[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.]

Comments

[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.