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Located 20 minutes outside the Necropolis, MO, city limits. Situated on the shores of Lake Smithville, Shadows Bar has gotten quite the reputation and the locals have dubbed it as a place that "caters to the strange and unusual." All denizens of the World of Darkness are welcome here.
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Renald: *Mel lurks here* I wonder if Cheryl and Lenny know this site is still up and running.
Renald: Rayne Tanaka??? Dana Thorne, Gabriel Thorne, Autumn Raine, Kitty Tanaka, Jeaunus De Sang, Ciaran, Dragonfire, Janus Pereogosi(sp?), and Melody Sweet? I remember you all! I miss you!!!
Renald: OOC: Sorry, I forgot. This has always been my favorite site in the world.
Renald: OOC: I'm home!!!!!!!!!
: I know where the player of a few of those are, Renald
Bridge : ~The bartender enters into Shadows as the sun sets~ "I got it Lenny." ~A fit guy, though not bulky, Bridge has a long loose mohawk that spills. He wears a simple T shirt of black, and denim jeans.~
Bridge : ~It doesn't surprise him to see vampires here. Why should it? Nor the occasional werewolf, though those guys can be the biggest problem. The Fae wig him out a little. Those things are the real power in this town, more than anyone knows. Why folks mess with them he's not sure. Mages? Subtle until they're not, hard to tell, but there are signs.~
Bridge : ~Nah, what amazes him is the number of ordinary folks who hear about this place's rep, and come in again. Sometimes he thinks this is a Sabbat recruit station or childer snatch up hotspot. And some of them are so damn vannila. Take the husband and wife that have pulled up. Rather middle America, clearly in love.~ "What can I get you two?"
Bridge : ~Beer and cola, of course, respectively. Already eyes follow them. There's the follower of set eyeing the wife, who is a good looking woman. Does he just want to feed? Or is he planning on 'corrupting ' her or whatever the snakes do to get their ya yas off? A lupine, a bedraggled gal who has a penchant for stealing (Which would annoy him but at least she's not raging all over the place) is probably pondering picking a pocket or robbing their car for shits and giggles. A local anarch group looks bored, that's always dangerous.~
Bridge : ~He servees them, wondering who gets to play with them first? Poor saps. maybe he should warn them? ~
Bridge : ~nah~
Bridge : ~The trucker at least he can understand. He gets truckers here time to time, they seem surprised to find there are a few spots where they can park easily. Cup of coffee for this guy. Some nights he feels more like a damn barista than a bartender. Whatever pays the bills. Hell, he even saw a fae trucker once, why exactly a wyld one would be trucking, he's not sure. ~
Bridge : "Takes all kinds," ~He muses, and serves drinks to some burly types gripping about a lack of work though one is considering some boxing company at the old Pentex place~
Bridge : ~More drinks are served. No kindred asking for the red stuff right now. Fine and dandy.~
Bridge : ~Noticing his break coming up, he surveys the room himself for an 'available' target~
Bridge : "You're up, Marilyn," ~He tells the new bartender. And makes his way towards a redheaded girl who looks like she's been stood up.~
Bridge : ~and soon enough he's got her spell bound, to speak, and the head to the deck to 'talk'~
Bridge : ~gone~
Lady Lauren Merrell (Sidhe Grump): One beer please make it extra foamy