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

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah? Is that what he said?

[He's getting to that. Slowly but surely. Very slowly but surely. Freddy uses that pocket cloth too even though he doesn't have to it's just a nice gesture to make it seem useful especially when he has to deal with Larry possibly being on to him and Raikov's 'assignment'.]

[whitetwoguns]

At least as of late with the dragons. You sent him one that ignored him.

[Surely, surely that rings a bell.]

The virgin eater.

[As long as no one is choking on a beverage or anything else it is fun and games.]

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah I guess that's what it was.

[Sipping his beer.]

I heard he did a clean takedown. I guess he was the right guy for the job, I made a good call.

[whitetwoguns]

Good job, sir.

[Because it was Freddy on his own.]

Clean take down. Excellent tactic. Sounds like a good call. He was the right guy for the job.

[orangetoughguy]

[Ahem. Clearing his throat some more.]

Uh huh. That's what we do, you know.

[We being cawps. He's already reconsidering bringing up what he learned from the bar.]

[whitetwoguns]

Did you give him that one on purpose or something? There sure are a shit ton of dragons around. It should be random.

[Should be. Larry's no detective but that coughing immediately seemed like a tell. So far he is going to take a lot of advantage from the upper hand.]

[orangetoughguy]

Well. [Um.] Yeah. I mean you can't give just anybody assignments, you have to be real sure he can handle it. Strengths and weaknesses you know.

[Sip sip.]

[whitetwoguns]

I don't know the feeling. I can imagine though. Gotta keep objective, consider every angle from a tactical point of view. If it wants something then give it the polar opposite.

[Hard to smirk and sip a drink. Larry will have to manage.]

Sure isn't a virgin.

[That was before they fucked.]

[orangetoughguy]

[For another moment the kid is just utterly dumbfounded. First he was outfoxed by the open-bar-not-quite-open-bar business. Now this virgin-not-a-virgin business.]

This beer's real good. [GULP.]

[whitetwoguns]

Uh huh.

[Pat. Pat to his back. Then Larry's hand rests on the back of Freddy's neck.]

I think it's funny. I really do. It's okay now.

[Don't go on and clam up now, Newendyke. Since it's out in the open... Fine way to put it like that old man. They're in a gay bar playing it cool as though it were any other place.]

[orangetoughguy]

I wasn't gonna get him hurt or anything.

[Freddy insists in case it wasn't clear yet, because he's not that kind of guy and he's definitely not that kind of cop. That paw on his neck sure feels reassuring.]

[whitetwoguns]

I believe that. Protect and serve, that's you all over.

[Thick fingers rub. Larry takes a look one way and the next, casually. Larry can talk to him about this. No one else can.]

Were you playing a joke?

[orangetoughguy]

I was giving an assignment.

[He says casually and without guilt because that's totally what it was it just happened to have a joke in it by circumstance.]

[whitetwoguns]

And you picked the right guy for the job. He made that dragon his bitch.

[Now he'll let him go.]

That was pretty fucking funny. Don't you think it's funny? Not even a little funny?

[Just happened that way. Out of the blue coincidence that's all.]

If you gotta know, that was all that we talked about. That and Raikov's prowess.

[orangetoughguy]

[Larry's own play on words makes Freddy laugh. By now he's almost forgotten the sneaky thing he did with the bar tab.]

It's pretty funny...

[Oh look at this bear, doing his best to reassure a fox.] I don't gotta know, but thanks.

[He's not mad at Raikov (anymore), honest.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Almost? Almost isn't good enough. Completely would be better, completely until they are squared away at home is the big, big prize in this carnival game.]

I want you to know. It came up. I couldn't avoid it. Fuck, I wanted to.

[Being honest, being the victim. Officer, help.]

I dunno why I had to know about what dragon he was out to slay.

[That couldn't have possibly been a bid to get some sort of discord had it. Big, bad vet cop dolling out duty because it is hilarious isn't the spin that White finds believable. Hard to get a read on Raikov when he's all voices and coy comments before frankness. What is that? Is that a Russian thing?]

[orangetoughguy]

Maybe he was on to me and got the balls to bring it up with you.

[Freddy admits without shame now that it seems the old man doesn't hold his sense of humor against him.]

He's not stupid you know.

[No matter how coy and almost seductively naive he wants to sound. Sometimes Freddy thinks it's a ruse or maybe he boyfriend likes him that way.]

[whitetwoguns]

Do you thinks that I would do something? Punish you? Make you feel bad?

[Raikov has a flighty personality that could be seen as not very smart at times. The guy is a soldier. He's made it through this far.]

I don't think he's stupid.

[These Freddy Newendyke wiles might be played out like a top 40s song, but Larry has not grown sick of it at all.]

Do you like talking to him?

[orangetoughguy]

I dunno.... [Sip sip.] Would you? [Punish him. No overt innuendo here. Just wondering. Mmhm.] He's okay...

[No grudge held.] Kinda surprised he ain't taking advantage of the bar, you know how Russians are.

[whitetwoguns]

I should process the facts, get em all in line. Then see how big the crime so I can deal the punishment.

[Larry leans on the bar and takes a glance around in case the subject in question is around.]

Say, now. It's early. He should be pacing himself. After all, day one.

[...he almost almost slipped up by saying it was a free bar. Close call.]

You didn't answer my question, pal. How about another one. You mind me talking to him?

[orangetoughguy]

[Tricky tricky bear. Caramel green eyes are narrowing for being outfoxed, again.]

I dunno, you got any recommendations? I don't mind you talking to him.

[It's like they're having two separate conversations in one breath and it's hard to tell which is the cover for the other.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Narrow away. It makes him grin like a fucking fool.]

Woah. Now.

[The kid gets a pat to the chest.]

Recommend talking to Raikov?

[He's gonna wait for the second part. The permission with the "just a joke" bit does make it all easier to swallow.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh those eyes narrow some more. Just narrowing. Lawrence Dimick has his opportunity now to fess up or distract him some more or even outfox the kid. AGAIN.]

[whitetwoguns]

I sure don't. He came on up to me. I didn't do a thing. I think he kinda knows and sorta likes to see how I'm doing without. Pretty fucking well, I'd say. But I'm bias. I get the good action and I'm taking care of myself.

[Grin, grin, grin. Distract and distract.]

Sure got nothing to go wandering for.

[Larry has himself a self-satisfied slurp of his drink. Nice and slow. Savoring that taste. He's been playing long enough that he believes his upper hand is good enough to stick. Any person watching could see and note they could very well be married. Boring couple.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Freddy takes another sip while listening to Larry kind of prattle on. Sip sip. Sip. When the old man's done the kid pipes up.]

You sound kinda guilty.

[He says ever so casually and ever so casually still trying to turn the tables.]