Put It On My Tab

[Devyn Solway]

Devyn didn't really have the kind of money to go out and drink hard core, and that was in part because before she had spent a lot of it on drinks and smokes over the year. That basically whole year when she was dealing with her dark depression. Then what money she had saved over for her bike was spent on other things, things that were meant for her new girlfriend. So the only option she had for getting a drink was to go to one of the 'lower end' bars where she had a tab and a good relationship with the owner.

He plan was not to get wasted or anything, she honestly still felt like she didn't like to drink but it was great with helping her calm down over certain matters. Since Vera had made it clear a while ago that Devyn was not allowed to smoke, that addition focused a bit on the drinking side so here Devyn was. She had a girlfriend now so she knew she had to be careful or else she would end up being dragged off to someone’s bedroom for the night and she was trying to be past all of that. "Hey, I'll take a Jack Daniel's on the Rocks please." Devyn said as she slid onto her bar stool.

The girl she was talking too, Devyn was not sure if she had seen her before but she was pretty hot either way. Devyn of course kept that an inside through and told herself to behave and just make friends and nothing else. She was only here because she was having some nerves again, being in a new relationship and all. "Have we met before?" Devyn asked the other female when she would come over closer.

((Tag:Lavinia Ann Flamick))

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

A beer to that regular, a shot to that guy, some fruity crap to that chick, and then a Jack on the rocks. Her hands flew over the various bottles and glasses barely paying attention to faces. It was more "You got a tab? Name on the tab?" If they didn't have a tab she told them the price of the drink and they hocked up payment one way or another. Or they didn't get their buzz on.

Nights like this made things so much easier on her. She didn't have to talk so much, and people didn't expect her to be their free shrink. By now her regulars knew not to ask her for advice since she never knew what the heck they were talking about. Who cared about why their girl friend left them? Why give a damn about someone else's job problems? "Oh, cry a river why don't you bunch of babies!" She'd often find herself yelling.

Lavinia slid the whiskey on ice in front of the girl barely glancing at her. So many people blended together. She was pouring another mixed drink as the dark haired tough girl spoke up again. Turning cold eyes toward the female she stared hard trying to see if she knew her. "You got a tab, right?" That's as far as she remembered the other. If it wanted a better connection she was asking the wrong bartender

[Devyn Solway]

Devyn only really came here with other people that would drag her out to events for a little fun and generally to have some fun with her later. She came her alone however and it was always nice to see the place packed as usual. Not the bad kind of packed but enough that it allowed her to blend in with the crowd and not have to worry about being carded. She was only eighteen years old after all so really she was not allowed to be drinking.

Still, she was tall enough and easily passed for older then she was. Plus this place didn't ask questions so long as you paid your tab eventually and followed the 'rules'. Devyn caught the drink as it slid in front of her, already telling herself she was only going to have one or two tonight. The girl she was talking to was hard at work, but she managed to get her attention. Only to get a cold look that just caused Devyn to smirk a little. "Yeah, Dev's tab. The owner knows me pretty well." Devyn assured her.

There, that would hopefully avoid her asking too many questions that could land Dev in some trouble. "Are you new here or has it been that long since I've last been here?" Devyn asked. She normally would have left the girl alone to do her work but there was something interesting about her. An interesting scent hidden behind all the drinks in the room.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

Knowledge of the tab's owner she tapped into the register, found the name, and then entered in the new amount. she could give a two snot rags for as much as she cared whether the girl knew the owner. As long as she paid. It wasn't like cops came in this hole much, and if they did a few clicks on a screen and evidence gone. The owner had some book with all the tabs kept somewhere, so he might loose out one night's drinks big deal. Better than loosing clients completely.

Figuring that would be that she moved on to deal with a few more customers. But low and behold more questions from Jack Frost. Lavinia poured another beer before answering. "I'm usually day shift. Owner needed the shift covered. I like money." She hadn't been working there for ages or anything but if it was a night owl type then they wouldn't cross paths much. Again she didn't remember the girl but then again she barely remembered anyone unless they had an unhealthy habit of coming in far too often.

Someone actually ordered food and she visibly gagged before putting in the order. The customer either didn't notice or didn't care because they went about drinking and talking loudly. She however developed a nasty taste in her mouth. Never a good sign. Popping open a small vial she shook out a small tablet which she quickly tossed into her mouth. Minty freshness chased the taste away quickly followed by mouthwash she always kept nearby. Which she swallowed teeth gritting as it burned down.

[Devyn Solway]

The bartender didn't seem impressed that Devyn knew the owner of the place, in fact it didn't seem like she cared much about anything. Oh joy, another one of those types. Devyn could not help but to think to herself as she played with her drink for a moment. She did like to talk and be friendly with everyone but those who just didn't care about those around them were always a bit harder to deal with. Challenge accepted. At least, she was going to give it a shot but was not expecting stellar results with how things were going so far.

