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Post by Marcello Santino on May 4, 2009 2:23:54 GMT -5
Marcello walked into the bar and headed straight to his usual spot at the bar. At first impressions, people usually expected Marcello to seat himself in more classy bars. But Marcello didn't like "classy" bars, cause they were filled with snobby wannabe's. No, when Marcello went looking for new recruits, or when he just wanted a really good glass of firewhiskey, he went to Stu's.
Tonight he was recruiting. It was that time of year again to add new members to the "family." He usually met some interesting people at Stu's, so that was his first stop for the evening.
"Firewhiskey, sweetheart, you know how I like it," he said, barely looking at the bartender. Instead, he was scanning the bar.
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Post by Damon Dearborn on May 11, 2009 21:56:51 GMT -5
When Damon went to Stu's, however, it was because he liked to flirt with the barmaid. She wouldn't give him the time of day, however, because she'd made it clear the last time they talked that she wasn't interested in guys who didn't work and still lived with their parents. Perhaps if he had only filled half of those qualifications, he might have had a chance, but of course, he was guilty of both.
Still, a little flirting never hurt anyone. One of his favorite things to do with her was to make up the names of fake drinks and ask her for them, to see what she'd come up with.
He barely looked at the older man at the bar as he slipped into a stool and looked up at the pretty barmaid with fluttering eyes. "Evening, doll," he greeted her. "I think today I'd like an Angry Frenchman."
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Post by Nathalia Webb on May 11, 2009 22:20:21 GMT -5
Nathalia smiled at Marcello, even if he wasn't paying her much attention. "Sure thing," she told him, pouring him a glass of firewhiskey and adding a touch of plain whiskey to give it an extra kick. "Just like you like it," she said, placing the glass in front of him just as Damon came in. She rolled her eyes.
The only reason she knew him by name was because he kept coming back. He'd caught her on a bad night the first time they met, and she'd been pretty harsh with him, but to his credit, he didn't let that keep him away.
The first time he asked for something she didn't know, she told him. That hadn't been helpful, and now she knew what he was up to.
She licked her lips. "This kid thinks he's clever," she said to Marcello, eyeing Damon as she pulled out a shot glass, adding all muggle liquors. A splash of Jack Daniels, Captain Morgan's, and then regular coke. It was a pretty easy shot to start him out with, but she was in a good mood.
"An Angry Frenchman."
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Post by Damon Dearborn on May 11, 2009 23:05:57 GMT -5
Damon smirked and glanced at the guy next to him. "What can I say? She makes the best drinks, you know? There's just nothing that she can't make."
Or rather, make up. She had a gift for mixing drinks and just knowing what flavors went well together. Besides, she was cute when she smiled.
Taking a sip of his drink, he nodded. "Yes... very good. You make a very good Angry Frenchman."
Leaning his chin on his hand, he gave her an appraising look. "So, how've you been, doll? Miss me?"
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Post by Nathalia Webb on May 11, 2009 23:45:04 GMT -5
"Terribly," Nathalia replied, deadpanning it, but in the end, she smiled. He was a detemind guy, that was for sure. And he made her laugh, as much as she tried not to let him see it.
She was eventually going to run out of things to mix when he came in and made names up. Of course, when he caught her in bad moods, she'd get him at least inebriated enough not to taste things and start adding salt and tabasco sauce and whatever else she could find.
"It's been uncreative without you," she gave him, and smiled prettily, then laughed.
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Post by Marcello Santino on May 12, 2009 1:38:19 GMT -5
Marcello watched the convorsation between the young man next to him and Nathalia the barmaid. He siped his whisky. Poor kid had no game, and he smiled as Nathalia entertained him. She was really a sweet girl. Marcello hoped his Gabriella had enough sence to kick such a desperate boy like that to the curb.
But somehow, the kid to his left had sparked an interest in the back of Marcello's mind. He turned over what Nathalia had said: "He thinks he's clever." And as Marcello watched, he wondered if he agreed with her.
"Making things up off the top of your head boy?" Marcello asked, taking anouther sip.
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Post by Damon Dearborn on May 12, 2009 10:38:11 GMT -5
Damon took another sip from his drink and gave a sideways look at the man beside him. "Actually, no," he confessed. "I spent all afternoon thinking that up."
His grin was sheepish. He was aware of how lame that sounded. The truth was, as much as Damon tried to give the impression of being reckless and impulsive, he really wasn't. At least, not without a few drinks in his system.
"I gotta get her to notice me somehow," he said. "At least until I become gainfully employed and move out of my parent's house, this is all I've got."
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Post by Nathalia Webb on May 12, 2009 13:32:10 GMT -5
Maybe Nathalia was being hypocritical wanting a guy who didn't live at home, considering she was living with her mother. But she still kept her apartment in New York, and so it was like she was just staying with Ursula while she visited. It was different. And she did have a job.
"Well, I have to be honest. An Angry Frenchman is one of the better names you've come up with, so you're afternoon was well spent." The look in her eyes was almost gentle. He had her attention, even if it was just fun and flirty. Determination and charm would take Damon a long way.
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Post by Marcello Santino on May 12, 2009 21:30:13 GMT -5
Marcello had finished his drink, but didn't say anything about it. He was much more interested in the pair's banter, entertaining as it was. The boy Damon had caught his interest. He may not be that witty or impulsive, but he could fake it, and Marcello toyed with the idea of how that could be useful, silently.
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Post by Damon Dearborn on May 12, 2009 23:16:36 GMT -5
Damon laughed. "Well, I'm glad to hear it," he said. "The way I see it, we've already got a symbiotic relationship going on. You inspire me to make up drink names, and my drink names inspire you to make new drinks. What could be better, right? We're practically made for each other!"
