Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Lutetia City: The Den

as written by Faithy

“Don’t drink? Wow… well, I do.” Shrugging, she tipped the bottle back, guzzling more of it before smirking when he admitted he hadn’t played darts. Nodding that yes, he just needed to hit the bullseye, Aimee slid to her feet and straightened her red tank and black cargo pants. Her feet were covered in a pair of skin tight boots with a slight wedge, but the majority of the boots were covered from her pants. Handing him a few of the darts so that they each held an even amount, she wandered or perhaps even stumbled a little towards the dartboard.

“Yep! Hit the bullseye. Don’t worry if you miss the first few times, I’m sure you’ll be fine. Uhh… you can go first.” Aimee smiled and stepped beside him, eyeing the rest of the pack before turning her attention back towards him.

“I’m Aimee by the way… Aimee Chevrier.” She flashed him a pearly white smile, sweeping her black hair behind her shoulders.
 
as written by Tiko

"You don't look like the rest of the riff-raff from the Phantom Quarter," Bastien told Eliza as he approached her table.

He didn't sit, but instead propped a foot up on one of the empty chairs and rested his elbows on his knees.

"What's your name?"

She was a new face, and a wolf from the smell of her. Not too many non-pack frequented The Den, and he mistakenly assumed she was one of the new additions from the Phantom Quarter pack that had been recently absorbed. Some part of it didn't add up though, and the thought crossed his mind. Why was she with the Phantom Quarter pack?
 
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as written by Script

"Seri." the werecat replied, shooting Aimee a smirk in response to her stumbling. "Just Seri. Never bothered with a last name."

He eyed up the dartboard, testing the weight of the dart in his hand for a few moments. Couldn't be too hard, could it?

He took aim, and threw the dart. It hit the board, but was a good few inches off from the bullseye. "Hmph." was Seri's only comment, as he turned his attention back to the darts still in his hand.

As he stepped back to let her take a turn, he looked from her to the rest of the pack. "You don't seem a lot like most of them." he remarked, "Aways imagined the big packs would be all like the big guy over there," he nodded his head towards Marc, "More ... how do I put this delicately... brutish." If that was delicately, then bluntly must have been something else.
 
as written by Faithy

Aimee watched him fire off one of the darts towards the door. Scrunching her nose up, she took note of its location before feeling his gaze towards her before it moved beyond her and then back again. Shrugging at his words before drinking more of the rum, she glanced over towards Marc and just snorted, rolling her eyes in the process.

“Not all of us are dickwads like Marc, Seri. He’s part of the pack though, so we put up with him, mostly.” Aimee returned her attention back towards Seri, glancing down towards his hand before back up to his face again, grinning.

“You also should work on being more delicate when you’re saying you’re being delicate. Don’t want to piss off the wrong person, hm?” She turned to glance at the dart board before returning her attention towards Seri. Her Prussian blue eyes studied him while the hand holding the darts raised up. Without even looking, she flicked all the darts towards the bullseye, not even needing to look to know she hit direct center. She wasn't as drunk as she thought so was, which was a good thing.

“More booze!” She shouted and disappeared to the bar to snatch another bottle of rum before returning to his location.
 
as written by LuLu6214

Aimee watched him fire off one of the darts towards the door. Scrunching her nose up, she took note of its location before feeling his gaze towards her before it moved beyond her and then back again. Shrugging at his words before drinking more of the rum, she glanced over towards Marc and just snorted, rolling her eyes in the process.

“Not all of us are dickwads like Marc, Seri. He’s part of the pack though, so we put up with him, mostly.” Aimee returned her attention back towards Seri, glancing down towards his hand before back up to his face again, grinning.

“You also should work on being more delicate when you’re saying you’re being delicate. Don’t want to piss off the wrong person, hm?” She turned to glance at the dart board before returning her attention towards Seri. Her Prussian blue eyes studied him while the hand holding the darts raised up. Without even looking, she flicked all the darts towards the bullseye, not even needing to look to know she hit direct center. She wasn't as drunk as she thought so was, which was a good thing.

“More booze!” She shouted and disappeared to the bar to snatch another bottle of rum before returning to his location.
 
as written by Sentry

Hubert's teeth ground tightly when Marc's hand squeezed his shoulder. The bottom of his glass rumbled atop the table as his hand quivered.

"Yeah," he growled, keeping his eyes off Marcus, and onto Cass. "We'll be there, alright."
 
as written by LuLu6214

Damon stepped into the sunlight, the gate slammed behind him. He looked at the card in his hand with the listed his parole officers name and shoved it into his pocket carelessly. Slinging his jacket over his shoulder he begins to walk down the street toward home, or at least where he called home. 10 mins later he looks up and realized he walked right past The Den turning on his heel he walks back to the door.

