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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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[ As mentioned above, find her anywhere. :P ]

If people are surprised that there's a teenager working in the bar, let alone working as bar back and carrying kegs of beer and cases of beverages to the bartenders as needed, that's fine by Gwen. She's not entirely sure she's bothered by whether or not people find that kind of thing unusual. It's Haven. This place is pretty odd already.

People don't stay dead. The creatures were weird. Gravity was odd.

And the people of Haven don't trust the fluxed-ins. So Gwen is here as bar back. Carrying heavy objects to keep her coworkers stocked, and keeping an eye on the patrons.

But please feel free to find her anywhere. Catch her on break. Catch her carrying a keg or box of liquor to the bartenders. She'll be okay with talking to people.

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He stood in the corner, not easy to see since he was dressed all in black in the predominantly red and black bar. Club. Diego couldn’t stand the idea of kids being allowed to hang out in a bar. At least there were clubs that allowed under twenty-one so he mentally considered Pour Judgment one of them. As security, he’d make sure of that.

Anyone who looked underage would get hassled about what they were drinking if they had drinks in hand. Anyone of age who got too rowdy or the bartender indicated was past their limit, would find themselves tossed out by him.

Not the most congenial type but Diego might hold a conversation depending on how someone strikes it up. However, he won’t take his eyes off the club even if engaged in conversation.

“Hey you, what do you think you’re doing? Get out from back there,” he barked at seeing the blonde teen behind the bar.

Never mind that she’d just set down a crate that left a thunk as if it weighed triple what she might. Gravity was weird in Haven, it could be a fluke.

Diego stood his ground with a stern look while watching her.

"Can't. I work here. Jess is paying me to put this stuff away for you," Gwen states, opening the box of beers putting them one by one in the fridge.

"I'm Gwen. Bar-back," she states after a bit, smiling a half-smile.

And she disappears behind the counter to continue putting things away, peeking up at Diego a moment later.

"Good lookin' out, though. There are a couple local teenagers who might try to sneak in. They suck at just all things life-related," she says with a beleaguered sigh. These aforementioned teenagers have clearly been the bane of her existence for a while. "If they come in, I'll point them out. You can glare at them."

Lydia had been looking forward to the bar opening even though it meant that Shadow would be busier during the even and later hours. She knew he preferred to keep busy and she had to admit that the place was pretty nice on the inside just like he had said.

Dressed in black and white checkered dress that showed off a fair bit of leg, a pair of heels, and a leather jacket to complete the ensemble, Lydia felt she looked good. Not overly dressy but she figured it was a good bar outfit.

After her arrival, she sat on one of the stools at the bar, ordered herself a drink, and then simply enjoyed the atmosphere. Also, she was having a great time checking out one of the bartenders.

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At least Lydia did her best not to distract Shadow too much while he was working but she was enjoying herself as she watched him. He had an easy charm about him and he seemed to be having fun.

But just because she was trying not to distract him too much didn't mean she wouldn't do it once in a while. So at one point, when he made his way over, she slipped her jacket off and let her rest around her waist before she leaned forward with a flirtatious smirk resting on her berry-colored lips.

"You know, if all the bartenders are as cute as you are, I might have to spend a lot of time here," She couldn't resist teasing him a little even though they both knew full well she only had eyes for him.

"And I thought I was going to be the asshole here," Jess commented, coming up to his side at a point when he was distracted by glaring at someone he probably thought was underage. She waited until he turned his head to look at her before holding out a bottle of water with a neutral look on her face, lifting her chin briefly to signal for him to take it. "You should stay hydrated. It'll combat the frown wrinkles or something. Or so I hear."

She moved to lean against the wall beside him as she let her gaze sweep over the bar, noting all the people and the fact that things seemed to be going well at the moment. Reaching behind, she pulled a flask from her back pocket, switching her gaze to the dance floor while she twisted off to the top so she could take a drink.

"So, catch many underage drinkers so far?" She was going to think not since everyone was keeping a pretty close eye on that concern but maybe one or two had slipped through.

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.

He stared and remained silent as she explained working for the bar. Gwen introduced herself, giving him a half smile while Diego didn’t alter his posture.

“Well, Gwen Barback, I’m Diego Hargreeves. Jessica hired me to work security. And as long as I don’t catch you sampling any of the merchandise or passing any to your friends, we’ll be the best of friends.”