"Ah, make sense. Well you can call me Dev, so what can I call you?" Devyn asked, trying to make conversation. So the girl worked on the earlier shift, that explained why Devyn had not seen her before. She could not help but watch how the girl moved about, making the drinks, and just handing them to those who asked. Part of her wondered if it was hard to memorize all of those different types of drinks to make. At hearing someone ask for food, Dev was tempted to order some but since she was watching the girl she noticed how she seemed to be getting sick.

Well that was not a good thing to happen behind the counter of a place that served food and drinks. "You alright there?" Devyn asked, because she could not help but to notice and was a little bit worried. She was here to drink but she could not help her desire to help someone out who was dealing with a bit of a struggle. Dev was already leaning up on the counter, trying to get closer to the other girl to check if she had hurt herself or anything. Did she just pop some drugs? Devyn asked herself as she was pretty sure she saw a vial or something go into the girls mouth.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

It was talking. They always tried to talk to her at first, but they always gave up pretty fast. She was the type people avoided. People just needed to learn that they needed to avoid her first sometimes. Not that she had any problem at all letting them know that right quick.

Blinking she figured they girl would drop it but low and behold. "Lavinia." It was her name after all. "Most just yell bartender when they need a refill." Her eyes narrowed confused as to why it was talking to her. Why it was trying to get a real conversation going. Then again a lot of what people did confused her.

Once the mouthwash went down she was able to breathe again. The taste faded and after spitting into the sink her mouth felt a lot better. Looking over to the female again she had missed the question at first, but crisis over she returned to it. "I'm fine." It was watching her. It had seen. Lavinia took a deep breath reminding herself to stop calling people it. Her therapist said it wasn't nice or something idiotic. "Did you need anything else?" Why had it been watching her? Like there wasn't enough in the bar to look at?

[Devyn Solway]

Devyn was not the kind of person that would drop something so soon, unless the person made it clear with their body language or their words that they didn't want to talk about something. Even then, sometimes she would push and in this situation was when she was pushing the matter a little. The other girl didn't seem like she was all up for the conversation but she was not physically groaning or trying to avoid Devyn so Dev took that as a sign that things were still cool. Then again, the other girl was working so she probably could not get away from Devyn if she wanted until her shift was up.

"Oh? That is a pretty name. What is it? Like Russian or Greek or something?" Devyn asked since it didn't sound like a very American name. Lavinia didn't even look America, but what even was the America look when there was so much diversity over in the states? "I'm not most people. I like to get to know and be nice to the person making my drinks." Devyn said as she smirked a little. Sure it would be harder for Lavinia to do anything to her drink with her right there, but it was still important to be nice to anyone that had to deal with you, your food, and your drinks.

"You sure?" Devyn asked when Lavinia said that she was fine. The other girl did look fine, and that was why Dev went ahead and grabbed her drink and took a sip. Still, she wanted to be sure and she was also very curious. The girl had an interesting smell to her and it had Devyn wondering several things that she could not just let go. "Your number?" Devyn asked with a wink. She was half teasing, but of course she could not help but to ask such a question.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

As usual she was intent on doing her job and nothing else. There were rare occasions that men said things to her about her looks, and even more rare occasions women said them. But a glassy eyed look and an insult later they were gone. It was better that way. Then there were the stubborn ones who really wanted to make friends for some reason. Or they wanted free drinks or to get laid. Which one was this one?

"It was my grandmother's. I think it's Romanian." Holding her breath she passed the customer their nachos, then kept holding it till it was a good distance away. It-the girl, was talking again. Ah, so it was possibly free drinks. That made some sense. As much as she would love to screw around with people's drinks she actually was going to try and keep this job.

And if she knew anything about people-though she didn't understand why they did the things they did- when anyone said they 'weren't like "Insert type here"' it meant they were. Or they were way worse. At least that's what she got from listening to all the whiny wet rags that sat at her bar.

"Yes." It was still staring at her. Watching her. Why? Lavinia just stopped and stared back face blank. Number. Wasn't that code for something? Wink. It was code. Damn people and their codes! After a few more seconds of eyes focused on the girl she slipped out her pen and scribbled her number down. But before handing it over. "Why?"

[Devyn Solway]

"Ah, so you are a foreign girl or your ancestors are?" Devyn asked, already gaining more interest. What could she say? She liked her some accents and to have a taste for those that were not always full blooded American. It just made things sometimes far more interesting or dangerous but she would take things as they went. Not that she was trying to get laid or free drinks with the girl because she was in a relationship and it was a closed on so she had to be a good Devyn. That didn't mean that she could not flirt and try to charm her way into...getting a friend.

