This side of Sober ;; [[OPEN]]

[Cadmium [It's a nice view~]]

Imitation. That's what this place should have been named. It was nothing more than an imitation of other pubs, nothing original lurked behind the counter, and the decor matched something from one of those ancient-flat shows humans had been so fond of. The little wood-paneled, though it was more likely painted plastic, building was squatted on a corner. The corner jutted into the heart of the border between the laid back old district and the newer tourist area. The glass doors were tinted black, a few spider line cracks erupted from a small hole, where a paw or foot had lashed in anger. The cracks seemed to point to this bar, and shriek about possible danger, possible anger.

Inside the floor, which was likely steel beneath, was covered in a light green berber carpet, and embedded with a short square of fake-wood. A few pool tables dotted the back of the room, a few huskier creatures huddled around them. A small hallway curved around the back, the hallway gradually shifted through time. Faux wood turned into marble, which faded into wolstile, and wide bathroom stalls filled with cleaning robots. A few puddles of dubious origins dotted the floor. Retreating from the hallway, and the floating yellow of a warning "CAUTION WHEN WET SON" you find yourself back in the center room. Turn to the left, and walk toward the wall filled with glass, likely highly-resistant, and a large counter.

Tall metal stools topped with green leather padding set in front of the counter. A few bottles of strong smelling drinks sit in regular intervals along the polished wood (for this is actually such) counter. A storage rack, resembling that of an old fashioned winery, except for the coppery sheen, sits atop the glass backing. A bartender, a long black-haired cove by the name of Quentin loiters behind the counter, striped vest covering his chest, and possessing one too many fingers on each hand. A white undershirt flops about his wrists as he deftly handles bottles, and deposits formulas into the bar-keeper robots, who proceed to mix and shake. Unlike the helpful , wise bartenders of many human sitcoms, Quentin is a rather taciturn, if not grumpy fellow. Near the edge of the counter a burly Lion Neebu rests with arms barred across his tawny chest, daring the others to violence. Beneath his tank top however is a healthy belly, and little muscle.

The place is a cacophony of noise, shouts of unfair play, rousing songs, and general hubbub flitter about. The large projector screen, which sets atop a wall, adds to the noise. Currently some sort of politician was speaking, a Neebu of some sort. A Griffin.

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A lone figure was watching the speaker, who, though made of pixels, was quite realistic. A momentary sneer crossed a stately blue muzzle, orange whiskers curling in distaste. Regaining his dignity, the creature turned back to his icy little drink, which was something fruity, and threw it back. The ice did nothing to soote his raging temper. Look at that big-bird preening himself like a peacock, little bastard had no idea how ugly he was with that honking break, rheumy old eyes, and fat little belly. It was nothing like his own lithe slim figure. Not to mention that bird had some sort of food stain on his left pocket, maybe he threw up after a look in the mirror. Would serve him right.
" 'ey Que...Quetin..err..Quill? Com'ere a minute."
Even the translator could not disguise the obvious slur. The fox Neebu, who possessed silky fur of electric blue and orange, waved at the bartender, neatly trimmed claws flashing beneath the green-shaded lights.
" I nee'nother one."
The bartender, though dubious about the creature's current state, liked money more than he cared. The glass passed back into awaiting paws with a quiet clink. The Griffen rolled on, the fox's tail lashed behind him with whip-like movements. Realizing the bar-tender was still within reach, the fox reached out a plate-sized paw and clamped it around his wrist.
"That used to be m'y'know? Me. Grinny-gin too'my job away. At leas'I don'smell like a barn. I be'he cheated."
The bartended pulled at the claws.
"Now look...Cadmium."
"Mizzer Cadmium to you Quil."
"I'm honored for your hand-shake and all, but get the fuc' off."
The fox smiled at the word honored, releasing the sleeve with little ceremony.
"Honore'yo' better be. Me bringin'my money into this 'ell'ole."
The bartender, used to drunks, ignored the comment, and ruled his eyes at his burly companion.