The door flies open and Damon walks in announcing to the entire bar "Honey I am home! I know, I know you all missed me, I missed you too. You may all resume your lives now that I have returned." sporting a huge grin on his face. He walks over to the bar throwing his jacket in an empty seat, ducks behind the bar and begins searching. He finds one of his various pistols he left that is hiding in random spots and sets it on the bar as he ducks back down searching for a bottle. "Hey! Where the hell did all the vodka go?!" He settles on a bottle of bourbon which he sets next to the pistol.

He picks up the pistol and slides a magazine into it racking back the slide and puts it in his holster. "Officer killjoy confiscated my favorite pistol, I feel so naked." He mocks with a sniffle. He pours a drink and takes a sip before hopping up and sitting on the bar. "So what did I miss while I was in the dog house?"
 
as written by Tiko

Snow looked up from his drink at Damon's question, and couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head with a small smirk. What had he missed? Snow wasn't even sure where he'd start.

"A fair bit." he remarked. An understatement if there ever was one.

From Sophia's kidnapping, to Jesse's continued disappearance and the absorption of the Runts ... it'd been an eventful month or so.
 
as written by LuLu6214

Damon turned to Snow "oh come on Snow, tell me, tell me. I was only gone 184 days." he laughs. "They let me out for good behavior. I would have been out 4 days ago but I got into an 'argument' with one of the inmates and bit him after he spit in my food. I told them I was just so hungry and he smelled like steak, I couldn't help myself." Damon howled in laughter "you should have seen him freak out, mind you I didn't shift or break his skin but watching him cry like a pup was worth it." He takes a big swig of his drink and looks around "Mmm and we got some new faces it looks like...
 
as written by Script

"I'm not very good at delicate." Seri replied dryly, "In conversation, at least."

He watched her throw the darts and land them all dead centre, frowning faintly. "Hmph. Good aim you have there." he remarked, folding his arms. "Do you always drink this much?"

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Snow sighed. "I'll give you the abridged version. Max left. Sophia got kidnapped by a serial killer, but we got her back. Jesse and a new girl who's the only one likely to be able to keep Baron out of jail were taken by the Scions, and we're working on finding out what's happened to them. We dealt with a rogue wolf from the Phantom Quarter, found a makeshift pack from the streets there in the process, and Baron let them merge with us. Ragenard's out of the pack, and Baron won't say why. One of the Ardelean wolves attacked Desmond, but she said sorry, and now she drinks here most nights. And Baron's fucking Officer Killjoy."

He let that barrage of information hang in the air for several seconds before lifting his drink and downing the remaining half. "It's not been a good couple months. But hey. I'm glad you had fun."
 
as written by Faithy

Her nose scrunched up at his words, wondering if perhaps he had a pretty terrible life. She was lucky because despite how much danger there was, and there was a lot of danger, her life hadn’t been too terrible. Of course, finding her roommate in quite a few different pieces strewn throughout their apartment a few weeks ago put a damper on things, but the nineteen-year-old was trying to get through it. That was probably why she hadn’t put down a bottle yet except to get a new one.

“I play darts a lot to keep myself out of trouble. I used to play pool, but spent most of the time apologizing to people when a ball was sent flying at their bodies. I’m not very good at it.” Aimee paused, wondering if his question was rhetorical or he truly wanted an answer since the only thing she had been doing since he walked in was drinking. Taking a swig of the rum, she shrugged a little.

“I didn’t used to drink a lot, but have picked it up quite a bit in the last few weeks. Oooh…” She paused and glanced over towards Marc before shifting her attention back towards Seri.

“You should come to our get together later, it’ll be a lot of fun and it’ll help you get to know the others… just stay away from that guy.” She nodded with her head towards Marc.
 
as written by Script

Seri raised an eyebrow. "Get together? Isn't this a get together?" he questioned, "Or do you mean something more official?"

The werecat smirked. "Will there be a buffet?" he joked, "A band, maybe? I don't know... I've nothing suitably fancy to wear to a werewolf ball." Indeed, going by the state of him, it seemed unlikely that his wardrobe consisted of much more than torn hand-me-downs pulled from peoples' cast-offs.

He walked over to the dart board and plucked the darts free dextrously, walking back to his position from before and weighing up the projectiles again. "Hmmmph." he hummed to himself thoughtfully, before turning to the board and loosing the dart.

It was off mark again, but by notably less. Seri wrinkled his nose in dissatisfaction.
 
as written by LuLu6214

"Well is there anyone who needs shooting....WAIT! Why the fuck is Baron fucking Officer Killjoy. Ugh that image burns my mind! Why? Why did you have to say that?" he drinks the rest of his glass and begins guzzling the bottle.

