Wondering by the local grills and bars, ' The Hammer' catchs abasi's eye. " A strong drink might set the day back straight." Entering the bar he heads for the counter stool, careful not to open his chest back up as he walks. Reaching the stool, he gives the bartender a curtosy nod. " You got anything strong, Its been a hell of a day."
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As Abasi enters the club, the loud sounds of Plan 4, a spanish metal band can be heard pumping from the speakers. The place has a mix of typical metal music fans, spiked out hair, goth clothes, chains, eyeliner, the norm seen, but also men and women dressed in typical club attire, button up shirts, short dresses, heels. The mix has attracted patrons of both cultures, very different, and yet they seem to have found a common interest in Hammered and its spanish and metal music, and the nights where both are played, including spanish metal.
The bartender looks at him with a nod and a wink, a young latino male in his early twenties, dressed in a red button up shirt and black "tripp" pants, a combination of the two styles of this club. "No worries, I got you." He says before turning to make Abasi his drink.
Mateo sits in the VIP section, looking down at the patrons as he often did, watching with a predatory eye, noting movements and such. He is dressed in a dark orange button up, with the sleeves rolled up, a black vest and tie counter-balancing the orange. Black slacks and black boots also.
Placeing two twenties on the table, Abasi turns in the stool to take in the club. " So this is the club life huh? nice place you got here."
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Vinny wanders into Hammered, soaking in the atmosphere with a wild smile, his new haircut ever so close to the scalp and his hoop back in his ear, absent for so many years it had taken a while for Vinny to re-pierce.
Looking around, he instantly spotted Mateo looking down from the VIP lounge and sent him a salute along with a wink, before his eyes took in Abasi, who he recognised. With raised eyebrows, he looked back up to Mateo and removed his pack of cigarettes, holding them up to his Alpha, the question unspoken.
Well, is it okay to smoke inside?
The barber had the Last Laugh...
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Mateo holds up a still burning cigar as Vincent questions him with the pack of cigarettes. He smiles at him, nodding his head. He notices Vincent taking in someone, with a look of recognition. When he looks at the man, he notices hints of the wolf in his movement but makes no move to leave the VIP yet.
Last Laugh could handle this, and if things got aggressive, Mateo would step in. He didn't know this wolf, but the man seemed to just be wanting a drink. He'd watch to see how things continued...
Catching sight of the two individuals gazeing at him ,seemingly in a silent conversation of their own with slight tension in their stare, apparently not to keen on his presence here . Letting out a long drawn out sigh he turns back and slides the money across the counter for the bartender to reach. Damn my luck keeps catching up with me... " Make it a double. Seems this day isnt finished with me yet."
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Hammered, Jeremiah had spent the last five minutes of work figuring out how to get to the place and the last 30 seconds not ripping off his boss's head.
bad day at work
The walk over had helped him cool down. Reasserting the cold detachment that he has cultured over years. Entering Hammered he sees Vinny and makes his way over to the last laugher.
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Vinny gives a nod of his head to Mateo as he lights a smoke and wanders over to Abasi, remembering him from the first change in the grounds of Wagners. Keeping an open smile on his face, he heads over.
"Hey, Sandman right?" Vinny perches on a stool nearby and spots Jeremiah, giving the latest addition to the Sworn a wink.
Takeing a moment to finally recognize vincent, Abasi relaxs a bit giving the man a nod. " Yea. Hey there, last laugh was it?" < Atleast this one was civil.>
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"Just Vinny will do," Vincent replies to Sandman, ordering a round of beers for himself, Abasi and Jeremiah. The fourth he sends up to the VIP lounge for his Alpha while the last he sends the way of some chick down the bar who had caught his attention, albeit briefly.
The thought that it could be a relative of Mateo's didn't enter Last Laugh's head. Some things were worth the aggro.
"How have you been?" he asks Abasi.
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