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Post by Guardian on Aug 6, 2016 5:59:53 GMT
Iron Maiden -12am- "Don't worry Vic, you're gonna have the time of your life tonight! Even someone as boring as you has to have fun here!" Somehow Victor Graves (real name: Uriel) didn't think that what his rather drunk boss bob told him was going to be the case. The entire night thus far had been nothing but a series of mishaps and unfortunate events. It had all begun earlier in the afternoon, when while working from home Uriel had gotten a call from work about the project he had been working on. Thanks to the efforts of the team (or in reality Uriel making it seem like it was the team) the database project they had been assigned to complete for a major bank had been completed a whole six months early. Uriel's boss was so thrilled that he had invited the team out to dinner. Uriel was under the impression that it would have been a quiet and boring night even by his own rather simple standards. Boy howdy was he dead wrong. The earlier dinner was not at a place that Uriel had expected. While he didn't recall the exact name of it, it was some kind of place where there were many waitresses wearing rather tight uniforms who served the house special of fried chicken in a variety of forms with a variety of highly spicy sauces. The chicken itself was actually quite delicious, though the waitresses were rather...Distracting from any dinnertime conversation, especially with some of Victor's colleagues. Unfortunately the said establishment also served alcohol. Although Victor abstained from drinking his colleagues (including his boss) did not. It went downhill from there. Soon the entirety of Uriel's team and his boss were dragging their so called "boring" co-worker from bar to bar between bottles of beer, looking for the most "hopping" place in the district. In the process they had nearly instigated several fights and even destroyed an unfortunate fence. To Uriel, there wasn't much fun in this kind of chaos. There was a good reason he hid himself as the boring programmer Victor Graves: Boring was vanilla. It was average. It did not draw attention or suspicion. That was precisely the reason Uriel did not go out of his way for excessive excitement and left his interests in adventure in the world of "Anime" (as it was called). He could have been home, enjoying the night by watching a few episodes. Alas, he was not. Instead Uriel found himself in a very large, very loud bar he did not recognize trapped with his coworkers and his clearly inebriated boss. And things were only about to get more complicated...
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Post by Iron Maiden on Aug 7, 2016 6:56:37 GMT
 Midnight was one of those times where Lucille was sometimes had panic attacks. This was not helped by her grandfather suddenly appearing in her room when she was wrapped in a blanket with her eyes on the computer watching the latest anime while he ranted about what her powers were and not to take them lightly, yadda yadda yadda. She finally figured out that he really didn't want to appear in public places due to the press and whatnot. Also, she really didn't want to spend time with Grandpa Ozzy at the moment, even though she knew he really wanted to form a tie with her. It was kind of cute, really. Then again, now wasn't the time for that. Now was the time for drinking at the local bar.
"Lucy, your gig is coming up soon. Ya don't want to be too drunk, y'know?" The barkeep was busy pouring her yet another glass of beer. Lucy was practically raised on the stuff, seeing as her father was the owner of a pub in Dublin. "Yeah, well why don't you worry about that later, Dennis? Also pass me some of those pizza poppers, yeah? Girl's gotta eat!" Whenever Lucy was drinking, her accent always manifested itself much more prominently than when she wasn't drinking. That was just another stereotype she had to deal with. Dennis shrugged and passed her the dish the bar was sort of known for. "Yeah, you're just going to be on for about fifteen minutes, right? Shame I couldn't get you on for longer..." Lucy shrugged. "If you could get me a band I'd perform for an hour, maybe more. Then again, people will be coming for the booze and possibly some fans, yeah?"She grabbed a popper and leaned her head back. Lucy threw the popper into the air and it landed in her mouth, right as a group of people decided to come into the bar.
Speaking of which, O'Malley's wasn't at full capacity, but it was full enough to warrant a decent sized profit for Dennis, the proprietor and long time friend of Lucy. Lucy wasn't getting paid for her gig tonight, mainley due to the fact that she owed Dennis for accidentally knocking over a bunch of alcohol after sending the cocktail shaker flying into the liquor shelf. Well that was absolutely embarrassing. And he refused to take a ton of money and instead insisted that she owed him a show.