He finishes the bottle and reaches back behind the bar for another falling off he hits the ground with a loud thud. He groans and struggles to get up. "I'm ok! I'm oh....look a bottle of vodka!" he stands up with the bottle. "I'm pissed I wasn't here for everything that went on. I hated being caged up, it was miserable, I missed you guys...and girls. Where are all the girls at? I haven't seen some decent tail in 6 months, spent all that time with hairy dumbasses." He hops back up on the bar and begins nursing the bottle of vodka.
 
as written by Script

"You asked what you'd missed." Snow replied with a wry smile, watching with bemusement as Damon fell backwards off the bar.

"Don't ask me." he replied to the second question, shaking his head, "I don't keep tabs on where everyone is all the time. A lot of the pack will be around later tonight for the fight night, though. If you consider that an appropriate occasion to go chasing tail."

He supposed that peoples' blood would be running hot for one reason or another during the fights. Given some of the women in the pack he would be genuinely surprised if violence wasn't essentially an aphrodisiac for at least one of them.

"You might want to stay at least slightly sober for that, if you plan on showing." Snow added, "You've been gone long enough that I expect there'll be people lining up to find out if you've gone soft."
 
as written by LuLu6214

Damon looks down at the bottle of vodka "eh I guess you're right." he sets the bottle down and hops off the bar opting for a seat instead. "Anyone who thinks I've gone soft will be in for a rude awakening and a revenge dog pile...well a one man dog pile and if it's a girl...clothes are optional." he states with a smirk as he looks over to see Bastien and a girl in the corner. "Need to keep my reputation looking good."

He notices a different smell "cat? Is there a cat in here?" he looks around curious.
 
as written Tiko

At the bar Jacques was wiping down some empty glasses and lining them up under the bar as he thew Damon a scowl.

"Hey, Damon," Jacques growled. "That's going on your tab."

Baron didn't much mind the pack helping themselves to the cheaper beers, but even pack where expected to pay up for the harder liquors. He couldn't have his pack smashed at all hours, and the Den needed to turn a profit if it was going to help fund the pack.

Still muttering about Damon helping himself to the bar, Jacques glanced at the clock overhead before putting his fingers to his mouth to let out a sharp whistle.

"Last call," he announced over the din of the bar.

With a half-hour left until the bar officially closed, the place was beginning to thin of non-pack patrons while the number of pack members continued to grow.
 
as written by Tiko

"Great. Be in the cellar in a half hour," Marc said.

He gave Hubert a rough pat on the back before he moved off and left the pair to their own devices for the time being.
 
as written by Script

"Your reputation for having a two-track mind, you mean?" Snow quipped, "Guns and girls?" He rolled his eyes, cracking a small smile at Jacques' chastisement. "Oh, and booze."

At the mention of a cat, Snow's eyes slipped over to where Seri was playing darts with Aimee. "Yeah. One of the newcomers from the Phantom Quarter's a werecat. I'm not sure what Baron's thinking there. The kid's going to get himself hurt, he's as scrawny as you'd expect for a cat." He kept his voice low so as not to be overheard. He held no ill will towards Seri, but didn't think much of his chances in their world.
 
as written by Script

"Well, for one you look like you can take care of yourself," Bastien told Eliza. "For another, you don't smell like you climbed out of a sewer and rolled around in a refuse heap of dead animals."

It was an apt description, given the state of the slums where most of the new arrivals had come from. It took more than a couple of showers to get its stench off your skin, or worse - out of your hair and clothes.

"And not always, but something tells me you're not the kind to roll over and take her licks," he told her with a wink. "After the bar closes, the pack is getting together to break in some of the new members. You should come."
 
as written by Faithy

“Well, it’s not official, but uhh… more getty than this get together.” Aimee just shrugged and grinned stupidly before going back to drinking on her rum, knowing that she had a lot to pay for, but she wasn’t too worried about it. Maybe her father hadn’t even noticed she had knocked down a bottle of vodka and almost two bottles of rum. Her head tilted to the side at his questions and she snickered, watching him fire off another dart towards the board.

“Nope! No buffet. It’ll actually be downstairs in the cellar and is kind of like an umm… well, no, no band either. What you’re wearing is fine, Seri. It’s were a bunch of us let off some steam. It’ll be something to do at least.” Aimee finished off the rest of the rum before nearly dropping down the bottle. Realizing she had better stop, she just shrugged and set the bottle down on a table before glancing back at Seri,

“It’ll be a good chance for you to get to know more of the pack, eh?” She hoped he would come and hoped that everyone would be semi respectful towards him, but knew that was a long shot.

“Oh! You’re getting better!” She piped up with a grin.
 
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