Cadmium turned back to the television, teeth chewing at the edge of the cup, the reflection of his pearl colored tie swirled against the green-tinted glass.
"Grinny-gin too'me job, the drunke'manwhore."
It didn't help that he was renominated at the last convention, the Neebu preferred his strong leadership, and brash comments to Cadmium's sweet-talking and self-gloating. Wonder if they knew that the ugly turkey strutted up and down on TV, he really should tell someone.

Long muzzle came to rest on top of the glass, as with a sigh Cadmium stared at the rack nearby. It was nice, D-cup at the very least. Though the lady needed a thicker shirt, but if she wanted to honor him with a show, that was her choice.

"Con's'lor, loo't at all the shy people, probabl' agee with me they do."
The pretty, amazing, sweet-talking, much beloved Cadmium. Who wouldn't agree that he had been slighted? Poor folks were probably self conscious around him, he felt bad.

No he didn't, let the peasants keep their distance.
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Most bar-attendees stayed away. Not because of any knowledge or recognition of Cadmium, but because his tail was now draped across the stools and threatened to spill some leftover cups, and the fact that his face looked a little green.

[annara]

Maybe the black slinky dress was a bit much for this place, it wasn't exactly a cocktail party, but Annara didn't care. The green carpets and green lights sparkled in her hair and turned it to liquid emerald. Her mark was here somewhere and she didn't want to have the trouble of finding him, so she played the angler fish and let her skin glow. Black stiletto thigh-highs clicked innocently on the wooden floor. The bar was always a good place to find a mark, they were usually there, or would be shortly. Her pace was slow as she moved from the door to the counter, but any other predator in the room would recognize it as what it was... stalking, even if she couldn't see her quarry yet, she knew he was there. The only information she was given was that he had two sets of arms, dark skin and would be dressed well. She sauntered up to the bar and slowly leaned back surveying the scene before her. She noticed the bar-men move away from a very bright Neebu. She instinctively took a quick step away from him, he looked like he might be sick. She hoped she wasn't right.

[Cadmium [It's a nice view~]]

The bell beneath the door let out a happy little tune, and a long muzzle turned toward it, the skin and whiskers crinkled in a snarl.
"Makin' foon of me too are ya? Stoopid jingle-bell. You ain' nothin' more than a piece of painted bass...brass."
The words rolled out slowly, the fox shook his head and repeated himself, ears slowly drooping. The girl that walked in drew his attention, his eyes settled, a bit unfocused, on the curves beneath the black velvet. For just a moment he was reminded of the political balls, though this lady resembled a knife-toting lady much more than a harmless debutante. Not to mention she had come in here. Eyes settled on the little mountains beneath the dress' top. The glow emanating from her skin was otherworldly, it made his stomach queasy, but who was he to judge oddities? He had five limbs, but at least he didn't glow like a can of radioactive goop. The lady was alright, her breasts looked a little lopsided (due to the angle of his eyes), but compared to him she was little to look at. Unless you walked around with a pair of dark glasses like some sort of Sallon'd.


The tail briefly lifted from the counter as the lady approached. The fox attempted to be polite, but his tail protested the action, and thumped back down onto the polished wood counter. A smirk crawled onto Cadmium's muzzle, as the lady approached and leaned against the counter. Eyes slipped up to her face, followed the lines of her arms beneath her dress, before slowly coming to a rest on her chest.
" Pretty drezz....i've seen the real thing though..."
It was from some weird designer, or something, then again, it could just be some thrift store find, not even a knock off. Cadmium was too nice to worrry about clothing labels and the like. Who needed to with good looks like his?
" You wan' a drink?"
Cadmium had now find someone to flirt with, and to complain to. Those men behind the counters cold never understand his sorrows. They were mean and brusque, with about as much brains between them as a pair of cleaning bots.

