the openest log to ever open! <3

[defies_reason]

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.

Comments

[defies_reason]

Different is necessary; there are, after all, any number of bars in the City, something has to set a new one apart.

Alternately mingling and stepping back to watch the evening proceed, Isaak has been fairly pleased with the turnout. For now, he's making the rounds again, chatting pleasantly with strangers and old friends alike.

"Enjoying your evening?"

[bettercallit]

Clint turns at the voice close by, checks him over with a quick, subtle glance, and then looks around, expression appearing to be weighing up the place. He shrugs, gives a single nod.

"Well, I'm not not enjoying it." He's got a cheeky, lop-sided smile playing at his lips. "You the guy in charge?"

[defies_reason]

Cheeky indeed.

"I suppose I am," he answers easily; a statement of fact, no trace of false modesty. He offers a hand.

"Isaak," he says simply.

[bettercallit]

Eyeing the man's hand, Clint takes a second before actually reaching out and taking it; he's always wary around new people, whether he wants it to show or not.

"Clint," he returns. "It's not a bad place. City's been needing something like this for a while."

[defies_reason]

It's only a handshake, not a marriage proposal. No need to be shy.

"It did seem that way," he agrees. "Part of why I chose to open it."

[bettercallit]

He's got trust issues, but he'll deny them and shrug it off every time.

"Know a few guys who might be interested in a change of scenery, I'll have to drag them down."

[defies_reason]

"Glad to hear it," he answers easily. More business is always good for business.

[bettercallit]

"You been in the City long?" Because somehow he's managed to miss crossing paths with him until now.

[defies_reason]

"Since December, though I've not been terribly social the past few months. Hard at work, obviously," he answers with a gesture to the bar around them.