybe she will be! And she's been here before now, so she knows exactly where it is, for better or for worse. So she appears outside the bar, and then tramps down the staircase to the main lounge itself, where she pauses, and looks around, hands on hips.

Eventually she stalks over to Topaz, two hands flat on the bartop, two more on her hips, and one more pointing at her accusingly. "That Sandman comes here. Or should I say, 'Bill'.". From her tone of voice, that isn't a very good thing. "He tried to have me thrown out of here. Pfft!".

Spiral does get a few looks but only from those that weren't here the first time she came in, but quickly go back to thier on business when the woman approaches the bar. Topaz moves down the bar so that she is across it from the seemingly irate woman "Yes, quite often." she gives the woman a strange expression, finding her attitude about who comes to the bar a bit odd "What can I get you?" normally she wouldn't ask, since typically she knows before hand, but the initial greeting has thrown her off.

"Well, he wanted me out of here, even though I had your invite. Fortunately, he didn't press the issue." Spiral says, eyes narrowing briefly, and the two hands on the bartop balling into fists. "You see, Mojoverse... refugees... are not so welcome here, like I said. Too many arms.". She abruptly lifts up her arms and wraps four of them about herself, while one more hand goes to her chin as she ponders. "Does he work here? Or... live here? He had a lot of boxes and things. And... drink?".

In truth she wasn't even really looking for anything to drink. And it's not like she drinks much. And so she pauses, her conversation topic momentarily off balance

Topaz makes a noise of understanding as she takes a glass and fills it with a clear soda, "Everyone is welcome here, humans, mutants, aliens to the odd demon or two as long as the don't cause trouble and pay thier tab." she sets the glass on the bar in front of Spiral "I'll take six arms on a customer over any number of tentacles." she smile comes to her face "He lives here yes, he and I are together."

"Hmm, I see..." Spiral says, matter of fact. "How interesting. That would explain all those boxes. He is only just moving in?". Hmm, maybe her bosses should hear about this... "And I have not caused any trouble. It was he who began insulting me.". She was actually a little aggrieved, or at least surprised. And this was her teammate? Not that teams generally mean much to Spiral, but it's her being lippy usually and being on the receiving end is different.

Spotting the soda being poured, she thinks for a moment, and eventually says, "Dancing into a bar, and a bar that actually serves me, that is a new one.". She tilts her head, and then adds, "I will have a cold beer.". Somewhere hidden away inside Spiral is a nice country girl, after all.

"Yes, it's a bit sudden, but I have never been a cautious person." Topaz takes the soda away and replaces it with a beer, "He is a bit over protective of me and in turn my bar. Please do not take it personally." after the beer is set down a bowl of popcorn is placed beside it "Yes, I can only think of one or two bars where one such as you would not be looked at strangely. Not counting mine.

"I can think of more than that, but different times, different places, different spirals." Spiral mutters, looking over her shoulder with a bitter smile, while her metal hand snakes out to grab the beer with a faint clink of metal on glass.

"Sudden. And Sandman never told me, how hurt I am." she adds, bitterness in her voice. And she then sips at her drink, making a face at the flavour. The country girl is pretty well hidden, in truth.

"Spirals? Oh, that is you. You are Spiral." she holds a hand out in greeting "I am Topaz. It is always pleasant to meet another who is gifted in magic." fully capable of multitasking she begins to make drink order the waitress dropped off. She shrugs, not knowing why he would keep it a secret but isn't qoing to question his motives. She's much rather question the sorceress about where she comes from anyway "This Mojoverse, you said that their were other refugees? Is there a war going on there?

Spiral takes hold of Topaz's offered hand with two of her own briefly by way of greeting, while sipping beer with a third. "In a sense... Rebellions, slaves who do not know their place. The multiverse is a mess, too, sometimes things spill over to here. Slaves have to be returned, slaves escape, that sort of thing."

Out of professional courtesy Topaz doesn't take advantage of the short contact to 'read' the woman, like she might other people she first meets. She makes a distasteful expression at slavery "So which are you? Slave or slaver, or bounty hunter maybe?" coming from a third world war torn country herself she knows something of being a refugee, and as much about slavery for other reasons.

"Hated, six armed freak." Spiral tells Topaz. There's a lot of other things she might say, but none of them are good, so she scowls, eventually going on after a pause. "And that's only the beginning of it! Stuck dancing through the multiverse, caught in a loop, it took me a while to realise just how bad what happened was.". She's not exactly at her most cogent when on the topic of her past, inasmuch as time travellers have pasts. "The slavers are slaves as well, in the end.".

"People here hate and fear that which they do not understand." Topaz starts out "I would think that it is the same across the multiverse. The limits of my traveling have only taken me to various pits of Hell, so I can only assume that of course." she could go into her own sob story of being hated and feared as a child but decides that might not be taken well, so keeps up with the sympathtic bartender thing "How does this place compare to others you have been?

"People here are... very interesting." Spiral says, in a slight turnaround from her usual sourness. But even that isn't necessarily a good thing, as she adds, "Which draws all manner of extradimensional curiosity. I suppose that is why I am here. There are plenty of fools, too, who like getting into trouble.". She laughs, and adds, "I suppose that's why it is interesting.".

Of anyone in this dimension, Topaz is probably one of of the few that can follow the woman's sudden change of moods without needing a road map. Perhaps because her own abilities act as an emotional GPS "Yes, trouble is very easy to find, especially in this city, even of the extradimensional kind. There are quite a few residents that are gifted with magic, that tends to draw Powers from other places." there is a bit of commotion at the door as a group of what looks like the occult type comes in which brings out a bit of a sigh from her "Looks like it will be a long night. They are harmless and there is not an ounce of magic in any of them, but they are more than Kelly (the waitress) can handle. Enjoy your evening."

Spiral glances over at the commotion, and smirks. "Someone who has wants, perhaps. I'm in the business of making dreams come true, and it seems like they don't want to be harmless.". But she's not in the mood for trying to find some fresh meat for the Body Shoppe right now, or worse, so she merely waves one hand, and abruptly vanishes. Leaving her mostly untouched drink on the bartop.

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