OPEN

[walkingshitshow]

Who: Everyone and anyone
What: Grand Opening/Gathering post fun
Where: Pour Judgement - Jessica's bar
When: 6-14 night

Pour Judgement is officially open!

Sure, Jessica has been at the bar pretty much every day since receiving the key and has been letting people hang out if they had stopped by but now is the grand opening. Everyone who wants to come in will be allowed to do so since the staff is in place and they are full up on everything they need. Drinks are cheaper, the music is playing, and there is even a dance floor if anyone is so inclined.

For the most part, Jessica is milling about just keeping an eye on things. She will be behind the bar if the bartenders need help or she can be found at one of the corner booths nearby. Mostly, she just wants everyone to have a good time. Except for anyone looking to cause trouble. Those people won't have a good time at all.


[ Go ahead, post your people, and tag around! If you want Jessica, I will have a thread for her below. Feel free to find her anywhere in the bar. ]

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Nick - OTA

[grimmfaced]

Nick couldn't remember the last time he had gone to a bar just to have fun. Usually, it was for a case or because he was hunting something since his whole Grimm life had pretty much taken over everything. Not that he wanted to be rid of it anymore but were those abilities even needed here? He knew there were monsters but so far things had been quiet which meant he could actually go to the grand opening of Pour Judgement.

After getting himself a beer, he found an empty booth and sat on the side watching the dance floor. He couldn't help but think then that Hank and the others would like this place. He could almost see Monroe and Rosalee sitting across from him, laughing and talking in their own animated way. Wu would be involved too, talking and watching everything.

Juliette...

He clenched his jaw as he made himself stop right there, his fingers tightening around his bottle of beer while he took a moment just to breathe through the sudden surge of anger mingled with everything else he felt. Then he blew out a breath and made himself take a long pull of beer from the bottle. There was nothing he could do about all of that right now. All he could do was sit back and enjoy himself.

[hadbaddreams]

Hamlet had been on the dance floor, as Jessica had recommended. She did find it rather freeing, once she got used to this new style of movement. So much less organized than the dances she had been forced to go to before. So much more fun.

But she thirsts, and so she orders a beer from the bar and is handed a bottle. Intriguing. She sits, noticing a moment too late that she seems to have invaded the table of someone else.

"Forgive me, friend. I had not realized this table was occupied. Would you perhaps enjoy some company?"

[grimmfaced]

Nick blinks in surprise when a young woman flings herself into the seat across from him, not seeming to notice him as she plops down and starts to take a drink from her beer. He watches curiously with a hint of a smile when she finally looks up, earning a soft chuckle as he takes the sudden 'invasion' in stride.

"Actually, I probably would," He tells her, welcoming the distraction from his thoughts going on a downward spiral. Then he leans across just enough to offer a hand to her. "I'm Nick."

[hadbaddreams]

"Hamlet." She shakes his hand firmly, giving him a wry smile. "There, you have no weapons hidden in your sleeves, and you can plainly see there are none in mine. May we both be satisfied.

What brings you here on this night, Nick?"

[grimmfaced]

"Is that normally a worry of yours?" Nick asks with an amused look though there might be a hint of concern in there as well. But she is right in that he isn't armed at the moment.

"I came to people watch and have a beer," He admits. "I'm still trying to make sense of this place, so this seemed like a good opportunity."

[pythianwoman]

There’s something familiar and comforting about Pour Judgement. Maybe it’s just because it reminds Zoey of half a dozen bars she’s called her home away from home throughout her travels. But she likes it. And she’s going to like working there. She can feel it. Dressed for work in jeans that hug her curves, a red tank, and knee-high boots (a knife hidden in each), her long dark hair pulled back in a braid, she serves drinks and chats playfully as she works.

And sometimes if she’s sliding someone their drink across the bar before they’ve ordered it, well, she doubts anyone will notice. It doesn’t look much out of the ordinary.