When she moved away, Cadmium's tail snaked closer, drooping off the counter on the other side of her, it swung like a pendulum, close enough to brush her arm.
'Whatcha doin' here? It isn' no ball sista..."
Sister, how long had it been since he used that word? This lady, judging by the cleavage line, was not Lily or a nun.
"Never know what kind of perverts are looking at you."
A nasty sound emerged from the back of his throat, and he swallowed deeply. A nasty sludge slid down his throat, as a silver, tin more likely, bucket was slid next to his glass.

"You wan' a drink? "
In the background the gryphon droned on, wings flapping like a dying chicken, one word was sneered. It made Cadmium whirl about, and growl at the screen.
(Gryphon)" I will hunt down those corrupt agents like a hound after a fox , though this fox will likely be a challenge."
Realizing he had an ear, Cadmium took a deep breath.
"You don' have to be shy, I sign autographs fo' preddy little lady like yoo."
Though, in his current condition, it would look like a few humps with tails.

(Never done drunk Caddy before..sorry if it isn't up to par.)

[annara]

(Shiiiiiit..... my last post didn't post. I have work today so I wont have time but Ill be back.)

[annara]

'Mumble mumble mumble drink?...' What a lovely conversation. "Yeah, why don't you get me a martian sunset. I'll be right back." Maybe the bar wasn't such a good idea. She started off toward the dance floor. The beat was hypnotic. Ancient drums pounded mimicking a thundering heart beat. Sounds from millennium back now thrust their soundwaves over the heads of the crowd. Her body began to sway in time with the sound. Heat began to rise from the bodies pressed close together, she could see it glisten in the air. The infectious rhythm could go on forever and none of the dancers would be the wiser, they were trapped in the sound and motion that was one. But eventually it did change. The beat slowed and that's when Annara looked up. The DJ was wiping a hand across his brow. One of four hands. His skin shined ebony and his hair hung in vivid red dreadlocks down his vintage Armani clad back. Four arms, dark skinned, and dressed well. Her mark found, she weaved her way up to the security guard stationed at the entrance to the stairs. Her prey lay beyond the door, up the stairs and in the DJ booth. "Private party." She said and winked, as she lifted the hem of her dress a bit showing off her shiny leather boots. The security guard lifted his eye brow in return and said simply, "No." She looked at him for a moment and thought about her options. 1) Drop the security guard there and hope no one will notice two men down by the time she leaves. 2) Take the DJ from the floor, bound to start a panic. 3) Think outside the box. Option number three seemed to be the least likely to get her killed or fired. So she turned on a heel and headed back to the bar, keeping a watch on her prey from the corner of her eye. She sauntered back up by the fox and pouted a bit while thinking.

[Cadmium [It's a nice view~]]

Poor little dear was shocked into silence, it wasn't everyday you met a virtual celebrity after all. Un less you were Cadmium, then all your friends were celebrities, but she wasn't him. The fox never once looked up at her face, his heavy-lidded eyes remained on her breast, for all he knew the girl could have had a mouth full of piranha's fangs. The woman, who seemed to have finally swallowed her awe, and spoke.
" Que ...Qui...hey you, Mr. Bartender, a Martian's Sun..somethin' or anotha pleaze."
The lithe figure in the apron was already bustling about behind the bar, and threw an exasperated glance at his feline companion. The husky creature, who actually spent much of his time at poetry bars, let out a chuckle like growl.
"Getting right on it Mr. Cadmium."
The fox nodded, and turned toward his now absent female companion. Not once did his muzzle leave the counter, but his eyes now swiveled toward the bodies on the dance floor. The swirling lights, which made him nauseous, caused him to turn away. A frown was now plastered on his muzzle.
"Rud' of 'er tha' was. She just ran off...mus' be nerves.."
Or maybe she was having some sort of seizure, but then again, all human dancing resembled some nerve disorder.

