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Date: May 30, evening
Location: Bar
Status: Public! Come and arrive, we're playing.
Summary: Truth or Dare?

Following up on an idea she had had a few days ago, Kirby had slipped small notes into people's rooms before she had goen down to the bar, inviting them to join her in the bar for drinks and a game to better get to know each other - considering they were living in the same place, after all.

Now she was sitting at the bar over a glass of beer, playing with the empty bottle. Jan sat across from her at the table. She had not informed him of the game she had planned, but simply invited him for a drink. He didn't seem the type that would purposefully seek entertaiment.

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Jan was getting over his unease at entering the bar - at least as long as he had company. With the Sergeant around he could almost relax and the beer was surprisingly good considering they were in England.

He still preferred to keep an eye on the door, though and tensed whenever somebody entered.

Raphael happily made his way to the bar, wanting to be there when Rose showed up. He couldn't wait to tell her about Venice and give her the Italian meatballs he had very carefully picked out for her, the best pieces of meat he could find. He saw Jan and immediately remembered how upset he had been when Raphael last saw him.

Trying to appear unthreatening, he gave a gentle smile as he approached. "Hello."

Technically Gabriel had been off duty for half an hour, but he wanted to finish cleaning.

He ran a finger along the last shelf and held it up, satisfied to see that there was no hint of dust, before replacing the equally dust-free books. There.

Standing back, he admired the spick-and-span library for a moment before making his final rounds to push in all the chairs and switch off the lights.

As he entered his room, he noticed some pieces of paper on the floor and sighed, picking them up and piecing them together as best as he could. He didn't bother chastising the cats; Ta-Miu would ignore him and Earl Grey would give him the sort of look that made him feel guilty for doing so.

Drinks and a game? It sounded like fun, after spending almost the entire day surrounded by books and puffs of dust. He refilled the cats' food and water dishes, changed their litter tray, washed up and changed into a clean T-shirt and jeans before heading down to the bar.

"I hope I'm not too late," he smiled as he entered.

Edited 2011-01-27 04:35 (UTC)

Raphael turned, smiling when he saw his brother as if it were for the first time. Since his arrival from Venice seeing everybody again just felt like the first time. It may have been four days away, but Raphael felt as if an entire lifetime had passed. "Late for what?" he asked. Was there a party going on he hadnt known about? He could always see if Rose wanted to talk outside instead...

Kirby waved to Gabriel. "Nope, Horatio," she said. "Not late. There's plenty of time. Look, most people aren't even here yet."

She took in the red-haired man and wondered if she'd missed a room or if he'd simply not been there since she left the note. "We're going to have a night fo games, Coppercurls," she told him. "Why don't you join us? It's going to be fun!"

Coppercurls? That was a new one.

"It does sound fun," he said, and it did, but he had already made plans with Rose and he didn't want to back on his word. Maybe she would want to play too? And actually, if people were coming, it would be a perfect opportunity to share that cake he brought back from Venice!

Rose was done with her work for the day and made her way to the bar to meet Raphael. She was more than happy that he was back again!

Smiling slightly she opened the door and went in, stopping in surprise when she saw how many people were there. She hadn't expected to see other customers, she had gotten the impression that most of the time the bar was pretty empty.

"Hello Gabriel, Mr. Skovasja, ma'am, Mr. Dawson."

She nodded at each of them and then just hugged Raphael tightly.

"Hello Raphael. I'm glad you're back."

Gabriel glanced behind himself before remembering that Kirby meant him.

"Hello, Rose," he nodded to her before taking a seat next to Kirby.

"What sort of game will we be playing?"

"Good evening," Jan returned the redhead's greeting a little hesitantly. He was still embarrassed about that incident and would have preferred not to see either of the two men involved in it again. His greetings to Rose and Gabriel were a lot more heartfelt, though voiced just as stiffly.

"A night of games?" he asked the Sergeant surprised. It sounded very promising, though he hoped that she didn't mean gambling. A round of chess might be nice, but there were too many of them for that. Maybe Mensch-ärgere-dich-nicht would be a good choice, but he didn't think that was even known in England.

Raphael hugged Rose warmly. He wanted to give her the meatballs now but it might seem suspicious. So he stood, non-chalantly tucking his bag beneath his arm. "I'll be right back."

When he returned, he was carrying a large box, which he set on the counter. His tiny wings wriggled from beneath the collar of his shirt and flapped wildly.

"I was thinking something to get to know each other a bit better?" Kirby suggested. We're kind of sharing a home after all." She glanced over at the box. "What's in here?"

"Cake!" He smile, though he didn't lift the lid. "I brought it back from Venice. It's one of those that has different slices of various choices, so if you don't want chocolate, you can have something else."

