Dive Bar Gig

[Kyle Ferlen]

One out of two ain't bad. Kyle shrugs, smiles a 'don't worry about it' smile to Sasha, then addresses the bartender.

"Just two, then." Turning back to Nathan, he adds, "You haven't missed much. Same old bands wringing every last drop out of their contracts." The bartender wastes no time, lining up two shot glasses and filling them to the rim with strong-smelling yellow liquor. Kyle grabs both glasses and sets one in front of Nathan with a little 'tap' on the bar top. He readies the glass, pausing before knocking it back.

"I can't speak for my new friend, here, but I just got here on a bus this week." He raises his glass in a salute on 'new friend', and drains the shot soon after. He watches for Nathan's reaction from the corner of his eye. His own is a little cringe at the burn, then a quick flick of the glass - sending it somersaulting end-over-end and landing upside down in his grasp. Kyle then sets the upside down glass on the bar and turns back to regard the Onyx.

"What about you?"

[Nathan Griffin]

Oh, well. It looked like he would have to actually put some effort into figuring out how to get Sasha out of her pants. No cheating allowed.

He raised his own glass back at Chris. Or Kyle, he guessed, though he wasn't one for stage names. Oh, man, that's rich. Somehow, the idea seemed preposterously, outrageously funny, so he stopped what was bound to be the beginning of a surge of hysteric laughter by drinking the whole thing in a single shot.

Getting that over with quickly turned out to be a good call. Not just because he didn't want to look like a deranged psycho just yet, but also because he had forgotten just why he wasn't a fan of tequila. The taste was bad enough, but what killed it was the burn. What do they put in these things? Chili? He grimaced to the others as he set the glass on the bar. He took a moment before answering Sasha's question.

"I've only been here a few days myself." He took another good look at her. He hoped the tequila wasn't too strong, or he might end up doing something very stupid. But then, that was kind of his modus operandi. "I've been hitchhiking all the way from Cairo."

And Wisconsin before that, but no need to get into details. He didn't trust them that much yet.

"I take it you've been here quite some time already. How is that holding up?"

[Kyle Ferlen]

Kyle smiles again, ignoring Sasha's little stumble. Obviously the Onyx meant no harm with her comments.

"I'm just getting by, seeing places and making music. Hoping for another shot at a record label."

Cairo? Illinois? Maybe Georgia? Guess I'm not the only one living on the road. Kyle wonders if the lifestyle is all that common among the Lost. I can tell Sasha hasn't been out there. For the second time tonight, Sasha seems to live up to her hair color's stereotype. Kyle holds back a laugh and a joke. He isn't exactly a professor of geography, himself. He looks to Nathan and nods.

"Hell of a trip." Then, looking between the both of them, he adds, "I'm basically done for the night. Just have to collect my check and take my tracks back from the DJ. Kinda tired, honestly, but not tired enough to call it a night. What are your thoughts?" Kyle raises one brow, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face. Yes, the question was ambiguous; Kyle wants to know what kind of people these two are before telling them much more about himself.

[Nathan Griffin]

He laughs amiably at Sasha's reaction.

"I meant the one in Georgia. But I'm actually from New York. Haven't been there in ages, though."

Somewhere between two years and a year and a half, by his estimation. Time hadn't seemed that big of a deal during his last visit. He asked the bartender for another drink. He was up for anything but tequila, thank you very much.

"My thoughts are," he started once that was done, "that we're all mad here. And that it is about time we lived up to that."

His drink arrived quickly, and he drank it all without a second thought. I predict everything will start getting fuzzy in three, two, one... He offered a broad, wicked smile to the others.

"So I'd like to do something crazy for a change. Are you guys up for it?"

[Kyle Ferlen]

Kyle shrugs at Sasha. "There's always next time. I've got a few more venues in mind before I hit the road again." He imagines briefly what she might look like dancing to his rhythmic, oscillating music. He wonders if she could dance like that. Now there's a thought.

Nathan obviously isn't a fan of tequila, judging by his reaction. Then again; who is? Kyle could think of a dozen more 'pleasant' drinks, though only a handful that were as likely to make the night interesting. Feathers, at least, is getting into the spirit. Kyle feigned an impressed look at the man's follow up on the tequila. A little competition might be in order. Kyle signals the bartender.

Kyle waits, watching to see how the other two would respond to his provocation. His second round arrives just as the Beast adds his two cents. Mad? Guess I can't argue with that. I still have nightmares of being eaten by a topiary. His face scrunches up in displeasure as he considers the thought. He glances at his second shot and scoops up the glass.

"Well, we certainly don't want to get in over our heads... but I'm down for whatever. As long as the little lady is too."] He grabs an imaginary cowboy hat and tips the brim at her. "What did you have in mind, friend?" I can handle whatever you can dish out. Except for roses. Fuck roses. Kyle stands up a little straighter, leaning his shoulders back. Looking ready for a challenge. His viney locks seem to rustle on some unseen breeze.

[Nathan Griffin]

He gives an intensely amused look at the others. Am I drunk already? I feel drunk. They didn't seem all that willing to go full on crazy. Maybe he would have to push them a little, lead by example.

"I say we rock n' roll. You might want to cover your ears."

Without further ado, he walked away from them and up to the DJ. After a short exchange he got a nod, and let Chris and Sasha know with a thumbs up. Then he... got on the stage Chris had been on when he arrived. Yeah, I'm so drunk. He got a hold of the mike.

"Hello, ladies. Gents, screw you." He opened, offering them his best Cheshire smile. "My friend Kyle here," he tilted his head in recognition,"had the audacity of daring me. And I'm not the sort to back down."

Well, it was an implied dare, but details. The question was whether he could pull this off. His karaoke skills were far from superb and he wasn't feeling all that lucky. Well, that can be fixed...

-1 Glamour to activate Favored Fate (Hearth 2)

"So, Paradise City it is!"

  3 suxxs against 2 suxxs

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-12-07 07:22:12		Nathan rolls 8 to Presence + Expression + Favored Fate (10 Again)		6, 8, 1, 4, 5, 9, 9, 6		3 successes
2014-12-07 07:19:21		Crowd rolls 4 to Resolve+Composure (10 Again)		7, 4, 10, 6, 8		2 successes

Well, that went well. Better than he expected, anyway. He offered his audience a dramatic bow and stepped down, rushing to ask for yet another drink. Singing was thirsty work, after all. That should have gotten everyone the right amount of worked up again, now that a while had passed after Chris' performance. He hoped the same could be said of his brave companions.

"What?" He said to Chris, looking offended. "You weren't doing it."

He smiled at Buttercup.

"Feel like stepping up, Sasha?"

[Changeling ST]

Quick ST Note here. Its all good for everyone to have fun and what not. But keep in mind that NPCs are controlled by the ST Staff. So if you want to start throwing dice out there at people, poke a Storyteller and let them know