Yet her words about pointing out delinquents scored points with him. He gave her a nod. “Are they just typical little shits or assholes who pick on you?"

After spending most of his life on the surface, living in a... well, city... is a change of pace for Higgs. That the city resembles something closer to what cities apparently looked like long before the Death Stranding came and changed everything isn't lost on him, though even so, habits you've spent your entire life learning are hard to break.

It's why he's still in his full-body covering armor, hood up in the bar.

But, despite the... er, aesthetic... he's perfectly polite. "Ain't been in one of these before. Seen 'em in old movies, but that's about it."

Sure, he looks more than a little strange, but given the ragtag group of people who seem to show up without warning, maybe hat's not too much of a surprise. "I saw a movie about time-travel or somethin' like that. It had this big, dramatic scene in a bar."

Edited 2021-06-15 04:56 (UTC)

Sam has his back to the bar, cleaning and drying glasses when he hears an all too familiar drawl. Lou's up in Jess's office, sleeping. Safe. That's a comfort, anyway.

They've been avoiding each other for ages now, it feels like. Maybe fate, or the town, or something has decided to bring them together. "Time travel sounds right up your alley," he comments drily.

Higgs freezes at Sam's voice, his hand clutched a little tightly on his drink. He sets it down before he breaks it. This is a brand-new bar, and it would be incredibly rude of him. "Well... I suppose it isn't exactly time travel, but the main character uses this... thing, I forget what it's called, some old communication device, to talk to someone who's exactly 30 years in the past."

He doubt it's of any interest to Sam, though. Sam doesn't strike him as a fiction-enjoying person, never has.

"Sounds interesting." And it does, kind of. Not really what Sam prefers to do on his down time. Reading, or watching movies. Hell, most of his downtime was spent sleeping. And now it's wrapped up in Lou.

He should turn around, face Higgs properly. But what, if anything, would he even say to him?

He mulls over what to say, taking a deep drink from his glass.

For all he pretended to be some snob out for the most expensive, lavish things possible... well. It's all the same to him, to be honest. It's easier to have this conversation without either of them looking at each other. "It's about changing the past."

... oh. God, there are so many things he wishes he could change about the past. About their past, about -- her.

"Would you? If you could?"

Higgs is quiet for a long time. "What part?" He sounds so tired, feels so tired. This had been easier when he'd ignored Sam, and Sam had ignored him.

"There's not much I wouldn't change."

His head snapped to her voice, taking a step back after he did. Diego hadn’t expected her so close and was a little thrown by inhaling her scent. Yet he didn’t show the surprise on his face. Instead, he took the offered bottle of water regardless of her making fun of him for glaring at her patrons.

“Not yet,” he answered about catching anyone underage drinking. “You need a flask when you have a whole bar? —Club.” The correction was immediate, eyes returning to the floor. His words and demeanor weren’t warm and friendly unlike the bartender who nearly rivaled Luther in size.

He wondered how his siblings were doing. There hadn’t been any sign of anyone else arriving and Diego had performed a number of patrols. Eventually he might try the network but wasn’t in a rush to blow his cover just in case anyone from his world also popped through in the time jump.

"Hargreeves?" That name pings as familiar and she lights up a little bit. "I knew a Five Hargreeves. He was here for a short amount of time." But they'd spoken a time or two, and it's impossible to forget a name like Five.

"Typical little shits who pick on anyone they deem weaker than them. Not me, though, because they learned I wouldn't tolerate it. They were at the Caldera a few days ago, trying to kick skateboards out from under people. A couple weeks before that, they delighted in harassing my boyfriend for a scar on his face that he's pretty much had his entire life and got shit for. They even went so far as to throw his motorcycle keys into the sewers. That...didn't end well for them. But the point is, they suck as a whole and if they come in, you'll be the first person I point them out to."

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"What movie was that? Maybe I've seen it?" Gwen had just been walking by with a new keg for the bar when she heard what Higgs said. And Gwen does enjoy movies, so she's going to be curious. Setting down the keg with a thud that makes it sound like it weighs far more than someone her size and stature should be able to carry, Gwen sets about detaching tubing and moving the empty keg out of the way.

But she's absolutely all ears, Higgs.