Rose followed Raphael, inhaling deeply. No, the cake didn't smell like something she'd want to eat.

She stood behind Raphael and started first petting and then softly grooming his tiny wings. How she had missed this. Pity she couldn't just change into Cloud here afterwards.

Turning her head to the woman she asked

"Something to know each other better? What kind of game would that be?"

Raphael made a sound of contentment, pressing the still-growing limbs into her hands. Even the feathers were still more fuzz than feathers but wing grooming was something he enjoyed greatly.

He wanted to tell Rose he had meatballs... Large, carefully picked out balls of Italian sausage just waiting for her, but the less people knew about her eating habits the better. He remembered hiding how raw the steak really was at his dinner party and still hoping no one would ask her about it.

Jarod had been quite unsure about what to wear to the meeting with games and drink that he was invited to. Formal dinner parties were one thing. Meetings at the bar could go anywhere from quite formal to extremely casual. He settled for black jeans and a t-shirt, covered by a shirt he could always quickly button or take off all the way if need be.

Thus attired, he went down to join whover was there already.

It was quite a crowd, although by far not as many yet as there had been at the dinner party. Two of the were angels, and he saw Skovasja and, of course, the hostess. Joe behind the bar, and the girl who cleaned and held the reception desk part of the time.

"I'll try that lime juice you mentioned, Joe," he told the bartender as a quickly waved at the others, then slid into a chair at Kirby's table. "How is everyone?"

Belial was dressed in form-fitting black as usual; his boots echoed slightly across the lobby as he made his way to the bar. The evening's activities sounded like fun; informal occasions and alcohol often loosened people's tongues, and it was always good to have information about people. You never knew when you might need it.

He paused in the doorway for a moment, taking in the attendance and grinning at Raphael and Rose, before moving to the table at which Gabriel sat together with a few others; if all else failed, he could always entertain himself by annoying the Messenger.

"Good evening," He nodded to Gabriel, Jan and Jarod, before extending his hand to the blonde woman with a smile. "I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting you before. My name is Belial."

Gabriel half-rose to bow to Jarod before remembering that He wouldn't like it. "Doing well, Lo - er, Jarod."

He nodded curtly to Belial, hoping the demon would focus on the others, and waved to Joe.

"Good evening, Joe! Might I have a glass of red wine, please? Thank you."

He watched Rose and Raphael curiously. Other angels weren't nearly as protective of their wings as he was, of course, but still... He trusts her a lot, it seems.

Rose nodded to Mr. Russell and Belial, still stroking Raphael's tiny wings. The soft feathers reminded her a lot of the soft fur on a pup's belly and she began to softly tickle the wings, smiling when they flapped out of her grasp for a moment, only to be pressed back into it.

She stroked and groomed the wings for a bit longer before she let her hands stray to Raphael's back between and around the wings, carefully, tentatively stroking the sensitive skin there. Rose was watching and feeling for her friend's reaction, prepared to go back to stroking his wings if he gave her a sign that backrubbing wasn't welcome.

The backrubbing was, in fact, very welcome. The closest way to explain it to a human was that having wings growing in was the equivilent to having their wisdom teeth growing. The skin feels especially sensitive, even sore especially around the base.

He let her know it was okay by pressing into her fingers, hand still on the box. He nodded to each as they entered. "What game are we playing?" he asked.

Kirby half-rose to offer her hand to the newcomer in black. "Hi. I'm Kirby," she told him. "Come and get comfortable."

Atlan ventured downstairs slightly amused. "Drinks and games" reminded him somewhat of "bread and circuses". if anything, it would considerably ease his boredom.

He entered the bar, indicated his order to Joe with a quick gesture, nodded vaguely at everyone and stood aside to see what people were doing.

Jan greeted Russel and Belial and returned the white haired stranger's nod.

The man with the little wings made him nervous, though they were probably just some weird party trick meant to entertain them, so he inched away from him trying not to be too obvious about it.

Joe served everyone their drinks. This was going to be one profitable night for him. His bar had never been this well-filled before.

Duncan and Methos came down to the bar together, Duncan surreptitiously checking his hair. He stopped when he noticed Methos' glance. So the lady who had invited them was hot. So he wasn't that desperate, right?

They entered the bar, where the conversations among the people present, although not deliberately loud, already formed a very noticable basic noise level.

Apparently it was his fate to come too late to Kirby's meetings at the bar every single time. Well, no reason to break a habit.

He arrived at the bar just a moment after two of the other guests entered. The place was fuller than he had ever seen it before. He tossed a cheery greeting in Joe's direction, then moved to take a place at Kirby's table.

"What are we playing?" he asked.