Placing a plate-like paw on his jigging stomach he turned toward the bar, as an orange glass was laid in front of him, a large ripe slice of lemon clung to the rim, why the hell didn't he get a lemon !? The exchange, and strip tease, between the guard and the new arrival went unseen. The 'Private Party' sign was also unseen, otherwise it would have an irate, very drunken, Neebu trying to crash down the gate. It would also involve the flashing of outdated passes, and some money, but due to the fact that the man likely did not know true beauty, he could not have tried the same trick as Annara.

A metallic creak drew him away from the lights flickering across the glass, and back to the girl.
"Welcom' back..what's your name beautiful?"
Though he wagered the lights helped make the rude little floozy more appealing. At least she was not too afraid to speak to him.
"Wha's wrong? Did you swallow the rest of that lemon? Does some big bad biker need to be beat up?"
The voice held a teasing whine to it, but in his current condition it just made him sound ill.
"So ...what's a pretty liddle thin' like you doin' 'ere"
The muzzle was pointing straight at her breasts, and judging by his gaze he seemed to be chatting to them as well.

[annara]

"Well thank you." She said almost automatically. Then she got a better look at him. "Hey, I've seen you before." Her mind was whirring with opportunities and plans. This fox wasn't just a drunk, he was a recognizable drunk. She recognized him from TV, but she couldn't place what he was on TV for. "Weren't you on the news a while back?" She asked innocently. As she waited for him to answer she picked up her drink and slid a couple earth dollars across the bar to tip the bartender. She let her eyes leave his for a moment, she noticed his eyes never left her breasts, and gave the bartender a nod so he knew he needn't stay and listen into the conversation. "Oh... my name's Abby." It really wasn't, but aliases were nothing new to her. She stretched her free hand toward him for him to shake. She smiled and canines peeked out from her lips. Her irritation at being able to see her prey and not actually hunt it was getting to her. Maybe the bartender could have gone a little lighter on the tequilla too, drink always made her emotions show themselves in... animalistic... ways. Fortunately, it didnt usually effect her train of thought. She tugged at the hem of her dress, causing to top part to slip a little lower, letting more clevage show. "So... maybe since your so well known," She said, flashing him an admiring smile, "you can help me. I've always wanted to meet this DJ, he would be a hit at my apartment parties." She winked at him. "Maybe you can get us into the DJ booth?"

[Cadmium [It's a nice view~]]

" You're welcom ' . "
Cadmium muttered in reply, whiskers twitching as his lips flailed about, sharp teeth narrowly missed his darting pumpkin colored tongue. A clawed hand was raised, and a beckoning gesture made to the man behind the bar, a green tinted glass slammed in front of his muzzle, the alcohol dripped from the sides dripping on sleeves that likely cost more than Annara's entire outfit. The girl's next words drew the fox's attention, his ears perked up, and his head lifted from the counter. A devilish smile drew up his tapered muzzle. His eyes even lifted to her face for a few moments, before they gradually tumbled back down to the chain of hills beneath her shirt.
" Migh' 'ave missy. Been on TV a few times....nothin' special..but then again people call me modest."
Modest? Him? Really? The only times his name and that word had been used in the same sentence was when the word 'NOT' was also involved. A large claw reached up to his tie, straightening it with a few deft pulls. The fox's back became straight, his tail slid from the counter, gently brushed Annara's lap, and returned to his side. The fact that she could not remember his name, which would normally have offended him, was washed away beneath a tide of alcohol. It was nice when even average ladies like her knew and admired your face, maybe she wasn't intelligent enough for the political stuff? The muscles moving in her arm drew his attention, and he followed them to the nimble hand tha scooped up and pocketed the bills. Slowed down by alcohol he did not register her nod. Maybe the little lady wanted to give the man a tip, or wanted some privacy with her secret crush, which he guessed he could supply.
" A pleasure Miss Abby."
Claws stretched out for a handshake, four clawed fingers engulfed her hand. Handshakes still confused Cadmium, why did humans insist on such a weird greeting?
" I'm Cadmi'm.."
Insert Dramatic pause.
"Forma membar of the council of six...and wealthy Neebu."
Women liked the money, though he disliked that all he had to flash was a platinum card, at least at home they still dispensed gold. Couldn't really impress the ladies with a magnetic strip, not that he needed it.

