Thread: An Old Dog and New Tricks <Attn. Laz - 10/12/09

(( oc: Not to be a hard ass but, there isn't a "Backroom" that kindred have access to at this location. The locations where there are private areas for kindred are noted as having such - Sluggers isn't one of them. If this scene can be done in one of the areas described in the location write up ... it's still at the ning site, I will try to move it tonight ... then please edit your post to say this happens there. If this needs to be done in private, then please try to post it in another appropriate location or feel free to note that you're there on a night when the mortals aren't over flowing in the place so you can talk a bit more relaxed. Thanks. ))

((ok thanks Ill switch it up for now and then post he can format it when he has a chance. We already discussed the change.))

Lazarus looks to his phone then to him again with a smile. He laughed in his head for so many reasons that involved his spine not being torn from his body. He looked down to the busted phones and reached for them stacking them one upon another.

Lazarus still wasn't sure about all of this and he knew that he was getting a much better end of this deal. He repositioned him self and adjusted his tie. The waitress came by and smiled offering to take an order. Lazarus would order

"Yeah ill have a pitcher of Bud heavy and two glasses. And for a starter we'd like to start off with your nachos. We will need more time for everything else. Thanks"

With that she would smile and leave. He would lean in and talk smartly for it WILL not be his ass impaled and beheaded left out for the sun to rise. He would pause though his face said he had to say something.

"So sir, what have you been doing to occupy your days? Are you finding everything ok?" He would wait for him to speak mean while the beer managed to hit the table with two ice cold frosted mugs. The first beer was poured by the nice young lady and then set in front of Lazarus. The second would be poured and a drop or two spilled on the table then set in front of Cicero. Lazarus would nod to the young woman and smile to Cicero.

"in this country the beer" he points to the golden filled cup in front of him."is served cold. I think where you come from it was called something different. Maybe Mead, or Ale. This is its marketable half brother of that."

Lazarus knew he could not drink it and it would sit in front of him with his hand wrapped around the cup. He looked up to the Tv to see the Irish National Cricket team was up to bat against the Indian((Dot not feather)) team. It was ball 93 and it looked like India wasn't going to make it another win.

A few men were huddled around TVs where various sports were on. A group at the left side of the bar yelled at a Football(soccer) game that was a replay from the week before. Another group huddled around watching a bit of American base ball. The bar tender was cleaning glass's with a towel that looked like it had been around raw chicken minutes before.

A few of the waitresses were making there rounds filing empty table condiments and cleaning off the tops. The first cuts were ready to be made. This was one of Lazarus favorite times, It was when the party girls got out early and he got an easy meal. A different time and a different City.

Cicero's cold eyes consider the golden cup of beer before looking up to Lazarus, "This is something I have not quite grasped...why so many of Our Club consume this type of cuisine..." his eyes continue to study the brew, "To all of my knowledge it does not sit well with our stomachs."

Cicero continues to stare as the beer sweats onto the table his eyes follow the perspiration dripping from the glass, "To say it has been quite some time since I have partaken of anything like this would be a gross understatement. I believe I enjoyed it the last time I was able to do so," he slowly lifts the glass and watches the foam and bubbles of the beer swirl and dance before looking back to Lazarus, "and I can tell you that even now I am apathetic to even the very notion of it. When I look at this cup of drink - it appears to me as appealing as consuming a pile of ash...odd that it appears as such - considering Our History, and all."

Cicero silently stares at Lazarus for several moments before wiping the pooled sweat of the beer from the table and setting the cold glass down on a napkin. His eyes follow Lazarus' in tracking the cute waitress and watching the young party girls as they see each other for the first time this week and, "WOOOOOOOHOOO!!!!!" hollering and screaming at a devastatingly high pitch. He speaks not of his observation, "So tell me, Lazarus. What do you wish to know? This is a mutual agreement after all, and I feel like we have yet to establish a level of comfortable dialogue between us. It is likely because of our vast age difference - but I still wish to be someone that you feel like you can speak to without having to show a guarded stance of deference. I know I have your respect - you need not tip-toe about your choice of words..." he looks about the bar and then back to Lazarus, "...in a manner of speaking..."

In truth, Cicero looked as he had so many ages ago - like a young man who had not yet breached his 30s; but his meaning was clear to those involved in the conversation.

((Sorry Dee! I just assumed - but I guess that makes an ass out of me; not that I needed any help with that. This post was by no means meant to be private if other people care to join.))