03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
Post by Arturo Diaz de Frontera on Mar 11, 2024 3:07:32 GMT
Once again, the vampire found himself enjoying an evening out. Though this one was more less directed. He didn't often visit the bar, especially considering it was a particular hang out for the werewolves of Sweetwater. But it was also a watering hole. A place to come together. To remember that there was a greater good for everyone if they shared and connected.
He made no grand entrance, but as with most things, his car drew attention. This time, it was the metallic orange Lotus Elise coupe. He wore a cream sweater pullover, comfortable dark jeans and brown leather boots. He took a seat at the bar, offering Bex Brekker a smile. "'Ello there, barkeep. Long time no see," he said in a friendly tone. He recalled the woman had worked here the last time he had been in. She had a sort of wanderlust to her scent that he hadn't thought he would ever see her again. And yet, here she was, tending bar in their own little corner of purgatory.
Once she was finished with her current clientele and task and he had her attention, Arturo leaned forward, elbows on the bar, fingers steepled together. He tilted his hands toward her. "I've decided to put my life in your hands and ask you to make me your signature drink," he posed. He wasn't asking for the bar's, but for hers.
It was a decently busy night so Bex didn't pay too much attention to the newcomer until he had actually sat down at the bar. She smiled at him as soon as he did, ever the friendly barkeep. Smiles were important for tips. She remembered him though, even if she'd only seen him once or twice. It wasn't necessarily his face that stood out, though he was decently good looking if you were into that sort of thing. You know, men. She was not but she could understand the appeal. But no, it wasn't his face that she remembered as much as his general demeanor. There was something about him that was...alluring. He seemed to draw attention wherever he went. "Heya! I'll be right there," she said in reply as she finished up what she was doing.
When she was able to make her way over she leaned over slightly, her palm on the edge of the bar so she could hear him over the chatter of the bar and also to show off her cleavage. All about them tips.
"My signature drink, huh?" she asked with a smile. "Well tell me this, is there anything you like or don't like? Certain alcohols or general vibes? Sweet, sour, bitter?" She'd hate to make him something that he would absolutely hate and some people were more particular than others.
Post by Arturo Diaz de Frontera on Apr 13, 2024 5:14:18 GMT
Arturo leaned on the bar top and watched the bartender work. There was a pleasing sort of movement to her body. Between her tattoos and how clearly comfortable she was behind the bar mixing and pouring drinks. Being a barista was a form of art in his book. He was quite content to watch and wait.
"Ah, no, that's not how this works," he said with a smile. He pulled a five out of his wallet and folded it between his fingers, holding it out to her as an offering. Only to refuse to let it go if she did grab it. Either way, he left it there. "I want your drink. And if you don't have one, make one up. Surprise me," he demanded, firm but playful. At which point, demand made, he would happily part with the bill. No cleavage required.
He had no qualms with any alcohol. Of course he had preferences, but when one lived as long as he had, one drank a lot of the same things. sweet, sour, bitter, and everything in between. Nothing really satisfied like blood, but even a thick Bloody Mary was just an imposter. He got much more out of toying with and learning about the bartender than he did out of a mixed drink.