The sharpened fangs, and predatory gesture were ignored, Cadmium was too busy staring at other things. The subtle pull of the dress allowed his eyes, and brain, to slip down another few notches.
" ...I can try. I don't spend so much time in div --"
The bartender's lip rose in a snarl, and a quiet protest came from his throat.
"quain' plazes."
The fox grinned, and turned toward the booth, being careful to avoid the flashing lights.
"Why you wan' him? why not take a card..."
Not to mention, he didn't seem to be that great of a Dee-Jay ... all of the music sounded the same to him.

Well, if the little lady needed his help, which she did judging by her looks, he would only be so happy to help a fan .

[annara]

"Hmmm... I think I'll take your lead, sir." She said. "One shot 1900s tequila please!" She called to the bar tender. When she received it she took it in one go and licked her lips as though the taste sat with her well. As his tail brushed her lap she smirked slightly. "Oh yeah! That's it, wow! It's so great to meet you!" She said keenly. She flirted shamelessly and leaned on the bar, showing even more cleavage, probably more than was necessary. As he straightened his tie and back he became more and more recognizable. She shook his hand... paw... and found the pad to be surprisingly soft, along with the tufts of fur in between. "Your paws are so soft" she said, injecting her voice with wonder and letting her eyes meet his for a moment. She held his paw for a moment longer tracing a pattern into the fur. Then releasing it- "I find I make a much bigger impression if I... consult... with people in person..." she purred. She smiled flirtatiously at him again. "Thank you so much Cadmium." She smiled widely, everything about her seemed to shine more brightly with the lights flashing behind her. She set her hand on his arm lightly and stood and waited for him too also, realizing that her chest was now level with his eyes.

[Cadmium [It's a nice view~]]

" ...lead. Heh... Some less cultured Neebus woul' be offended by tha'."
The translator had brought up an image of a short leash and a rhinestone collar, but Cadmium listened to the dull voice adding extra meanings. The fox decided that she did not mean take his collar or leash, but meant let him be leader, thus the word.
"Ah, stron' drink for you ...huh?"
Not that he couldn't do more, he was a prideful Neebu, he could drink flame-shots, but why show off? Poor girl seemed a little flighty, but everyone, excepting him for the most part, had memory issues sometimes.

Cadmium did not need the extra "persuasion", or skin. But he allowed the worshipper to do so, lips curled in what seemed to be contemplation, but what was really him trying not to smirk.
"Sam' I'm sure. Wha' d' you d'...err ..fo' a liven?"
The fox paused, before offering:
"Model...?"
Maybe hands, but even those looked a little rough around the edges, those teeth, which flashed when she spoke (he had to look at her face sometime), didn't help her either. A shiver ran up his spine, her hands ran across his paws, tickiling the edges, urging him to chuckle, as nimble fingers traced elegant patterns on the leathery skin. Dignity dictated that he not laugh however, so his snort rolled into a growl and a bit of flirting:
" ...yours aren't too bad either, they're very nimble thay err."
The muzzle nodded.
"Ah, yes, ya probabl' do. "
For some reason his headset had flashed at the word "consult" and interjected an image of a cat, the fox shrugged and continued.
"Well...I gue' we can ge' goin' eh?"
The hand on his arm was likely needed as his tail fell to the floor, followed by his think legs, and the rest of his body. The fox fell to the left, digging claws into the floor to avoid smashing into "Abby". The fact that he straightened instantly a smile on his face, his nose had been close enough to see the lace of her bra beneath her tight dress, "clumsiness" did have virtues, as did acting.

