[Open/Party-style] Something Like Rock and Roll

[bloodyashes]

The place is bright but not too bright; they don't have anyone to work the lighting seriously, so there's an old disco ball and a dim spotlight with a color-changing wheel revolving on it. The players on the little stage are more enthusiastic than skilled, playing covers of things that were hits six months ago and now all but forgotten by those who didn't have to learn every note. There's a bar at the far end, separated from the rest of the place by a low wall that isn't really a wall at all; a bouncer sits at one entrance to keep minors out and booze in, but even he is nodding along distractedly to the music.

To anyone with a good ear, though, the sound doesn't just come from the couple of speakers the band has set up in front. It echoes throughout the room as though there were small speakers lined across the ceiling, in between the hanging lamps and the beams supporting the roof. There's something a little different about the place, something a little off about the way the guy at the bar shuffles around in the back, something about the way the waitress has eyes that gleam a little too brightly as she steps between tables.

Welcome to Eaves and Apples Bar and Grill, is the sign hanging just inside the front door, the words suspended in a laticework carving that the trained eye might recognize as being wrapped up in symbols of protection. Go ahead and let your hair down, because this fairytale doesn't end until well after the stroke of midnight.

[Just starting us off here - party style log is go, if you'd rather start your own comment train.]

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[OTA][don't mind the troll icon she's a human]

[psycheslantern]

Ammond is still a little out of breath from dancing when the waitress brings her a glass of something fizzy, fruit-flavored, and nonalcoholic - at eighteen, she's certainly not against a little underaged alcohol consumption, but she's not enthusiastic enough about booze to try and slip into the bar here. Get kicked out of enough occult societies and minor religious groups and you start to appreciate not being pointedly shown the door, after all.

She's got half a dozen older cousins on her speed dial who would be only too willing to provide her with a six-pack of beer, anyway.

For the moment, she's enjoying the atmosphere, although she thinks a little ruefully that it took three months to get this song out of her head in the first place and now she's got to start all over. She certainly doesn't look out of place - tall girl, plain, angular features and short, spiked dark hair, and too many piercings. She's actually bothered to change out of her slightly engine-greasy clothes from earlier in the day, opting for a tanktop with faux corset-lacing up the back and a pair of dark jeans so distressed they're probably more accurately described as traumatized. Probably less obvious are the tiny characters etched into a pair of round, flat dangly earrings, muffling spells as efficient as a pair of foam earplugs would be. Hey, a girl's got to protect her hearing.

[seekinganswers]

"Excuse me--"

It's a shame Sheba doesn't know about the muffling spells; she might be trying to speak up a little more loudly if she did. Since she doesn't, though, she's merely leaning over a bit from the next table over and lifting a hand to try and catch Ammond's attention as she speaks.

She glances at her drink, then at her. Whatever it is looks very good, only she doesn't know what it's called... hence why she's trying to ask.

She doesn't really come to these places often; tonight she's here because staying in her room had just gotten to be too stifling and she was starting to hear voices again. The music had caught her attention while she was walking. With enough real things to hear, maybe she can drown out everyone else's thoughts. That's what she's hoping, anyway.

[psycheslantern]

It does take a moment for Ammond to notice; maybe she ought to rework the hearing protection spell a little when she gets home, give it a bit more nuance. If she can, without utterly trashing these earrings. Damn, she'd thought she'd gotten it right this time.

When she notices the other girl, she's friendly enough, though, and scoots her chair over a little so she can turn to Sheba a little more comfortably. "Hey, yeah, what's up?"

[seekinganswers]

Sheba smiles when Ammond turns to her. It's a relief that she's willing to talk to her; she's met a few people who have brushed her off for looking so young (which has never failed to irritate her to no end), but Ammond hadn't seemed the type. She's glad to now that her judgment wasn't wrong.

She gestures to Ammond's drink. "What are you drinking? It looks really good, and I want to try it, but I'm not sure what to ask the waitress for..."

She could just ask the waitress for one of whatever she was having, but Sheba likes to meet new people, so this seemed to be a better option to her.