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Open Log; Le baiser de Vie [Myrnin's bar] Friday

When; Friday
Rating; Let's just go with R since it s a vampire bar
Characters; Myrnin, empolyees, VIPS and customers of course
Summary; A night at the Le Baiser de Vie
Log;

Le Baiser de Vie is unlike any other establishment in the City and that is it's appeal. The bar caters to those who wish to walk a bit on the edge of things. It allows them to taste danger without ever really being in danger. The front door has a beefy guard that admits entrance and directs the customer to an inner room. In that room the customers will find a a table and comfortable chair. On the table sits a device. You see, Le Baiser de Vie has no cover charge and the drinks are quite reasonably priced. However, each and every customer--VIPS are exempt, although they often pay their cover directly to the bar owner--must donate a pint of blood to gain admittance.

Once inside the bar, it is decorated almost stereotypically Gothic. The dark wooden walls are resplendent with carvings and draped with heavy, dark, red, velvet cloth. The wooden floors are stained a dark color and there are a variety of posh, dark rugs scattered over the entire place. Seating runs toward padded chairs, small tables, couches and even a wing chair or two. There is a massive fireplace with a fire roaring in it. The drinks are served in silver, ornately carved goblets. Absinthe is readily available as are a variety of wines and other liquors.

The piece de resistance of the bar is the stage. It sits high above the rest of the bar demanding attention. On it customers will find a variety of entertainment from dancing to singing to instrumental performances.

As for the employees, they are quite a mix. There are humans, more than humans and vampires--kept well in check of course. Have fun and flirt with danger. After all, that is what you're here for, isn't it?

[ooc: Taking a cue from Harry's mun here, this is a foundation for you guys to start with. Add details to the place as you wish. Start threads with your character name as the subject, interact and have fun. Just remember, unless you've had previous permission from me, customers must donate blood to get in. There are NPC vampire employees milling about. Feel free to use them as you wish. Questions, etc can be asked at the post linked in the info, through pm or im.]

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Myrnin appears somewhat lax as a bar owner. He sits near the back on a raised seat (okay so it sort of IS a throne) and presides over everything. He's dressed in rather Myrnin like clothing (http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/images/h2/h2_1983.384.1a-c.jpg). A bit dated but it has ruffles, buckles and sequins. He can't help himself. Occasionally he does come down from his throne and circle through the crowd, making conversation with various customers, whispering something to an employee or refilling his glass with a red liquid that is too thick to be wine.

Feel free to come up and speak to him or have a drink with him. He does keep his fangs 'out' as that is what the customer is paying for. If you'd prefer to donate your blood more...personally, he has a back room for that.

There are certain advantages to being under Myrnin's patronage. The larger scheme-- money, rooms for her and her alone, a remarkable amount of freedom, lessons and shoes paid for and the lead roles she still has to earn but is always in the running for-- and the smaller; slightly frightening donation machine is allowed to be bypassed (even if the new doorman takes a bit of convincing on this fact, something she'll remember for later) and the employees who recognize her don't hold her back from seeking out her patron immediately.

[ ooc: Dawn is a fairly famous ballet ingénue; feel free to accost her and/or god-mod her being anywhere in the party your character is for interaction. And of course, Kristi we discussed shenanigans for Dawn+Myrnin. ]

Myrnin is aware of the problems at the door. He's also aware that Dawn is more than capable of handling it herself. Besides, he gets perverse enjoyment out of seeing her get her hackles up. Once she's entered the bar proper, he stands up, raised above the crowd by his seat and bows to her, a smirk crooking his lips up a bit. It's an obvious invitation.

The sight of Myrnin breaks through Dawn's lingering pique at the doorman's frustrating ignorance, and she beams back, her smile wide and unaffectedly pleased. Then with one tiny, triumphant look back at the man who clearly needs to be taught Dawn's place in this world, she hurries towards the throne, slowing her pace enough that she looks graceful (if excited) rather than bumbling and over-eager.

His show isn't scheduled until later, but The Host's job is not simply to sing and dance. He mingles among the customers, delighting in their wonder and confusion at his 'makeup' and allowing them to simply brush it off as part of the show. He's willing to sign autographs, always, but that doesn't mean the requester won't be met with a hard tongue if he or she steps out of line.

You might find him at the bar refilling his glass or seated at a random table, chatting among the crowd, keeping morale lifted and seeing to it that everyone has a drink in hand. He's not concerned with the morality of the place, only that everyone gets what they come looking for: whether it's alcohol or something a little more potent isn't his business.

So with a smile and a kiss on the cheek, he'll greet you and make sure you're quite at home at Le baiser de Vie.