Jessica couldn't help but get some small sense of pleasure over the fact that she had clearly caught him off guard which meant he wasn't used to people being able to sneak up on him. Then she rolled her eyes in his direction while taking a small sip again and quickly screwing the top back on. "Does it look like I can carry the whole bar in my back pocket?"

She made her point by sliding the flask into her back pocket again with a smirk. "Also, you might as well give up on trying to call it a club now."

It didn't seem to bother her if his words and demeanor weren't warm and friendly. It seemed she was more comfortable with him than most people but maybe that was because she wasn't really known for being warm or friendly either. Plus she figured she would cramp her bartenders' style if she hung around while they were working.

"Penny for your thoughts," she said suddenly, tearing her gaze from the bar to look at him again.

Thank God for this bar. Malcolm generally prefers to drink alone, but he'll take any safe place to drink here. The local bar is rough. At least he doesn't feel like he has to watch his back here.

He's nursing a whiskey when a young woman sits down two stools over from him. Malcolm smiles politely at her, but doesn't start a conversation. He's not the type to hit up a woman at a bar.

Instead, he observes her for a little while. She doesn't notice because her eyes are on one of the bartenders, watching everywhere he goes and every drink he makes. Eventually, Malcolm just has to make a comment. He leans over, so she'll know he's talking to her.

"You know, most people don't come to bars to pick up the bartender."

Higgs frowns thoughtfully. "I don't remember the name of it off the top of my head. Can't remember all the names of books I've read either, though." He shakes his head. "Eh, I'm not worried I can tell you more about it."

He sits up a little, apparently entirely here for talking about movies, especially the way his eyes light up. "Okay, so, one night, this guy is looking through the closet of his family home and comes across a box containing this old radio communication device. Forget what it's called." He does look a little frustrated at that, but he moves on quickly enough.

"He turns it on and finds himself talking to his father thirty years in the past. Thing is, his dad is dead. Died rescuing a teenager in a fire thirty years on the dot tomorrow."

Yes, he is a sci-fi nerd despite what the weird armor might indicate about him being some sort of edgelord. "He realizes this. Warns his dad in the past about the fire, and what went wrong. Fast forward to the big, sad, day, where the guy, his friend, and the guy's boss, who was a friend of his father, are all in a bar. There to celebrate his dad's life.

"Only, things start to change. In the past, the dad realizes his future son had been telling the truth, and the future changes, with him surviving the fire. The son is overcome with emotion upon getting his new set of memories along with keeping his old ones, and drops his glass to the floor, alarming his buddies."

Does he talk too much? Absolutely, but he looks incredibly happy to be talking about fiction.

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Gwen listens to the description of the movie. She knows it. She’s watched it plenty of times with her dad and brothers, but with the way Higgs describes it and with how much fun he’s having talking about it, Gwen smiles just a little bit. One elbow rests on the top of the bar and her chin sits in her hand, her fingers tapping against her cheek in time to the music playing.

“I know that movie,”she says once Higgs is done. “My dad and two of my brothers love science fiction movies. That one got a lot of screen time during family movie nights. It’s called ‘Frequency’, right?”

“When was he here?” Diego immediately asked. He’d figured it was Five who had sent him here. He thought the teleporting member of The Umbrella Academy had been responsible for sending them all somewhere out of whack given the circumstances of when he’d last seen his siblings.

Gwen had gone onto ask the question he’d previously asked before the recent question. He gave her a nod. Diego couldn’t stand bullies, having dealt with his own regardless of having abilities. Kids could be assholes. Not that he’d pick a fight with kids but he sure as hell wouldn’t let them be little shits either.

“Working here should come with a few perks. Those assholes come in, they better be on their best behavior or they’ll leave head first."

“Getting your staff to look at your ass is a way to get yourself in a lot of trouble,” he quipped as an answer to the question asked. Diego bantered fluidly. Hopefully, he wouldn’t get himself fired. Jessica seemed not fazed by his less than friendly disposition or his dry humor. He liked that. Not that she’d know.

Or maybe she got the idea since he held conversations with her, unlike most of the other staff. Gwen was a kid, Shadow was a constant reminder of Luther (maybe less annoying) and Sam… it was just weird that the guy brought a baby to work. That said, it should bother him that Jessica allowed it but Diego learned she was going to do what she wanted without two shits what anyone else thought.

“These kids have parents?” he asked without looking at her.

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