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[never_very_good]

[Curses or no curses, Frankie's doing what Frankie does-- tending bar. How thrilling. Something's up, judging from the fact that no one seems to be able to keep their seat for more than a minute or two, but it's not bad enough to shut down and he doesn't have the impulse to act like an idiot himself... so, Frankie's just rolling with the punches, at work as usual.

Of course, you don't need to be a willing participant to be stuck speed-dating...]




[ooc; open for action at the blue light and/or the raven, because i am flexible. frankie will be nice but horrified. <3 feel free to harass!]

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[fatespoken]

[ Next to Frankie, Amory is currently wiping a cup dry with a cloth. He suddenly pauses, turning to Frankie to pin him down with hazel eyes. ]

If you had to pick a vein, which would be your vein of choice?

[never_very_good]

[Frankie pauses for a long moment, meeting Amory's eyes and staring him down.]

More of an artery man, myself.

[fatespoken]

[ He smirks at that, feeling oddly (okay, maybe not so oddly) devious. Blame the curse. ]

Oxygen improves the taste? [ Hazel eyes remained trained on the other. ] You still didn't answer my question. Which one?

[never_very_good]

Some people like it better. [He grins, a crooked expression that shows teeth, though it's not nearly as flattering as it used to be. Hey, that was in style once, believe it or not.] Femoral. Of course.

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[eiremagic]

......what are you doing?

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[never_very_good]

Working. City doesn't stop for stupid shit, y'know?

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[eiremagic]

Frankly I say if people are stupid more reason not to let them drink.

[lies]

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[never_very_good]

Money's the same, cursed or not.

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[eiremagic]

Got lots of dates today, then?

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[never_very_good]

That what this is about?

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[eiremagic]

Dunno, that's what it looks like.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

So how's the curing vampires business going?

[She says it in a lighthearted, teasing voice as she sits down at the bar.]

[never_very_good]

Got out of it. Bad for my health.

[He smiles, just a little.]

What can I get ya?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I can see how that might be.

[The smile, even a little one, makes her grin more]

Mint Julep please.

[never_very_good]

Don't get much call for those.

[But it's a well-stocked bar and, these days, it's what Frankie does for a living, so he fixes her drink.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I know. It's old fashioned. Mama drinks them and I sort of just got raised with them.

[never_very_good]

Makes sense. [He nods, leans against the surface behind him, arms crossed.] So how's it going?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy shrugs at that.] Harry went home. Hardison went home. The City sucks. How are you?

[Action]

[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

[Myrnin slides onto the barstool, elbows on the bar and buries his hands in his heads for a moment before he orders]

A glass of O positive if you would. Add a splash of whiskey.

[Action]

[never_very_good]

Right.

[That just takes Frankie a moment to set out on the counter in front of Myrnin. Not usual but hardly unheard of.]

How's things?

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[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

Fair to middling I'd say. [He takes a sip of the glass.]

A trip home is not all it's cracked up to be. How are you?

[Action]

[never_very_good]

Depends what home's like. [Frankie shrugs.] Can't complain myself. Things're pretty decent for once.

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[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

I suppose you're right. Has this place sent you home?

[Action]

[never_very_good]

Nah. Been here a year. [He leans on the countertop, not far off, but not right in Myrnin's face either.] Not much I miss though.

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[trapdoor-spider.livejournal.com]

[Frankie understands vampires. It's one of the reasons Myrnin likes him]

Really? Have you managed a life so thoroughly here or is your life at home just that horrid?