And so, that coupled along with the fact that she didn't want to be near her room at midnight was what led her to O'Malley's at midnight. Nothing more, nothing less.Lucy grabbed the beer and pizza poppers and spun around on her barstool and looked over at the newest patrons. Meanwhile, she heard a ruckus over at the pool table that was quickly put down by Dennis shouting across the establishment. HE sure could be fierce when he wanted to be. Back to the people that had entered...
She scratched her head and threw a few poppers in the air before catching them all, getting a scattered drunken applause from the few barmates at the bar. She focused her attention on one of the new patrons in particular. He was tall and didn't really look like his compatriots, some of which were almost a bit tipsy. No doubt they were on a sort of bar crawl. She turned back around and downed the entire glass, tapping the bar for another refill. Dennis groaned and filled her up. "Look I know you have a high metabolism, but do you really think a rocker would go out on stage piss drunk?" "Axel Rose went on stage drunk off his ass." "Yeah but Axel is an ass." "It's a good thing I'm not Axel, right? Also who are those blokes that just walked in?" "I haven't seen them here before... Well, the tall guy at least. Not sure about the others. I'll give you five more miutes, Loose." Lucy shrugged and drank the rest of her beverage. With any luck those guys would sit nearby...
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Post by Guardian on Aug 8, 2016 1:43:58 GMT
As Victor and his co-workers sat down, the ancient artificial angel hiding in plain sight took stock of his appearance and noted just how much he stood out relative to the others. While his other coworker's fell perhaps ironically close to what you might consider the appearance of a computer programmer (especially with how unusually short some of them were) Uriel stood out quite a bit. Not only was he relatively tall at an inch over six feet, but he actually looked quite good. Yes, he had oddly long hair tied together into a very loose ponytail, but so did another one of his coworkers (thankfully). Unfortunately the natural look and charisma of an angel was something that was difficult to hide. Well, Victor could have cut his hair to help alleviate any looks, but since his hair grew back in a matter of days if it wasn't a certain length it was an annoying and temporary solution. His clothing did not help in the slightest either. While all his coworkers were dressed in very casual clothing, Victor was dressed in a strange semi-casual mix of jeans and a blue button-up work shirt, whose sleeves were rolled up at the moment. Victor had to admit, he did not understand the idea of sacrificing a clothing's comfort for the sake of appearances. He didn't question it however, as it was merely a reality he would have to live with. As the group sat down at a very large nearby table, Victor couldn't help but notice something. An attractive red-haired woman sitting at the very nearby bar. She and the bartender seemed to be looking at him quite thoroughly, singling him out from the other members of the party he was with. It was slightly unnerving in its own way. ...can they tell that I'm not human? Victor pondered to himself. He looked at the woman, his eyes meeting hers for a moment as he looked her over... "See a pretty lady that catches your eye, eh Vic? We've got an open seat, invite her over for a drink. And maybe some food." Victor's boss Robert (AKA Bob) said in a loud, audible tone. Loud enough that the woman clearly would have been able to hear him. Graves unconsciously thought of bad words that were not appropriate to be said in most circumstances. Especially for an angel. In fact, the secret archangel was so flustered by this turn of events his face turned red as he spoke as quietly as he could. "B-Boss, what are you doing?! You can't just accost a woman to the dinner table like that! Especially in such a crass manner! Victor said, for a moment letting his mask slip with his much more regal vocabulary. Being flustered in regard to the opposite sex was something of a weakness that Victor had. Bob was suddenly silent for a moment before laughing, which got the attention of Victor's co-workers who had been deciding what to drink and eat. "Ahhhh Vic, it never ceases to amaze me that your such a straight arrow. I thought I was joking, but maybe we need to invite her over. You need a much higher PWE in your life. At this rate you're currently going at, you'll become a wizard!" While