It was interesting, just the other day Constantine had suggested to Damon that he consider working as a bartender. Now, here he was flirting with a bartender and making up fake drinks.
Setting the now empty shotglass on the bar, he said, "How's about another Angry Frenchman?"
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Post by Nathalia Webb on May 19, 2009 21:57:08 GMT -5
"Oh, are we?" Nathalia laughed again. Made for each other. She rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. He could make her smile and laugh, and those were two more points for him. What was it that Marilyn Monroe always said? If you could make a girl laugh, you could make her do anything. It was true, but she wasn't going to let Damon in on it.
She took his empty shot glass and set it in the sink under the bar, mixing him another fake drink. "Here you go," she said, setting a new shot glass in front of him. "You know what? Hold on, I'll have one with you."
She mixed another quickly, and then held it up in a motion of a toast.
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Post by Damon Dearborn on May 20, 2009 0:59:39 GMT -5
Damon grinned. He liked watching her, when she worked, and especially when she smiled. He seemed to be able to make her smile a lot, which was a good thing. He had no real intentions with her, particularly. She was pretty and fun and mixed a hell of a drink, but despite his shameless flirting, he was not sure he wanted anything more than friendship from her. Sure, if she wanted more, he wouldn't say no, but friendship would be good, too.
He raised his own shotglass in a playful gesture. "To the French," he said with a wink. Then he took a quick sip from the glass and set it down on the counter.
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Post by Marcello Santino on May 20, 2009 1:33:10 GMT -5
Marcello's eyebrows raised. He was surprised that Nathalia actually broke down enough to have a drink with the boy. Marcello liked Damon's charm, it was entertaining. He considered talking to him about joining the "family", but he was cautious about who he talked to about his work. Everyone was hand picked and had to be trustworthy. Marcello would think about it. For now, though, he decided he'd let these kids finish their date...er...drink.
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jun 1, 2009 15:33:51 GMT -5
Nathalia raised her glass as well, and gave him a friendly little grin as she corrected his toast. "To the angry French."
She wateched him to wait for him to take the shot, and she took hers at the same time. Not bad, she thought. It wasn't one of her best, but it brought to mind an angry frenchman, at least, and the was the goal afterall, wasn't it?
"How are you tonight, Damien?" She asked, now at a point where she would speak casually with him. "Marcello, can I get you something else?"
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Post by Marcello Santino on Jun 25, 2009 0:46:10 GMT -5
He looked back at Nathalia when he was addressed. "Nah Sweetheart, I'm fine," he smiled. Damien had just gotten Nathalia to start an actual convorsation with him. Marcello decided to be kind and not distract her from that.
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Post by Damon Dearborn on Jun 27, 2009 0:26:00 GMT -5
Damon shrugged. "Eh, I'm doing OK. Had to get out of the house. My parents are hanging around tonight, and it'll only be a matter of time before they start asking me what I'm going to do with my life, and when I'm going to move out. I mean... don't get me wrong, I want to move out. But I'm not sure what I want to to, and I get bored easily. You know? I need something to do that'll hold my interest. But they don't hire people to make up fake drink names or flirt with pretty girls." He finished this with a wink.
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jul 20, 2009 2:21:06 GMT -5
Nathalia rolled her eyes as he finished his little recap of his night, but she was smiling. "You are quite a big flirt," she told him. "If they did hire for that, you'd be making a killing."
And that was why she just flirted with him. That, and the fact he still lived with his parents. As she did too, if she ever decided to see if he'd be interested in a one night stand, where would they go? A hotel room? That was classy.
She just liked him because he was harmless. "What do you think you might want to do with your life?"
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Post by Damon Dearborn on Aug 20, 2009 16:41:36 GMT -5
"Well, they might hire for that, but I'm pretty sure it's actually illegal," Damon teased, raising his eyebrows at her.
He laughed and took another drink. He actually didn't mind that Nathalia only liked to flirt with him, but wasn't interested in anything more than that. He liked her, and there was no doubt in his mind that he'd be willing to do... something... with her if the opportunity came up. But he also liked just having her as a friend, which was how he thought of her. Maybe it didn't need to be more than that.
He sighed. "I don't really know what I want to do. Something exciting and interesting... I don't want to be an auror like my brother... he got kicked out of the family for it. Besides, I didn't really take the right classes for that. I just don't think I could ever be happy doing anything that has a set routine to it, you know, a 9 to 5 sort of deal. As it is, I'm bored by the routine of doing nothing all day, if that makes any sense."
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Post by Marcello Santino on Aug 22, 2009 14:56:43 GMT -5
Sometimes, recruiting was difficult. Marcello would have to go to dozens of bars and clubs before he found anyone of interest; and then usually they just weren't his type and he'd go home with out anything. And then sometimes, he'd find someone at the first place, just looking for somewhere to fit in, and Marcello would step in and introduce him to the family. Tonight was one of the good nights.
"Tell me boy," Marcello said, interrupting the convorsation. "What are you good at? Besides making up drinks and flirting with women?" he asked, now very intrigued with Damon.
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Post by Damon Dearborn on Oct 9, 2009 13:35:21 GMT -5
Damon turned his attention away from Nathalia and looked at the man sitting next to him. There was something about the guy; he had a sort of commanding presence. When he spoke, people listened.
"What am I good at? Well.... I guess the thing I'm really good at is talking. I can persuade people to do things if they're not sure about it, or I can talk my way out of trouble. I can mediate arguments... or, I can start them. I'm also pretty good with numbers, I guess."
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