[ooc: as my lovely predecessors above have stated, feel free to godmod where and how he you meet him, rush up to him to gush and gawk and request a song or to ask him for contact with his agent. He is not Lorne however. He is the Host, tyvm.]

He can't help smiling at her eagerness. He is rather fond of Dawn despite what others may think. He has a different way of showing it. When she is close enough, he extends his hand to her, helping her up and kissing her very lightly on both cheeks.

"You look radiant of course, My Dear."

Tucked into a quiet corner sits a young dark haired woman, cheeks pink with excitement and a tiny bit if the make0up she'd worked so hard to perfect for the evening. She's never held true work before and it's a good thing her family has no idea what she's working as. Such a refined family seems to hate the thought of any beloved child of theirs making a specatcle of themselves on a stage, after all. There isn't a day she doesn't whisper silent a silent thank you for the chance she's taken by running away.

[ooc: Godmod away as to how you meet the little songbirdas long as she's free to go perform at her patron's beck and call. XD]

Priestly says Myrnin doesn't pay her enough mind, but he doesn't understand. That sometimes absent affection make her work harder, practice until her feet bleed so she'll be perfect the next time she dances. And he doesn't-- can't-- know how Myrnin's light kisses hardly make her flush anymore, but she still feels them.

She should say 'of course' back, and take the compliment as her due, but the affectations of arrogance aren't needed here. "Thank you. The dress is new, I had it made for tonight. Do you like it?"

During his rounds, Myrnin happens upon Menolly. She is one of his favorite little songbirds. He bows to her, picking up her hand to kiss it. She is also one of his newer employees.

"Cherie, I trust you have something fabulous prepared for us this evening."

Of course he doesn't understand. Most humans don't. If Dawn were to behave any other way Myrnin would become bored and his patronage would be transferred to someone willing to work that hard, willing to be perfect and willing to be everything Dawn embodies.

Myrnin sits back down in his chair and pats his knee. "Have a seat. The dress is magnifique. As is the girl in it. You know my tastes so well."

Myrnin rises from his seat to make his rounds through the customers. Quite a crowd has amassed. He pauses at regular intervals to chat and kiss hands and cheeks. Occasionally he kisses a particularly lovely neck in order to make the woman's heart race and a blush come to her skin. It amuses him so. When he makes his way around to Lorne he's quite a bit more business oriented.

"A good crowd has turned out for the show tonight. I'm quite looking forward to it."

If it were anyone else making the demand-- and it is one, no matter how genial Myrnin seems-- Dawn would have worked herself into a fine rage. She's not a child, and neither is she a whore; those are the two options most often available for women asked to crawl onto someone's knee. The other women in the company take lovers, artists looking for a muse or bored aristocrats who gift them with diamonds and dresses, but not Dawn. She has her patron, and that is enough.

So there's not rage, just a graceful shift of her weight so she can rest on Myrnin's knee, leaning back enough that her shoulder can almost brush his. "Merci. I hoped you would approve."

If this were Priestly or one of the younger girls in the company-- or perhaps if this was a private meeting-- Dawn would be chattering away like a magpie now; but she refuses to shame her patron in public, so instead she leans back just a bit more, pliant, and watches the room.

Myrnin encircles an arm around Dawn's waist, clearly demonstrating ownership. Relatively he asked very little of his little ballerina. Certainly nothing he would ever ask of a whore--perhaps to Dawn's dismay.

"Tell me how your day has gone thus far."

After all, he rarely got out in the daytime for obvious reasons. It amused him to hear how Dawn had spent hers.

Perhaps it's silly, but Dawn is sure if she waits long enough, proves whatever it is Myrnin needs to see before he's sure, he'll ask for more. And until then there are whores enough in Paris for a hundred Myrnin's, so she can wait. It will be better if she's perfect for him.

The arm around her waist is reassuring, and she settles back that last inch, cheek pressed lightly to collarbone. "Practice from before light until nearly dinner. Leçon took an eternity to end." She blushes slightly, and stumbles over her next words. "I know it's necessary, of course. And Mme. Broussard says my form is flawless." The remembered compliment make her smile again, heady and delicious. Some of the other girls like to claim she's only as good as her patron's money and influence, but their stricter dance master wouldn't lie, not even in the hopes it would get back to Myrnin and please him.

Myrnin denies Dawn very little and if she proves this is truly what she wishes, he's likely to give it to her as well. However, before he caves he must first determine how much of Dawn's drive is tied up in getting what she wants and how much is tied up in simply pleasing him. He'd hate for his little ballerina to lose her motivation.

