@Rusalka

"Well, we've got rooms upstairs. Feel free." She'd have to go clean them up a bit since no one else was around, but no matter.

"Trade secret darling. I've just got a knack for figuring people out." Couldn't let the newcomer in on the secret just yet. Her co-workers barley even know.

@timelord1101

"Umm okay. Thanks." Wow, she's totally hot! Wait, what if she can read minds?! Fuck Liz! Think of something else! Your lezzie bone is showing!

Rather audible she gulped giving an awkward smile to the blonde. "Yeah I uh...guess you do. I ain't gonna be here long, maybe a few days. Is it cool if I check out the rooms?" She asked. It wasn't that she was picky or anything. She just needed a good excuse to get away from this girl before she ended up blabbing off something stupid, in her mind that is.

@Rusalka

She sensed the distress that this girl was putting off. She chuckled a bit and gestured up the stairs. "Of course, but mind the double doors at the end of the hallway. Dorian won't like to be disturbed."

She sighed. Maybe Clay was a thing of the past. As long as he didn't show up and start flirting with her again. But knowing their last encounter, it was unlikely that he would even speak to her.

"Would you like an escort?"

@timelord1101

"Ummm. Yeah, sure." Liz nodded agreeing to have the blonde show her around, albeit on impulse. Meanwhile she tried to keep her thoughts on other things, such as how she was gonna get back on the road to Seattle in a couple of days.

Also, "Who's Dorian?" Liz asked her, her brow furrowed.

@Rusalka

Alex poured herself a cup of coffee while she spoke, "Dorian is the owner of this fine establishment. The Nameless has always been here, he just bought it most recently."

'...Seattle in a couple of days...' She barely caught what the girl was thinking. A couple of days? Shoot... And Alex was only just getting to know her..

She walked around the counter, coffee in hand. Gesturing to the stairs with a nod of her head. "Follow me."

@timelord1101

"Oh, cool. So is he like a big-shot around here or something?" Liz replied shrugging her shoulders and following the girl up the stairs, of course getting a look at some other nice assets. Hello! You can stop trying to undress her with your eyes, perv! It was a shame that she would be leaving. She kinda wanted to know this chick a little more.

@Rusalka

"Yeah, I guess he is. Although he's a very reserved person. We don't know much about him. Just that he's the one who pays us." Alex chuckled.

She felt eyes boring into her, well... You know. Walking up the stairs seemed a perfect opportunity to sway her hips a little more than usual. Maybe she would hear some interesting thoughts.

"I never caught your name?"

@timelord1101

"Huh, sounds like a weird guy." Liz mumbled, again keeping her wandering eyes and thoughts at bay. As the girl's hips, like the curves of Venus, swayed in front of her, it took all Liz had to pry her eyes away. Dammit if she wasn't such a tease.

"Oh um, it's Liz. She answered, an evident blush to her cheeks.

"Yeah, Dorian is an odd one, but he is quite handsome. I think that the mystery adds to the allure." Alex wasn't trying to spark jealousy, or talk about her boss unprofessionally, but he was good-looking. She ultimately had a thing for Clay, but honestly she wasn't sure how that encounter was going to go.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Alex stops to turn around to Liz, as she called herself, and replied, "Alex. Nice to meet you, Liz." She smiled. "Take a look around, see what you like. Although the rooms seem to know what you want already, so its really up to the location you pick."

Clay lets Valyna's smile fill him, it was both warming and comforting.
He admired the naive hope she had, but her innocence was like another world to him. A world he could never be a part of...

'Mr right.' He thought to himself. 'Such foolish things didn't exist.' Looking at that smile he couldn't bring him self to tear down those beliefs.

He was about to reply when the familiar clicking of high heels echoed in growing fashion. His eyes darted to see Alex walking in.
In an instant all his suave and confidence faulted as frustration and confusion etched into a furrow on his brow.

He turned away back to Valyna.
"This tavern brought me here, wasn't my choice, as for settling down... Nah not really my thing." He took back his hand and balled it into a fist.

Clay walks out in front of the bar with a wire tray to collect glasses.
"Best of luck with your mr right though." Just before leaving talking distance he slyly whispers back,

"If you get tired of waiting for Mr right and start looking for a Mr right now... Well..."
He ends it with a wink and a little laugh and goes on about clearing the tables.

Hesitantly voiding eye contact with Alex at all costs.

Ixonia is walking into the tavern to see if anyone wishes to speak with her.

Ixonia was bored. Really bored. She had organized a good share of her items to sell so she might as well go inside the Tavern. Maybe today will be the day where she makes a few sales. She knew that she needed a few good sales. Not exactly for the money but for a moral boost.

She walked inside and looked around. Not many people were there but she walked to the bar for a good drink.

"'Tender! I need a drink. Just a honey mead for a dry throat and something to eat please. Perhaps a bowl of stew?" Ixonia inquired.