Victor didn't understand how not being around women would make him gain magical powers, he was far more concerned about this "PWE" that his boss was talking about. Was it some kind of advanced concept that he didn't understand? Almost cautiously Victor chose to inquire. "PWE?""Percentage of Woman Exposure, of course!" the man responded drunkenly. Victor gave his boss a deadpan gaze as he said that. This man clearly was very drunk, and had a huge amount of potential to get himself AND Victor into trouble. It only got worse when his boss decided to once again take control of the situation in the worst way possible. "Heya babe! you at the bar!" His boss called out to the red-haired woman. "We've got a free seat here, want to join us? Its our treat!" Bob offered, indicating to the seat that happened to be right next to Vic. Very close, as a matter of fact, as the seat wasn't even a seat but a bench. That was going to make things a bit awkward for Victor and possibly the woman. Facepalming at his bosses incredible ability to get himself into trouble, Vic only hoped for the best... Iron Maiden |
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Post by Iron Maiden on Aug 8, 2016 6:58:33 GMT
 Lucy couldn't help but giggle at the boss of the table and turned back around to Dennis. He sighed and shrugged. "I know what you're about to ask... Yeah, you can go over there for a few more than five minutes. But you ain't leaving this place without performing. Who knows? Also, yeah I recognize 'em they're software engineers, the one that called you over is the boss, I think. The tall one hasn't been here before." Lucy looked over and counted with her index finger the number of people and looked up at Dennis. "That boss seems like a sorry drunk... I'm going over there. Oi, gimme enough drinks for the table. I'll take it over. And for the love, make sure you include me ont here! You know good and well my metabolism can take it, yeah?" Dennis poured the booze and placed it all on a serving tray for Lucy to carry over. She carefully picked up the drinks and walked over to the table, placing the drinks down on the center of the table.
"Well heya you lot! What brings you to O'Malley's? Name's Lucille Steele! A goofy grin appeared on her face as she slid next to the blonde bloke and grabbed a glass of beer as she surveyed the table. Most of them appeared to be typical of what you saw in programmers, but this "Vic" guy seemed quite different. Apart from his looks, something seemed different about him, but then again, everyone seemed weird to Lucy.
She was already looking over everyone and focused her attention on the one she could've heard them call Vic. Vic... That short for Victor or something? Awesome name!" Lucy raised her glass at the table and a giant smirk appeared on her face. "A toast to the lady at the bar, yeah?" She raised her glass to the center of the table and awaited a response, preferably some toasts all around.
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Post by Guardian on Aug 8, 2016 21:00:52 GMT
...Wait, what?
Victor's considerable calculations hadn't accounted for what was now happening. Victor had anticipated his boss getting any number of rather aggressive and colorful gestures from the woman as a result of being so cavaliar. Worst case scenario his boss would have been physically attacked. If that had happened then the one upside of the situation would have been that at least the madness of the bar crawl would have been over. That, however, was obviously not what happened.
Not by a long shot.
Instead, much to Victor's surprise the woman actually came over to sit down and join them, carrying a large tray of drinks over for the entire table. Her name was apparently Lucille Steele.
"We came to celebrate! We've been going around town looking for a good place to celebrate for a huuuuuuge breakthrough at work. We got a project done super early and are getting a big bonus as a result!" Bob responded, again in a slightly drunken tone. Vic hoped that he wouldn't blab about things too much and break their NDA. Thankfully it seemed that somehow even when filled with as much alcohol as a bottle of rubbing alcohol Bob seemed to know how to not talk about things from work he wasn't permitted to discuss. Too bad it didn't give him any more restraint about vandalizing that lamborgini 10 minutes before they got to O'malleys. Vic really hoped that didn't come back to haunt them, as that car did indeed look expensive. When Victor's name was complimented, he scratched the back of his head almost sheepishly.
