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dresden_kink_mods ([personal profile] dresden_kink_mods) wrote in [community profile] dresden_kink2011-04-01 08:53 pm
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Dressing Room

Ack! Close the door; people are changing in here!

This post is for RPG shenanigans. The rules stand. A short refresher: don't be an asshole.

This post-specifics: multiple characters are okay. Characters specific to alternate verses are okay. OCs are okay. Your journal coming in to hang too is okay. There isn't a formal scenario here; it's an open sandbox where all characters and community-watchers can come and play. If your thread is going adult-only, put up a notice in the subject line. If it's going into trigger territory, don't be an asshole: no noncon-noncon'ing anyone, watchers included. Don't start OOC shit.

And have a blast!

(Don't have a dreamwidth account for your character(s)? Go check out [site community profile] dw_codesharing. If there's nothing on the first page, dig deep. Lots get missed, especially when new codes go out. Also, check out the code sharing post.)
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[personal profile] thirteen_pillars 2011-08-16 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Medium well? Well, it took all kinds. Mac smiled reassuringly at her and went not for the soda tap, but for a pitcher in a little cool-box back under the cupboards. There were things you should make yourself.

He poured the homemade lemonade into a glass of ice for her, sliding it over on a cardboard coaster and moving smoothly to get her food on the grill.

"Anything on it? Au jus?" he asked, once he had the slabs of steak sizzling.
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[personal profile] moreacream 2011-08-16 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
The lemonade is cool enough that the glass has instantly beaded up with condensation and she shivers happily when she takes a sip. It's been a hot, hot summer, and even though it's cooler down here than it was outside, she hadn't realized how hot and thirsty the walk from her hotel had left her. One of the many cubes of ice, gone small and chip like as it melts, hits her teeth-- she sucks it in and crunches, then stops for a second, eyes wide. Lemonade ice cubes. Okay, this is most officially her New Favorite Place.

"Oh! Um, please. Some onions? ...Oh wait. I have a meeting after this. Meeting-- meeting. That's stupid. It's with my sister. No. Onions, please. If I can? If not, that's okay. ...Sorry." She nods, a little sheepish. It was a lot easier decision to make in LA, not to care what her family thought of her. ...not since Dad went all weird, and Lara stopped talking to her and everyone else, and she tried to get on the FTP site and her access had been revoked. ...She was having onions, dammit. Um. As long as there were onions.
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[personal profile] thirteen_pillars 2011-08-16 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Mac nodded and went to finish her sandwhich, slinging wide-cut sweet onions onto the grill and letting them go clear in their own pat of clarified butter before he tossed them in with the meat; he whisked it onto a roll, garnished the plate with fries and a pickle, and grabbed the little squeeze bottles of fry sauce and ketchup.

He set the plates down in front of her on the bar: "More lemonade?" Pragmatism was his first language; he was more at home letting other people talk. The friendly look he offered her made it clear that she was welcome to do so.
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[personal profile] moreacream 2011-08-17 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Inari tore her gaze away from the full plate in front of her and held out her glass, a little surprised to find she'd drained most of it. "...Please! It's really good!"

She popped a fry in her mouth, hissed at the heat-- and moaned, just a little, before grabbing another one. Salty crunchy starchy so good. And then remembered utensils and blushed, scrambling for a fork. "Oh gosh, sorry. Those are so good! I can't believe you make it all yourself! ...Not that, like, you can't, or anything! I mean, obviously you can. I don't usually babble this much, I'm so sorry. I'm totally scattered, I don't know why. ...Okay, I think I know why but it has nothing to do with you!" She cut a bite off her steak sandwich and shoved it in her mouth entirely in self-defense.
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[personal profile] thirteen_pillars 2011-08-17 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
He waved a dismissive hand at the fork-- they were fries. Hands were allowable. If he ever gave Dresden a hard time about it was because the guy could get salty grease everywhere without trying.

Instead of reaching across with the pitcher, he took the glass back, topping up the lemonade icecubes and the lemons, neatly slicing an orange into thin sections on his bar cutting surface. He didn't go into the fancy stuff much-- if he was muddling something it was probably going into a marinade-- but there were alcohols that needed a slice of citrus to bring out the full body. And non-alcoholic drinks, too, especially for someone who was having what sounded like a difficult day. He garnished the glass with the orange slice and a bit of spiraled peel, set it gently back on the bar.

"Yeah?"
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[personal profile] moreacream 2011-08-17 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
There had to be a better word than giggled, but that's what she did when she saw her refilled drink, newly decorated, pressing her hand to her mouth lest she accidentally show the chef what his food looked like being enjoyed.

"Thank you!" she said, once her mouth was empty, laughed some more, and took a sip, and then put the orange slice in the drink, pressing it down a little with her straw. "Even better the second time."