She was just making conversation with someone that seemed far more interesting than those that were hanging around the bar at the moment. She was attractive, had the look about her, and Devyn was pretty sure she could not just be a simple human but she could not be for sure. Her nose was good, but not that good in her current form so it was more of just a feeling deep down inside. Lavinia assured her that she was fine, so Devyn let it drop as she took another sip at her drink. It tasted good like always but she was already telling herself no more than this one drink just to be safe.

Devyn could not help but to blink a few times as the other girl actually wrote her number done. Wow, that was easier than I thought. Oh wait, there is a catch. Devyn thought to herself as she was reaching out to take the number. Only to be asked a question before she could get the number, which actually had Dev chuckling a little nervously. "Well, I didn't actually think you would give it to me so I didn't have a follow up for if you did. Guess you could say I like to get girls numbers and it means that I can get in contact with you again so we can hang." Devyn admitted and was honest about it all.

She really had not end goal behind it, just having a number meant that if she remembered she could call someone up to hang out if she was in need of people company different than what she normally was around.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

What was this girl a reporter? A Barbara Walters wannabe? Well, she was going to be sorely disappointed to find nothing interesting about her at all. Not to say that there was nothing interesting to find out about Lavinia there was probably plenty, but nothing that she was just going to spew out to a random person. "Ancestors." The word was spit out quickly as she tried to make three different drinks at once. Good thing they all involved vodka.

Drinks to that group, more peanuts to that guy, and an ever weary eye on the rough girl with all the questions. It was odd for someone to be interested in her. People tended to mingle with other people at the bar not focus solely on the bartender. Maybe the girl knew that everyone else in the bar had the same number of braincells as an ameba.

Number in hand she twirled the pen in her other hand standing and waiting. She wasn't expecting a great answer. Possibly a cheesy pick up line, or to find it was all some joke. Instead she got honesty. "Hang? You want to hang? With me?" Lavinia eyed the drink then the girl wondering if it was some sort of extreme lightweight drinker. Or if some guy had slipped something in without them noticing.

Figuring nothing truly horrible or mortifying could probably come out of it she handed over the number. First time she'd done it at work, okay, first time she'd done it ever. Her family had her number and one other person. Well, now it was two other people. It felt odd. "Use it, burn it, throw it in a toilet, but if you drunk dial me at four am be prepared for pain." There that was said and done.

[Devyn Solway]

"I see, still pretty cool at any rate. If you were foreign I was going to ask you to say something to me in your native tongue." Devyn said with a small chuckle. What? She liked her some accents and thought it would have been hot to hear well anything said in another language. Still, the girl being from the states didn't take down the interest factor Devyn had in her. There was still something about the girl that Devyn could not put her finger on what it was, but she knew it was cool.

She of course didn't miss the fact that the female was answering her questions in a less then pleased way, but she would let that slide for the time being. Dev could have flirted and she probably was going to a bit more before she would leave the woman alone, but she saw no point in lying about why she wanted the number. She honestly didn't think she would get it so was prepared for the girl to give her a wrong number or to toss it away while she was looking.

"Yes hang with you. I asked for your numbers so it would be stupid if I got your number but then wanted to hang out with that guy down there." Devyn said as she pointed to the guy eating two seats away from her. "Not a big fan of hanging out?" Devyn asked, since she figured that had to be the case for why she was asked the question. Could also be that the girl was not very social but that was already obvious when Dev had first started to talk to her. "I shall use it." Devyn said with a smirk as she took the number and went to work entering it in her phone. She even sent it a text to make sure that she had been given the girls actual number.

What kind of pain?

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

She wanted her to speak Romanian? Odd request but okay. "Îmi place gustul de sânge." Lavinia doubted the girl would know what it meant and really hoped that it didn't speak Romanian. Her accent was a little rusty, but she remembered quite a lot from lessons from her grandmother. That and she taught herself in case she ever decided to actually go visit the place of her ancestors. More like run away to.

Since she didn't have the most sunny of dispositions she didn't figure many people would want to 'hang out' with her. Also there was the fact that most people made her want to go on a killing spree. Her eyes drifted down to the guy eating and she had to fight the gag reflex again. Seriously how could people eat here. "I don't really hang out, no." There was only two people who chose to spend time with her, and one didn't count because it was her brother.

Lavinia shrugged moving on to take care of more customers. Drinks, napkins, payment, and another order of nachos. Just as she turned to put in the order for the nachos her phone buzzed in her pocket. That was odd no one contacted her at work. Frozen in place she had a feeling she knew who just messaged her. She put in the order then took out her phone opening the new message to read.

