tampered | the openest log to ever open! <3

When; Evening of April Fifth
Rating; probably varying by threads
Characters; EVERYONE IS WELCOME
Summary; Big ol' open log for the grand opening of Isaak's bar~ Feel free to come and socialize, even if you don't know the guy! Hooray!
Log;

Word has been spreading, in a quiet sort of way-- a tasteful poster here, an idle comment there, a few personal invitations (with varying degrees of detail) delivered by Isaak himself, and (of course) the polite request that others pass the word along. Simple, but (one hopes) effective.

The Wolf's Den is luxurious without being overly ostentatious; it's warmly lit and comfortable in spite of its newness, with comfortable leather seating and a well-stocked, under-lit bar. No detail has been overlooked-- and, perhaps, no expense spared-- from the hardwood floor to the ornately-tiled ceiling.

There's plenty of food and drink to go around, and as the evening gets underway, Isaak is contentedly mingling among his guests, socializing and keeping an eye on things in equal parts.

So, have a drink; make some new friends. Everyone is welcome, here.

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[He visibly stiffens because that's a call out and secondly because somehow or another Raikov is just one of those people that got out his name. Ah. Well. Grin and bear it. To save a little face he doesn't respond immediately.

Come now, old man. Let's not be rude.]

Well. Hello.

[Raikov struts on over with a smirk spread across his lips. Confident as always - and considering this is a gay bar...]

It's been a while. How've you been...?

Good. I'm doin' well. Real well.

[Well enough to think that this is a good idea. White takes a sip of his drink.]

How about yourself?

Pretty good. Got to hunt a dragon the other day. ... That was interesting.

[He eyes the seat next to White]

Mind if I join you?

Hunt? You mean gun it down that sort of hunt?

[Interesting and dismaying. White surrendered his own dragon Dupont. He's up in that big ring in the sky or whatever.]

I heard some of em got real nasty

[Likely deserving whatever end they got.]

For a bit, sure. My company's still out and about.

[Raikov sits down and leans back a little]

More like investigating. I was able to tranqualize it though once I studied its behavior enough. Orange gave me the weirdest choice for a dragon. Not sure if he was poking fun at me or not.

[OOC: I'm just gonna assume Orange told Raikov the dragon went after virgins. XD]

[Oh. There was a small, fleeting hope that Raikov would turn tail.]

Did he? [Now this is an interesting subject worth talking over.] Did it burp bubbles or something?

[Orange? Make fun of Raikov? Never doesn't seem like it would be the answer but who can say.]

[He purses his lips]

... It only went after virgins.

[He snorts.]

What?

[Now a headshake.]

Virgins. ...how'd you figure that one out?

He said the dragon was "special." So I asked and he told me.

It was chasing after younger people. Teens, mostly. Completely ignored me.

He must have known that [....it would be funny. No, old man. No.] That uh you were the guy to handle it. I mean, it really was out to get people.

[Kids are virgins. That's a sobering thought. They got no business being eaten for just being innocents that they are.]

So you could sneak up on it.

[Raikov wrinkles his nose]

My reputation isn't exactly a secret, even I know that. I suppose I was literally the safest choice for the job...

You mean for being an excellent civil servant?

[No. That isn't what he means at all. Do they have to talk about this? He was hoping they wouldn't. White shrugs.]

...Or were you talking about something else?

[The soviet just stares blankly at White for a moment or two]

Really? You of all people should know...

[Ah. The old man rubs his nose. Yep. They're going there. The low lighting is merciful to his expression.]

What's the opinion of one notch?

[That's what he was to the Russian, right?]

You aren't the only one, dear.

[Too bad for White, he was a little more. If the man were indeed a one night stand, Raikov wouldn't be talking to him.]

I don't have a head big enough to think otherwise. You give off the impression of doin' well for yourself.

[Oh dear. The old man is one to believe that words can only be words. He's not quite onto the soldier boy. Pity. It might benefit him.]

How cute.

[He finally orders a drink - straight vodka. How Russian.]

I'd like to think I do, although it's quieted down a bit.

[Not that he minds. Nathan's skills keep Raikov from wandering most of the time]

[Cute? What? It' impolite to openly scoff but his eyebrows raise. Cute and Lawrence Dimick seldom cross paths.]

Yeah? A man should rest. Enjoy it while it lasts, right?

[He nudges Raikov a smidge. Not while he's drinking. At least now.]

[Raikov smirks at the nudge]

Well, quiet in the sense of just one person... He doesn't give me much time to rest though.

What's that now?

[Because it sounds like Raikov is monogamous now. What.]

Happens to the best of us. Congrats.

[No. Really. He thinks that is what it is.]

[He is... in a way. He's really only slept with Nathan for the past few months unless they've had random threesomes. ~~Which I actually need to ask about.~~

Raikov raises his eyebrow at the compliment]

What're you congratulating me for?

[He pauses mid-sip and squints a little.]

For you. Your one person.

[Your guy. Your boyfriend. Ahem. Now he can take a sip for certain.]

... I still don't see why you're congratulating me.

[But he takes a gulp of his own drink]

I can tell.

[...so maybe he has to spell it out? He would like to believe that this is due to a language barrier.]

Are you both a couple or just fucking?

[That cuts some bullshit there.]

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