Oh man, she was getting the 'I'm listening' face. She must have been running at the mouth even more than she'd realized. "Oh goodness, I've just dumped my whole day on you, practically, haven't I? I'm so sorry-- this is really good, thank you, just what I needed." She gestured at the meal, fries half gone, at least a third of the sandwich devoured. "I was too nervous to eat this morning, so all I had was a latte. Dumb! I know! But at least I get to enjoy this now. How long have you been here? I can't imagine you're not famous if everything tastes like this."

She speared another fry with her fork, popping it in her mouth.
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[personal profile] thirteen_pillars 2011-08-17 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
He shrugged at her apolog, giving a "Meh," that translated roughly as 'I'm a bartender. I get that from time to time.' The praise got a smile. He was proud. There were reasons he wasn't a big name among the foodie community, but he was proud.

When she was engrossed at eating he spent some time polishing the bartop, taking another few orders. The plates went onto the bartop, in accordance with his 'you have feet, come get it' policy.

"Big meeting?" he asked, after a while.
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[personal profile] moreacream 2011-08-19 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh--" She looked up at the question, chasing the some fries around the plate, trying to let her belly forget it was a large meal for lunch and open up some room for the rest. No way she was letting this meal go to waste.

"Sorry! ...Yeah, I guess so. I haven't seen my sister in years. I moved to California-- I haven't been back."

She'd tried, a few times. Made sounds about coming home for Christmas, after they'd moved. But her dad had changed so much, and Lara hadn't been interested, and yeah, she knew. She knew. She'd turned her back on them-- on being. God. White Court. On eating people. But she'd thought they'd stay family.

They'd gone to Bobby's parents' house for Christmas instead, outside of St. Paul.
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[personal profile] thirteen_pillars 2011-08-19 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Family. Mm." It was a pretty noncommittal grunt that vaguely indicated that families could be difficult, without leveling accusations.

"Looking forward?" he asked, because it didn't sound like she was. He kept an ear out for any signs that he was pushing too far-- he wasn't a priest, he wasn't after a confession. He liked people to leave his bar less stressed than they came in, though.

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[personal profile] moreacream 2011-08-19 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
She took a drink of lemonade, considering. "...I miss my brother. He was always kind of flake, but he was really great to me. And I miss his... girlfriend, I guess. I really miss my old room. I don't think my other sisters are going to be like a I remember, though." She frowned. "Sorry-- hi there, stranger! Here's all my problems!"

She laughed, shot him a smile to take the moodiness off of it. "Who knows! Lara was never great on the phone. It might be really wonderful. I'm just all nerves!"
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[personal profile] thirteen_pillars 2011-08-19 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Bartender," he reminded her with a gentle smile.

His eyebrow quirked; there was no other sign that he'd recognized the name. "Raith?" he asked, casually.
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[personal profile] moreacream 2011-08-20 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
"You know her?"

It takes her a minute.

Oh.

Right.

That was really stupid, Inari.

"I'm not." She said, yanked her bag up from the floor. Took a sharp breath through her nose, puts on a smile. "Can I get my bill? I don't want to be late."
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[personal profile] thirteen_pillars 2011-08-20 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
He frowned, and pointed discretely to the plaque; if she could read it at this distance, Accorded Neutral Territory. He didn't draw lines with his clientele based on what or who they were-- only what they did.

All this young woman-- not a White in full fledge unless he'd gone blind over ight-- had done was to be nervous and have some fries.

He tallied check silently-- handwritten, neat and angular, on a little carbon-copy pad. It was generic restaurant supply, with a printed 'thank you for choosing us! We look forward to seeing you again' across the bottom of every sheet.

He circled it before passing her the slip and spearing the yellow copy next to the register.
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[personal profile] moreacream 2011-08-20 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
She followed his gesture to the plaque, squinting at it while she found her wallet in her bag, counted out the price and a good tip, movements tight and jerky.

"...What does. Accorded Neutral Territory mean?"
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[personal profile] thirteen_pillars 2011-08-20 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Means everyone drinks here. Leave vendettas at the door."

He shook my head. "Shouldn't have asked; not my business. Neutral territory."
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[personal profile] moreacream 2011-08-22 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Vendettas. Her stomach didn't sink as much as maybe it should ahve. She wasn't sure when she'd realized, but she knows: the cat isn't very popular with the mice.

"...Okay. Okay." The edges of her smile melted a little, but what was left over wasn't quite as forced. She got to her feet, tugged her bag close. "Thank you. I'm going to be in town all week. What are your hours?"
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[personal profile] thirteen_pillars 2011-08-22 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
He held up a finger and lightly took her receipt back, to jot the hours on the back before passing it back.

"Anytime," he invited her back. "Good to see a new face."