Log; Ongoing

[sans-dimension.livejournal.com]

When; July 11th, All Night Long
Rating; Mommy wouldn't approve.
Characters; All are welcome, so long as they've got dancing shoes on their feet and clams in their pockets.
Summary;


Welcome to The Cat's Pajamas~

Servers are many, canaries a plenty. Find you a pretty bird behind the bar, or a Fat Cat in the back alley, it's all Jake, baby. Something's eating you? Talk to Mama Yuuko, the owner, and she'll take you for a ride.

First wiggle~ And we'll keep rolling all night long.

Log;


It was a little early to be opening up, but Yuuko didn't see the harm in it. No bulls on her tail for the past month, no one suspicious sneaking around, trying to find fault with her Establishment. Just rubes and bootleg and Jazz down to her toes. Down to the toes of everyone who danced on her floor. Every new fangled dance that those cats down on Tin Pan Alley came up with danced itself right up to her door and into her place. Swanky as hell it was, her little back alley hide away, with no room for riff-raff; only the young and the beautiful need apply. She gave them what they wanted, with a wink and a kiss, and they went wild--all limbs and legs, flappers and dappers.

And as long as they stayed quiet, never let a peep out to those wet blankets called the law, she let them get plastered, let them coddle up in the dark corners where their mommies wouldn't dare go. This was life, baby, and she wasn't going to let anyone ruin her joint.

"Boys, I want those bar tops shining. We've got a big night ahead of us, so you better pick up the pace. I don't want to see any dead soldiers, you hear? Keep it flowing. I want the girls singin' loud and clear, with plenty of wiggle. We've got customers to please, got it?"

Casting a critical eye over the proceedings, Yuuko took a long drag on her cigarette and headed for her office upstairs. "I'll be down again in a jiffy. Some one bring me a Java."

Comments

[monsterepellant.livejournal.com]

"You got it." Doumeki's answer was short and to the point as he adjusted his bowtie one last time in the mirror behind the bar, before he pulled out a rag and began wiping down the bar and organizing the liquor bottles, preparing for that night's round of guests as one of the bartenders for the evening.

[mildlyreckless.livejournal.com]

Vash wasn't going to be out long. But he just had to go out for a while. Especially to check out this "speakeasy" he'd been hearing about. The fact that Knives was apparently some sort of law enforcement officer of the era made it even more satisfying to check it out.

He was mildly but pleasantly surprised to see Doumeki behind the bar and wondered if he would recognize him while cursed.

"Yo," Vash said brightly, walking up to the bar and suddenly feeling very aware of the fact that his clothes really didn't fit in with the era. "What's good here?"

[monsterepellant.livejournal.com]

Doumeki glanced over, recognizing the other almost instantly. He smirked, slightly, in his direction. "What, Stampede--you act like you've never been here before." There was an odd 1920's lilt to his voice that was not there in his normal conversation, and he seemed more at ease and open than normal. Ah, City curses. The things you do.

[mildlyreckless.livejournal.com]

Vash's eyebrows flicked up a little at the use of his nickname, but he recovered quickly, and hopefully before Doumeki noticed his double-take.

"Hey now," he said with a grin, "I was expecting you to answer with my usual right away."

This really was strange, but Vash had to admit, he was enjoying it... Mostly for entertainment value over anything else.

[monsterepellant.livejournal.com]

Doumeki probably would've noticed, had he been his normal self. However, as it was, he was not his normal self at all, so instead he missed the double take completely and pushed off the counter of the bar with a chuckle, moving away and mixing a gin, scotch, ice and a dash of lemon together in a glass before setting it down in front of him.

"There ya go. One usual." the tall teen leaned back against the back of the bar, pulling a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and sticking one in his mouth before offering one to the man sitting in front of him.

[mildlyreckless.livejournal.com]

Vash blinked at the drink and decided he really wanted to meet this person Doumeki apparently thought he was.

"Thanks," Vash said, taking the glass and politely turning down a cigarette. It was still strange to think of alcohol as illegal, but the thought wasn't enough to stop him from drinking it. ...And it took just as long to find out why someone would like it enough to deem it a usual.

[monsterepellant.livejournal.com]

Doumeki raised an eyebrow as Vash declined the cigarette, but only shrugged, sticking the pack back in his pocket and pulling out a lighter, bending down breifly to light up, inhaling a bit and gently blowing out the smoke--looking for all the world like a frighteningly younger version of his grandfather, for those that had known Haruka.

But as it was, no one here really knew his grandfather, so the thought wasn't even touched on. Instead, Doumeki leaned a bit back on the back of the bar, crossing one foot in front of the other. "So, Stampede, what youse been up to?" he asked, one dark eyebrow raising slightly.

[mildlyreckless.livejournal.com]

"Trying to shake my brother," Vash mused. "You know, the bull. He's been sniffing around more than usual."

And Vash found it incredibly funny. Knives would never live it down. Ever.