" A wee bi'tipsy. You're welcom'"
Not for long.

The fox took a step forward, swaying before his feet took control, his tail helping to balance him as he stalked forward, ears lowering to block out the booming music.

[annara]

Annara smiled wickedly. Her game was nearly in play. The pre-game was almost up. She grabbed Cadmium's paw and followed him through the pulsating crowd. She noticed his slight loss of balance, but he righted himself and she didn't worry. The music again was in that heart-beat rhythm. A different song but the same pace; the same feeling. She got a sudden urge to dance again before she caught sight of her prey. Then it was nothing but senses and instincts. Her nose caught the smell of tobacco smoke (among others) and the homeostasis of many different races and breeds either cooling or warming bodies that were so packed together that it made little difference. Her eyes adjusted to the rapidly changing lights easily; she saw the DJ in his booth, the two guards behind him, and the single same guard by the door. This should be quite simple. She thought. As they moved closer, Annara realized that she just might have to kill her ride in if he decided not to take the escape she was about to offer him. "So, do you think once we get past security that I could see the DJ alone for just a teeny second?"

[Cadmium [It's a nice view~]]

The Neebu returned the grin, not even bothering to ponder what the girl was grinning about. The wicked tilt of the grin was brushed off as an after-effect of drinking. Not to mention, not only had the great Cadmium offered this young lady a favor, but had even decided to escort her, it was no big wonder why she was smiling. Even as she tugged at his paws, Cadmium threw a longing look toward the brightly lit counter, his tail throwing itself backward in an attempt to grab the filled glass. A bill was thrown down beside the crystal and the tail drew back with a whistle, returning to its owner. THe fox turned back around, lonly to avoid a collison with a rather sweaty man, with a hint of green to his skin. The smell of sweat assaulted his nostrils as did the smell of rampant hormones and the smell of musk. The Neebu had to dance about on the tips of his claws as they crossed the throbbing dance-floor, in order to avoid an accident. A few rather ample bosoms were jiggled in front of his nose, but the thrill of that was dampened by the few beer-bellies that followed. At least he would always keep his wonderful figure. Realizing he was trailing behind, Cadmium picked up speed, being careful to place his foot on the ground, all four of them. The presence of "Abby's" hand remained, tugging on him like a leash of flesh.

The forest of sweaty bodies slowly thinned, and the fox was relieved to emerge into a spot free of dancers. His orange eyes trailed up, and followed a trail of grey smoke to a rather burly bodyguard, and wrinkled his snout in distaste.
If humans could smell what they were breathing in...
Realizing that they had stopped, he turned toward Annara, or Annaras, as she began to speak. A knowing smile, which reflected ignorance in thsi case, crept across his face, his ears perked up and he winked. One orange eye strayed to her chest , the other balanced
"Why of course Miz'Abbi. I wager I can strik' up sum sort of conversation with these fine gentlemen, and get you in right quic'."
The poor girl, after her flirting was done, probably had to prepare the humble D.J. for his illustrious guest. It was always nice to allow people time to adjust to a shock. In an attempt to encourage Annara into the booth and to prove his charity, the fox began to walk toward the guard, in order to negotiate, a smile on his face.

All he recieved in turn was a scowl, but that didn't stop him from walking forward. His normal inhibitions were removed, he never once pondered why a DJ needed security guards. Or why those security guards needed guns.

The fox spread his arms in a brotherly gesture, smiling at the burly men.
"Evenin' my fine fellas."
A paw slipped into his pocket, in a gesture that some might seem as dangerous.
" This liddle lady here wants to talk to the music maestro.."
Deciding that these men likely knewe nothing above third grade english he repeated himself:
"THe man in the booth."
The paw slipped out of the pocket as he stalked closer.

Metal flashed in a wave-lake fashion, appearing bronze in the strobe lights.

(You can play the guards. )