"Mmm and of course Mme. Broussard is utterly brilliant," Myrnin responds, reaching up to stroke her cheek with his free hand. "I shall have to come observe practices soon. It is far too long between performances for me to wait."

That meant he'd have to go out in the daylight but that was a manageable thing if he desired to do so.

Myrnin is only half the motivation. She owes him everything, of course; the idea of ever not wanting to please him, be better than she is so he'll be proud is unthinkable. But dance is enough all on its own, as well. Her passion makes the long hours, the bleeding and aching feet well worth it. (Her seat on Myrnin's lap is a comfort, there; under her fancy slippers-- dyed to match the dress, of course-- her feet burn with the strain of the day.)

"They say she danced for the Tsar." The awe in Dawn's voice is apparent, and she shakes her head. "She's amazing, like it's all effortless for her." Myrnin's hand on her face derails her train of thought, and then his offer to come see her practice completely removes Mme. Broussard from her mind. "Truly? You don't have to, but I would love that. They've written something new, and Mme. says if I apply myself I'll be perfect for the lead."

Precisely the reason for providing a seat. Of course he could have someone bring a chair for her but it is ever so much more fun to have her in his lap. They should have a conversation regarding her motivations.

"Mmmm yes, I believe I remember seeing her long ago. I highly doubt it is effortless. So few things are. I'm quite certain she practiced until her feet bled as well." Her delight at his offer to come see her makes him smile. "Then you shall apply yourself and I shall come watch. I'm certain Mme. is right. She seems to be in most things regarding ballet."

She can't help but smile up at Myrnin, cheeks flushing a deeper pink. He's been so kind to her in the recent past and she knows she owes him so much.

"I think so. I hope so. It's something new and I think the crowd will love it."

After all this time, a chair would only be disheartening. Myrnin hasn't seen enough proof of whatever it is he's looking for to want her in... certain ways, but the affection is priceless. A denial of that would be cruel, now.

"Regardless, she looks like she's floating." Dawn's face goes from wistful to determined in a heartbeat-- someday, that will be her; performance for royalty and perfection and effortlessness-- before settling back on something near worshipful when Myrnin smiles fondly at her. "I promise, Myrnin." The name is a liberty, but his smile makes her brave enough to take it.

Myrnin does like it when people owe him but he also likes Menolly, all owing aside.

"I look forward to it, as I'm sure the crowd does."

It's not that he doesn't want her in certain ways. It's that he doesn't know for certain what it will do to this give and take they've got. Myrnin likes power more than he likes sex.

He raises his eyebrows at her fervent promise, the smirk turning almost into a smile. She's so close to everything he wants her to be. He dips his head just slightly, brushing his lips across her neck. "I can hardly contain my anticipation." On anyone else it would sound like sarcasm. With Myrnin everything else sounds like sarcasm but this is actually sincere.

And perhaps a bit...leading.

And Dawn is young and devoted enough to hand him both, willingly. Gladly, eagerly, whole-heartedly. She likes dancing, likes a roof over her head and pretty clothes to wear and someone to tell her she's done well better than any grand notions of independence.

The lips against her neck makes Dawn shiver, slightly; not in fear, but because this is what she wanted. Not the ugly machine, just... Myrnin. It gives her hope, and she sags into his arm, forgoing her posture to just curl in. "I won't disappoint you."

Oh the ways he could take advantage of that practically make him giddy.

"I know you won't, My Dear." He could have said that she never does because she never does but that transfers a little bit of power to her and Myrnin likes things the way they are.

The way she shivers and curls into him is more heady than any blood in a glass could ever be. This is why he prefers to eat fresh and organic. He nips lightly at her neck, well aware there are a room full of customers watching. This is part of the show.

And in Dawn's eyes, it's simply his due. Myrnin gave her the world, who is she to hold anything back?

The pride she can hear in Myrnin's tone makes her that much more determined. If she can be good enough, long enough, he'll find what it is he wants in her. It's only a matter of working hard and staying devoted, neither of which pose a problem.

He's never done this in front of his club before, but Dawn doesn't move; just tilts her head slightly, stares down at the sprawl of her legs over his. No one here is in any position to say anything to her outside of this room, and what a patron does with his dancer is none of their concern, beyond that.

Naturally he would agree with that train of thought. It benefits him, why wouldn't he?

And this is precisely why she is the perfect little ballerina for him to shower his patronage upon. ~~Innuendo might be slightly intended~~

There is a first time for everything and this is hardly something to be frowned upon in a club such as this. In fact, rather something to be celebrated...of a sort. He nuzzles at her neck again then moves his lips to her ear.

"Is there anything I can do for you, My Dear?"

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Open Log; Le baiser de Vie [Myrnin's bar] Friday

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"The Host"

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