#vhc.starter

who: anyone where: the deal

the deal, continues to be one of kara's favourite places to be a menace. maybe it's because she knows the owner. that's a perk within itself, knowing silas likes her enough to not snap her head off if she gets too excited or something. "there's these fancy coloured shots." she declares, hands fishing up her phone from her back-pocket. "found them on the oh-so-wise site of reddit, where people never fucking explain anything unless prodded with a firepoker." kara continues to explain, scrolling her phone with squinted eyes before finally turning it around and practically shoving the thing into their face. "and isn't it just the cutest thing? but i've yet to figure out what is in them so i dunno how to ask for them, right?" she purses her lips, sighing."it's probably just fancy coloured tequila or something, isn't it?"

who: anyone where: the dart!

the sound of soft rock travels across the bar, the low-lights and lack of people practically enough to lull one to sleep. it's one of those rare moments where atlas hasn't found himself running from spot to spot behind the bar, eyeing people as they go from shadow to shadow. no- it's a calm night ━ as much as he doesn't love using that term. the door opens, someone escaping the port james late night rain, he's sure. "still pissing down outside?" he asks from where he is standing, back turned to the bar, eyes locked onto a bottle he's trying to find a spot for. there's still some obvious louisana in his voice, that cajun accent never really goes away. "they said on that fancy weather segment this morning that it'd be pouring for the whole week." he glances back, eyebrow raising in question. he can't say he is jealous. atlas would be the first to admit that the perk of being his own boss is that he not only makes the hours. he gets to stay however long he damn pleases.