In which there is punching.

[griffonix]

[ Just an average Saturday night at the Griffonix. Of course that means it's fairly busy, but not unmanageable. There's a nice, relaxed atmosphere, and most patrons are familiar enough with the place that if they do have to wait, they don't mind it. People are making conversation over the music, and Madigan herself is behind the bar.

The bar is fairly busy as well, but she's got a good handle on things. Not that she isn't grateful for a sudden lull. It gives her a chance to catch her breath. ]

Comments

[recluserose]

[Taking a sip before answering]

I've been doing well enough. I've been thinking about what to do once I've decided my years of teaching are up even if that might not until a while later. But you know me, I think ahead as best as I can.

[griffonix]

Have you come to any conclusions?

[recluserose]

Not yet. I just know that I can't stay there for another couple of years or else my previous students will be very confused during the high school reunion party.

[Said jokingly almost even if there is some sad truth to it.]

[griffonix]

You're always welcome here, you know.

[ It's a serious offer, and maybe she hopes that Amelia will at least give it some thought. ]

[recluserose]

If I find a way to move my house and perch it on one of the hotel buildings, I'll let you know.

[Well, maybe that counts as giving it some thought?]

[griffonix]

I'm sure you could find a way.

Care for another drink?

[recluserose]

[WELL]

... Ah, why not. It's a weekend and I got all night.

[griffonix]

I've got all night, too. [ Slides her another drink, then! They could be here a while. ]

[recluserose]

[LATER THAT EVENING... well, it could be worse. Amelia's definitely gotten more cheerful and energetic with alcohol in her system]

So the algebra teacher has been trying to ask me out all year and the only reason I know that is because my students keep up with gossip more than the homework I assign!

[griffonix]

So if he ever does actually ask you, what are you going to say?

[ It is getting pretty late, so things have calmed down. Madigan's not even busy, so she's just leaning on the bar across from Amelia, chatting with her. ]

[recluserose]

I dunno. [Stretching her arms out and exhaling. And then finishing off a drink.]

Nice guy and all, but he's half my age and as time passes, I still won't have wrinkles, but he will.

Although guys who look about late thirties or early forties do have a little something-something, not gonna lie.

[griffonix]

Is that so? Clearly you're going to have to share your list of turn-ons now, because I'm all curious.

[recluserose]

[POINT]

You first! We both are gonna share.

[griffonix]

You drive a hard bargain, sweetheart, but I accept.

Let's see, let's see... I'm a lips and eyes kind of girl. Give me someone with full, kissable lips and I am so there. I also like being able to run my fingers through someone's hair.

[ She reaches over, a teasing grin on her face, and tucks a strand of Amelia's hair behind her ear. ] Ladies are great for that.

[recluserose]

[Red because of booze or that... who knows.]

What color hair? I think I like dark hair. Not sure why.

[griffonix]

I have a certain fondness for redheads. Always so... fiery. [ Unabashedly flirting? Unabashedly flirting. ]

[recluserose]

Well, if I'm ever fiery, it's usually cause I'm am amazingly drunk. Otherwise, "meh."

[Kinda of amazing how she can be brutally honest, but in completely different ways]

[griffonix]

Oh, I think you're very fiery, just in a different sort of way.

1/2

[recluserose]

Hn.

Well, you're giving me a lot of compliments... I can only think of this one.

[recluserose]

[And despite being drunk as hell, Amelia clears her throat and recites the first few verses of...]

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

[A beat.]

Lord Byron, 1814. Wish I could've met that guy. Messed up, but I think one of my turn ons are Romantic era artists.

[griffonix]

[ Oh. Congratulations Amelia, you got Madigan to turn pink. She looks honestly taken aback. ]

Amelia, that was...

[ Sadly interrupted, as the door to the Griffonix is flung wide and in strolls a man who looks like he has more money than sense. He also appears to be fairly drunk already, as he saunters up to the bar and slurs: ]

I need a drink and a sexy chick. Oooh, even better, a drink from a sexy chick!

Ugh. Duty calls. [ Excuse Madigan for a moment while she goes to deal with this dude. ]

[recluserose]

Oh. Well. More where that came from.

[Bah, good times being interrupted :/ Amelia just plays around with the ice in her glass while out of the corner of her eye she watches Madigan go about her duties]

[griffonix]

[ This guy was leering at her from the get-go, and Madigan has to tell him several times that she thinks he's already had enough.

He seems a little annoyed at that, but not downright angry until he propositions her and she refuses. ]

I'll say it again- slower this time- I am not. Taking. Customers. If you calm down and sober up a little, I might be willing to let you see one of my girls, but not before then.

Bah! Where do you get off, tellin' me what I can and can't do? D'you know who I am?

No, and I don't really care to. Now either shut up and sober up, or get out.

Fucking bitch! Don't talk to me like that!! [ He makes a grab for Madigan over the bar, but thankfully she has sobriety on her side, and dodges out of the way. ]

Get out! Right now.

Make me, you goddamn little whore!

[recluserose]

[Amelia hasn't had any sobriety on her side for a while now and she's standing up and facing the troublesome customer.]

Correct me if I'm wrong or if I'm just buzzed as hell, but I think she wants you to get out.

Also your shirt's on backwards.

[griffonix]

Amelia, don't--

[ He whirls on her, glaring. The stink of alcohol is obvious. ]

What's this? Another one. Tell you what, once I'm done fucking your friend here, I'll give you a go, too.