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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 28, 2016 1:22:48 GMT -5
After a long evening of stalking some prey and finally getting, at the very least, a somewhat satisfying "sip" is what we'll call it, Morgan pushes through the doors of the busy club and through two fingers she slides out a cigarette, flame igniting in the other hand, she inhales.
Once a person or three have caught her eye and she's got their attention, she rebuffs their confused and curious glares and exhales, feet clomping over to the bar on her right, lights that camouflage the little flecks of blood on the side of her lips flashing—She sits down like a cow girl and straddles the bar seat.
Bob the bartender swivels on his heel around to her and asks in a grumbling voice, "Yeah what'll you have? The usual? Or maybe you want to take over since this is your job?"
Ashing into the little tray before her, she says, "The usual." Ignoring his other question.
[OOC: Gonna leave this here for anyone who might want to join Morgan for a drink, although I'm EST and may be asleep in an hour or two]
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 28, 2016 1:56:31 GMT -5
The bartender slides a glass of a frosty Bloody Mary over to Morgan, "I expect you ta clock in sometime soon, so don't get too damn comfy."
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 28, 2016 1:56:56 GMT -5
She waves him off and kisses the top of her drink slightly, taking another moment to inhale a hefty drag, she slaps a fiver onto the bar and turns around. "Everyone's keeping to themselves." She thinks aloud. "Yeah I'm talking about you." Pointing her cigarette at a blonde woman across the room who just so happened to glance in her direction.
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 28, 2016 2:10:55 GMT -5
Bob taps Morgan on the shoulder and gestures, "You want to finish that drink or what? I need to get some fuckin' sleep, okay?" He grumbles under his breath and continues wiping the grime and ash off of the counter. She doesn't turn around to look at him but he sure does try his hardest to eyeball a burn into the back of her neck.
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 28, 2016 2:17:36 GMT -5
Alicia the dancer hops down off of the stage, her body bouncing to the momentum as she approaches the bar and offers a pouty lip to Bob, "Morgan not paying any attention to you again, Bob?" She giggles, "You know she don't like guys all that much right?" Tucking a fistful of cash into her boot, she flicks her hair back and gives a side eye to the pale woman with the barely touched drink. Bending over to her, "You should be a little nicer to Bob, him coverin' for ya and all."
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 28, 2016 2:20:47 GMT -5
Morgan sneers, resting her glass down onto the bar top, finishing off her smoke, "Alright, alright, I'll take over, jesus fuck." She slides herself off of the stool and turns around to Bob, "Go on, get outta here." The woman to her left giving her a stare but, giving her attention, you know, that just means Morgan's acknowledging that she was right and that's not the kind of thing Morgan's about to do.
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 28, 2016 2:24:26 GMT -5
"Yeah, thanks." His teeth clench, tossing the rag down into the bin below. His wife's probably at home, sound asleep, gave up waiting for him. Too many nights end up like this cause this fuckin' vampire looking bitch doesn't get off her ass and do the job she's being paid to do. "The hell she do outside of this place anyway?" He thinks to himself as he makes his way for the door, shaking the pain from the tingling in his back from standing for eight hours straight. "Seeya, Larry." He shrugs to the bouncer.
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 28, 2016 2:29:06 GMT -5
"Take it easy, Bob." Larry the bouncer keeps his arms crossed, hulking over one another. His eyes mostly scan the room over and over again throughout the night. It's always the night when things get a little crazy, but tonight? Nah, tonight's no big deal. But that's the average deal with a Wednesday night. The pale woman, the lazy bartender, whatever her name is. She does catch his eye quite often. He isn't even sure what it is about her.
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 28, 2016 2:31:37 GMT -5
Morgan hops over the bar and ties her hair back, giving everything a glance to be sure her stuff is in the right place. She picks up her barely finished glass of Bloody Mary and chugs the whole thing straight. Doesn't really do much to her or for her, but part of it tastes just a little like blood. Maybe that's just some kind of imagined effect, who knows. She looks up and down the bar, nobody too interested in refills. She leans back against the metal and crosses her arms, noticing the glint of Larry's eyes catching her. Mouthing to him, "Fucking weirdo." [OOC: Stopping here for the night. I guess this thread can be a bit of a demonstration, especially with this new NPC plugin I got ]
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