[Devyn Solway]

Devyn's smirk widened as she looked at Lavinia when she started to speak in another language. Devyn assumed it was in Romanian, but she could not be sure since she never heard it before and all languages just sounded like sounds to her. "That was kind of hot, but I feel like you could say something mean to me and it would not matter because I didn't understand it at all." Devyn said with a small chuckle. She took another sip of her drink, knowing that there was a high possibility the girl has said something not so nice.

She might have said something nice, but with how the girl had been behaving overall and just the fact it was easy to say something of an insult in another language when someone didn't know it. It was also the fact that it all came down to tone as well. She could have said something super sexy but because she didn't say it with a sexy tone, Dev would have no clue. "I figured as much, but would you be willing to give it a try? We could do something you like to make it easy on you." Devyn suggested after Lav informed her of something Dev could have guessed to be true.

Dev of course was not going to force the girl to hang out with her, but it was worth a shot. The girl was attractive, she seemed pretty cool, and Devyn really wanted to know what it was about the girl that made Devyn feel like there was something that made her a special. Was she a mutant too? Other customers were keeping the other girl busy, even if they still managed to talk from time to time, perhaps it would have been better to meet up after Lav was done with her work. Lav was what Dev was going to call her for the time being.

"What time do you get off?" Devyn went ahead and asked, leaning almost over the counter to make sure she got Lavinia's attention. Talking after work would be so much easier after all. She was pleased the number seemed to be right on top of that, unless it was just luck that Lav was checking her phone now. Dev wondered how she would take her message and could not help but to have a sly grin on her face now.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

Kind of hot. That meant something more than just temperature increasing. It had something to do with arousal if she remembered correctly. Lavinia found it odd that speaking in Romanian made the girl aroused, but everyone had their ticks she supposed. "It was not mean." Perhaps it would've been more satisfying to say something cruel about or toward the girl. But so had speaking a truth she couldn't necessarily tell very many people. The fact that it didn't have a clue what she said made it all the sweeter.

Attention diverted for a moment she went about business as usual. Do something she liked the idea almost made her smile. "I like to do things alone." Which was true, a tiny bit sad but true. Then again most of the things she really liked to do people tended to frown upon. Lavinia wasn't trying to shove the girl away, well not entirely intentionally. It was just such a deeply ingrained defense she didn't know how to handle someone genuinely wanting to spend time with her of all people.

"I like to eat red meat." There that was something at least. It wasn't exactly the most thrilling of activities. Dinner seemed like a safe bet for a first hang out session. But she didn't want the girl to think it was some sort of date, though she doubted the girl would want such a thing. Or that the girl was even single. "Hunting. I like hunting." There that was better but again she doubted very much that it would go hunting. Not many girls liked to kill 'helpless little animals'.

After reading the text she shoved the phone into her pocket turning to the girl again. Yet another question. "Two o'clock." since it was night time she hoped it would make the connection that she meant in the morning not the next day in the afternoon.

[Devyn Solway]

Yes, Devyn did love her some accents. Not all of them were able to turn her on and she would not even say she was super turned on even now. If the other girl kept speaking to her like that and got closer than she was sure she would actually end up turned on. Still didn't change the fact that it was pretty hot to hear the way the words rolled off of her tongue. "Aww, so you do like me then. Or at least tolerating me better then I originally thought." Devyn responded with a sly smirk as she kept her attention on the other girl still. She took a few drinks here and there but she was mostly enjoying their conversation then the whole drinking experience.

It kind of sucked that the girl was busy with work, which meant Devyn was not getting all of her attention. Was it wrong to be used to getting all the attention of someone you were flirting and having some fun with? Perhaps it was, but it was a habit that Devyn had yet to break and she honestly didn't mind having to wait a little for a response or for Lavinia to pay her attention again. "Hmmm...nothing wrong with that, but doing certain things with other people makes it far more enjoyable." Devyn responded back when the other girl said she liked to do things alone.

Devyn could relate to that, but there were just somethings that were better with at least one another person. Then Lav was telling her of other things that she liked which just had Devyn smiling and nodding her head in agreement. "Perfect. Then we should go hunting together for some red meat. I'll even cook it up. Going to go out of town to hunt, don't think my school will like me hunting so close to the school grounds. At least not with a gun." Devyn said as she finished the last of her drink and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She was classy like that.

The school didn’t stop her from hunting in her other form but no way would they allow guns anywhere near the campus unless on an officer. While she was on the squad, she was not really qualified for that sort of thing outside of hunting. "Alright, I'll leave you alone for now and meet up with you when you get off?" Devyn asked but it was more so her plan and she didn't really need permission for it. Sure it would mean she would miss curfew but she didn't care and she could just text Vera that she was blowing off some steam which was not a lie.