She’s on break when she spots him. Sitting by himself in a booth with a beer. And oh, Zoey knows that look. Knows it all too well. Recognizes the clench of a jaw and tightening of a hand around a beer bottle. He’s thinking too much and trying to distract himself. Fortunately she happens to be on that aforementioned break, and can help on that front. So she knocks back the rest of her drink and strolls over to where he’s seated. She holds out her hand and gives him a playful smile.

“Come on. Dance with me.”

[grimmfaced]

Of course, he had spotted her before she made her way over to the table. She is the kind of girl you can't help but notice when she is around. He doesn't know her but she has an easy way about her that shows in the way she laughs and talks to anyone who stops at her side of the bar. Plus she is definitely easy on the eyes, there is no denying that.

But he still isn't expecting her to come over to his table and definitely not to do so asking for a dance. It leaves him blinking at her for a second or two as it registers what she is asking for before he offers a small quirk of a smile.

"I don't dance a lot," He protests somewhat weakly.

[pythianwoman]

She’s surprised him, Zoey realises, as he blinks at her for a second or two before giving her a little smile. Oops. Hopefully she’s a good surprise, though. “There’s nothing wrong with that,” she tells him, warmly. “But that’s all the more reason to dance with me.” She waggles her fingers at him invitingly, in tandem with an equally inviting smile. “It’ll be fun.”

She won’t push him, though. If he declines again she’ll let him be. And just join him for a drink instead. If she can’t distract him with dancing she’ll distract him with conversation instead.

[grimmfaced]

It'll be fun.

When is the last time he has really had fun. Nick knows it has to be recently but those memories feel somewhat vague with all that has happened recently. So many things that feel like a dark cloud hanging over him and pressing him down.

He thinks about it for a second before setting down his beer with a chuckle, sliding out of his head while reaching for her hand. "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you."

[pythianwoman]

Zoey is utterly delighted, and thrilled when he chuckles and sets down his beer, and the smile she gives him is brilliant as he takes her hand. He decided to dance with her. “Warning duly noted,” she tells him warmly, before leading him out onto the dance floor with her.

And before they can even start, the music changes, from something up-tempo... to something slower. Unexpected, but it works out, she thinks. Might get him a little more comfortable dancing if they start out with something easy. She grins at him. “See? Nothing to worry about.”

[grimmfaced]

Nick can't help but be charmed further by her smile which puts him at ease and makes him feel good about saying yes. He chuckles again as she reassures him that she had heard the 'warning' while they make their way onto the dance floor.

Not that he really knows how he is going to dance to the more dance-like music but then it changes, causing him to pause as he notices it becoming slower and softer. He glances towards the DJ curiously before turning to look at her, giving a sheepish but amused smile.

"Okay, I think I can handle this." He steps towards her but lets her decide how she wants to dance exactly.

[pythianwoman]

There’s a moment of nervousness, as he steps towards her, giving her space to decide how she wants to dance with him. It’s been a while since Zoey’s danced with anyone. Let alone slow danced. But it’s easy to step into him, step close, into what feels like an intimate embrace as she twines her arms around him.

This close, he’ll be able to catch the scent of her perfume, the scent of her; something dark, and sultry, with a touch of petrichor, as well as something else that’s harder to put a finger on. A spark.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise,” she murmurs teasingly, playfully.

[grimmfaced]

Nick didn't know if he was nervous or just unsure of himself as he tried to remember the last time he had danced like this. It had definitely been a long time since he had danced with a pretty stranger that he didn't know and she was definitely pretty. There was also something nice about the way she fit in his arms, her perfume sweeping over his heightened senses.

A part of him wants to tell her that she doesn't need to be gentle with him but he stops himself because it wouldn't be appropriate. Nor would it be like him. So he laughs instead, glancing down at her as she helps him to relax further while he settles his arms around her middle.

"Thank you, I appreciate that," He murmurs back, his eyes dancing with amusement.