"Uh, thanks. he responded in an embaressed tone. It probably didn't help that he was sitting so close to Lucille. Why was he so nervous? Part of it was because posing as a human was not exactly an easy task, and the other part was the constant strain his co-workers were putting on him as a result of him attempting to have a modicum of restraint. While Vic did take one of the mugs for a toast, he specifically did not drink from it. The last thing he wanted was to unveil his unusual physiology through any means, and ingesting something like alcohol was almost certain to do this. Especially if he ingested it in large quantities.
"We're not the ones who should be celebrating as much as Vic though! this guy is such a nice guy and works his backside off, yet hes also such a prude! You know hes never been to a bar before we took him to one tonight? Can you believe that?! That's the most straight arrow I've ever seen a guy. I don't even think hes ever been on a date before, let alone taken a drink!" A coworker by the name of Ross explained.
"I have drank in the past, but not tonight." Victor responded, attempting to hopefully dodge the question about his dating life, as Ross statement about that was accurate. "I'm the designated driver. That, and I'm also the one keeping you guys out of trouble. Which has only been moderately successful."
"Awwww don't be that way, we don't need a chaperone! We've haven't done anything wrong all night!" Bob chimed in.
"What are you talking about?! twelve minutes ago you ran into a CVS to buy bologna so you could put it on a lamborgini we passed by on the way here!"
"Oh yeah. I should go back and collect my lamborgini paint bologna. Its probably worth a lot more now, since its lamborgini balogna. Or Would be Lambologna now?" Bob said. Most of his copatriots laughed unusually hard at that last corny joke (likely due to their status of being stupidly drunk). Victor on the other hand just facepalmed. He was still worried about that vehicle's owner would be understandably upset by its defilement. While not a car aficionado by any means, through his research on earth culture Victor knew how valued those cars were.
"At any rate, Ross isn't wrong. In my opinion Vic contributed a huge amount to our last project and was a major factor in why we were able to get it done so fast, so this celebration is as much for him as it is for us. As you can see though, hes rather...Difficult to budge. Hopefully having a lady around will get him to relax a little more." Bob explained rather bluntly. While Vic did appreciate the praise, he wasn't liking the situation he was being put in. Well, okay, perhaps he didn't mind being close to an attractive woman. He did mind it being used as a mechanism to manipulate him though. Pretty soon they would try to force him to drink, and that would make it exceedingly difficult to refuse.
He just hoped they didn't physically try to force him to drink. That would only complicate things far more.
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Post by Iron Maiden on Aug 20, 2016 3:13:13 GMT
 Lucille almost spit out her drink. The key word here is almost. She would never intentionally lose her drink. "Wait, you guys used bologna? What are you, amateurs? Pepperoni is the real way to go! Leaves some nice grease stains and such. Anyways, Vic, a half a glass won't hurt ya! Here, lemme help ya out..." Lucille grabbed another glass and drank half of it before sliding the rest of the beer to the "designated driver".
Lucille flipped her hair back and placed her head in her hand. "Bar Crawl, yeah? That's always fun. 'Specially back in Dublin. Booze and Music go together like peanut butter and jelly, yeah? Well, fortunatly for you, I'm tonight's entertainment. I don't think I've introduced myself very well... Uhhhh Do any of you listen to "Train Wreck"? Well, my stage name's Lucy Ferrous. I was the bassist and female vocalist for the group until we broke up. Now I'm just drinkin' and playing music for whoever wants to hear it."
Lucille looked around and over towards Dennis, then noticed he was a bit busy dealing with a few other people that had walked in and wanted drinks. She groaned and turned back towards Vic. "So, tell me about yourself, Vic! After all, it seems your boss is quite keen on you getting to know me! I told you a bit about myself, so you tell me a bit about you!" Something about Vic seemed boring, but she felt that there had to something else about him. She didn't know exactly what it was, but she knew it was something alright. She was bound and determined to learn that answer.
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