"And you?" He was deathly curious to know what Doumeki would be recalling under the influence of the curse.

[monsterepellant.livejournal.com]

The teenager's nose wrikled at the mention of the cops. "Horsefeathers, Stampede. Tell me he's a flat tire or a goof or sumthin', an den I'll relax."

He then turned his attention to Vash's next question, merely shrugging as he took another drag of his cigarette. "You know, da usual. Kickin' out da crashers and keepin' da blotters happy...coverin' for Watanuki when he gets all bluenose on it and Mama Yuuko's gotta convince him dat it's for his own good..." The teenager shook his head, blowing out another stream of smoke. "Ah, well, as long as he don't get knocked off, I won' have to go get my iron, so s'all good. But then, Mama Yuuko would bust my head if I got in a fight when not protectin' him...you know how it is."

[charmingthief.livejournal.com]

The door swung open and Dark stepped through with Lukia at his arm. He glanced around and took in the meticulous speakeasy before looking back at the pretty lady at his side.

"So, baby, do you want to drink or dance first?"

[blood-kimono.livejournal.com]

"Let's dance first, then we can have a drink." She walked with him out onto the dance flood, turning around to face him again with a swing of her hips. "You know how to do the fox trot right?"

[charmingthief.livejournal.com]

"Who doesn't?" He placed his right hand onto her back and grasped her right with his left. Dark smiled, "Comfy?"

Then as the music began once more, he took a slow step to his left, then to his right and brought both feet together. With a quick step, they were gliding across the dance floor.

[blood-kimono.livejournal.com]

"It's the berries." A truly happy smile crossed Lukia's face as she followed his lead. Her grace as a lady was showing as they glided around the floor. "So tell me about your self Dark" She never missed a step, her eyes watching only him.

[charmingthief.livejournal.com]

"Me? I'm just a charming young man, spending the night with a beautiful babe." He winked as he stepped to the right and spun several times. "Of course, I might be supplying some juice to some of the locals. Then again, I could be just trying to lay low, get the cops off my tail, ya know?"

[blood-kimono.livejournal.com]

Lukia giggled, "Talk about ritzy moves." She would let him lead. "The real McCoy are you then? Well if that’s just not the end all I don’t know what is. That is one thing I don’t know for nothing about. You keep yourself away from those bulls right?"

[charmingthief.livejournal.com]

He pretended to be hurt as they shuffled to the side. "Of course I am, baby. Did you think I was some no good crook?" Dark grinned, "Besides, those cops can only catch what they see. They'll never see me."

"How about you, darling? What you like, besides being beautiful?"

[blood-kimono.livejournal.com]

A question about him not being seen almost left her lips but his words stopped her. "Why you Dark are very sheik." A small blush crossed her face as she smiled. "Little me? Well now you will have to buy me that drink before I let you in on that information." She twirled to a stop. "Sound like a deal?"

[charmingthief.livejournal.com]

"It'll take that as a compliment. Let's get you that drink then." He said as they paused their dancing and led her off the dance floor and towards the bar. Dark turned towards her fully and paused for a moment, as though looking for the correct words.

He then grinned widely. "You're beautiful, you dance well, and you have a cute blush. Anything you don't have, sweetie?"

[blood-kimono.livejournal.com]

"Seems that I don’t have everything. A good man would be nice." She smiled. "You got ideas I want to hear them. This doll is out for a good time, not to find a daddy, you understand, right?" Winking playfully.

[onetruejustice.livejournal.com]

This was a bad idea, it really was. What with all the talk of gangs and all other slang from 1920's America, it would be nothing short of poor judgement to wander outside into the madness.

Then again, Light needed a place outside of his apartment to think and to make his own plans; the library had been too quiet, and he'd been itching for a drink or two just to take the edge off.

Entering the bar and casting a curious, wary glance about, Light made his way over to the counter and took a seat.

[monsterepellant.livejournal.com]

Doumeki glanced over as the new person entered the bar, and he tucked the cigarette he was currently smoking into the corner of his mouth and ambled over.

"Hey, mac, what can I get youse?"

[onetruejustice.livejournal.com]

Mac? He was only beginning to understand the slang, and decided that it probably was best not to comment on it.

Looking over at the other man, Light nodded slightly and commented. "Do you serve coffee here?"

[monsterepellant.livejournal.com]

The tall teen raised an eyebrow at the one sitting across the bar from him, but he shrugged. "Shoire. One sec." And with that he moved over towards the coffee pot, getting down a cup and saucer before pouring a steaming hot cup of the stuff into it and moving back towards Light, setting it down infront of him. "One cuppa java."

[onetruejustice.livejournal.com]

It was a completely odd accent, but Light chose not to say anything about it as he smiled faintly, accepting the cup of coffee. Java, hm? Odd. "Thanks."

[monsterepellant.livejournal.com]

"Sure." Doumeki raised an eyebrow. "Youse new around here or something?"