Having easing off on the bottle Tic had managed to get several swigs without drenching himself, he set the bottle down on the bar and took in his surroundings.

It looked like a quiet night, he wasn't sure if he should be happy for the quiet or annoyed no one would give him a reason to punch. This whole place seemed a little off Tic the whiskey tasted real, there was no blaring music or some addict asking for a spear credit so they could find a place to sleep.

@Wick
When Tic went to ask the tender a question about net access he found that the tender had up and scarpered, the only person who might now was the woman who had been chatting him up.

"Hey, where's tall dark and handsome run off too?"

@timelord1101

Alex, she liked than name. It fit the girl nicely, though what Alex said before about Dorian kinda disheartened her a little. Who knows, maybe Alex was into guys and girls.

"Nice to meet you too." Liz said with a genuine smile before turning to choose her room. The third door down the hall seemed a considerable pick as it was further off from the other rooms. Liz just enjoyed her peace and quiet; she wouldn't be able to write such good music if there was so much noise everywhere. It struck her as odd too how tranquil this place was, not like your typical roadhouse with burly bearded bikers fighting and breaking bottles, ear-hemmoragingly awful honky tonk blaring out of some old ass jukebox, and sleazy whores trying to get into your pants all the time. No, in fact, it felt as if she were in another dimension, but one where she felt at ease with herself.

Opening the door slowly revealed to her the chosen room. Wow, this place was pretty nice for a tavern. The bed looked comfortable and not like a ratty piece of shit and the air even smelled clean. "Nice pad." She wasted no time flopping down in the bed face first, a sigh of relief exhaled with a jovial smirk, "Ahhh....this is so much better than sleeping on dirt." Though she was used to sleeping on dirt, and concrete, and hay oddly enough when she was sleeping in some abandoned barn in the desert.

@timelord1101Clay avoided Alex's eyes, but he couldn't resist the sway of those hips, it was almost hypnotic, he nearly missed Ixonia's request. @Aisling
"Uh, yea sure sorry." He replies as he hurries back behind the bar, puts the tray of empty glasses into the sink and whips up a mug of honey mead.
He gives a nod as he slides the drink across the bar.

Clay then looks to the distressed pixie.@pineappletumble
"It's an open network, but it comes and goes. Never really worked it out, never really cared. But others have, don't know how tho, sorry."
He removes a dish rag from behind the bar and begins scrubbing down the counter with more muscle then necessary, he talks while barely looking up from his duties.
"Say, why's it so important?"

@Dark Light

Ixonia caught the mug and down half of it in one long slow continuous swallow. Her eyes went half closed as she savored the drink.
She then sighed with relief. It felt so good going down her throat for it coated the dryness with a smooth coat of honey yet it had enough alcohol to make her spirits rise. An idea came to her as to how to relieve her boredom.

"'Tender? Is there anything against people dancing here?" Ixonia asked.

Valyna chuckled at Clay's response about Mr. Right Now. She watched him go off to work on tables and she looked around the room. She saw the tall blond go behind the counter and she ignored her but immediately noticed Liz's response to her and grinned. She watched them walk off together a few minutes later. Valyna went to the nearest booth with a new drink and just stared out the window for a while.

@Aisling "Of course not!" Clay replies. "Please, put on a show."
He stopped scrubbing the bar and gestured to an open space of flooring free from tables and chairs.
Meanwhile his eyes followed Valyna to her booth and he hurried into the rest of his duties, adding a slight impatient pace of urgency to the tasks.
@Wick

Ixonia popped back to her ship, changed and popped back in an exotic belly dance outfit and was barefoot. She might look like she was totally unarmed but she was not. She took another long drink of her mead before she walked to the open area.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g59gWtc3Jis

Valyna could sense Clay's eyes on her. She wasn't really concerned about Mr. Right. She wasn't sure she believed in that stuff anymore than she believed in Santa Claus. She should have been happy with her life but she wasn't. She wanted more excitement and fun and someone to share it all with. She looked back at Clay and blushed. Maybe, just maybe. She got back up and went back to the bar. "Clay, what time do you get out of here?"

@Dark Light
Under normal circumstances Tic would be Frustrated if not violent about being ignored, however having had a glance at who he presumed was the bouncer he had a feeling it would be harder to pass this off as someone else's fault. Shaking his head he looked up to the rugged tender "To see who's still cewin' air, strange yours is the only bar, hell place that does have a direct line to the net"
@Aisling
Going back to his drink Tic took a more observing roll check the net's connection every second gulp, still no con... his thought where cut into from an few patrons claps and one's cheer. The woman who had been dressed brightly enough to be some sort of gannger was now is something more... interesting is the word Tic settled on before being captivated by the performance. Tic had to catch his bottle was nurrsing a few times during the performance.