10333/Kittens are totally a thing

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Kittens are totally a thing
Date of Scene: 06 December 2019
Location: Hyperion Hotel
Synopsis: Angel, Nick, and several kittens enter a bar...
Cast of Characters: Angel, Phantasm (Drago)




Angel has posed:
Hyperion Hotel, Los Altos is quiet tonight Angel has no investigations ongoing. Instead, he's got a chance to relax...a little, he's settled on the chairs in thebar, legs crossed, arms folded behind his head as he's relaxing Angel's dressed all in black, with the lights flickering in the bar. Really it's just a meeting room, but Angel's in here to relax some. Fred's asleep, the kittens have worn themselves out, and Angel's the last one to bed. Plus he's not wanting to get up and disturb the little calico kitten on his lap, either. The bar's fully stocked, because God knows, Cordy and Fred and the crew spend time here. Not a shocker really.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
It's late and the second part of the Five Times Novel tour has kicked off over at the Shoreline Ampitheater. With the concert done with, the band has made it back to their respective hotels. Due to the nature of Nick's joining the band, he's staying separately from the others to help prevent any accidental association. He should be exhausted. He should be but with the adrenaline built up from the show, he's not. And the bar in HIS hotel is closed.

So... here he is wandering about the street. Dressed down in his Goodwill best. But, being it is warmer in Los Altos than New York. He has forgone the knit cap and is instead wearing a black, still worn down ballcap. His sleeves are still a bit long covering up the scar on the arm.

In the quiet late night, a trickling sound of water coming from the fountain at the Hyperion draws his attention to the old structure. The open gate and light coming from one of the ground level windows also registers. Another hotel. Seems open. Maybe THEY have their bar still open. Turning, the musician makes his way over to the unlocked door to the lobby and opens it. Glancing over to the front desk area, he ponders. This doesn't bode well. "Hello?"

Angel has posed:
Oh this bar is open. Angel's even sat at it...and vaults it when he hears Nick. "Hello, c'mon in" he says with a look. Sure, technically, it' s his home. But just to be on the safe side of this guy being a vampire, Angel invited him in. Not Spike, so no need to worry. The kitten that was on his lap has taken to running along the bar and curling up where the cash register would be. More...cat register. Angel looks to the kitten then the newcomer. "Don't mind the kittens. We got them a while ago. They're part of the place. What can I get you?" he asks, doing the signature bartender pose, eyes looking over Nick. "We got...." he says, and reels off a standard list. Just with blood hidden in there, too. Ye, Angel makes his Bloody Marys with, yes, actual blood

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
At the invitation, Nick turns to head towards the source of the voice, and consequently finds the bar and Angel approaching it offering to get a drink. "Oh good. For a moment I thought this hotel's bar was closed too." He approaches the bar from the patron side, resting an arm along the top. "Guinness." His glance shifts to the kittens, giving a slight smlie, "The kittens add a nice touch."

Angel has posed:
Angel uses the idea of pouring a drink to go over the guy. Not drunk or high. Healthy heartbeat, good. He's...pretty sure he's seen the guy around. He does though glance to the kitten and get a bowl of water. Kittens need water after all. "One Guinness" Angel adds setting it on the bar, the black drink matching Angel's mood. See, he can play at being friendly but...but....but....he's a brody SOB when it comes down to it. Angel though rummages around beneath the bar. That's where in movies, people keep their shotguns.Instead. Angel asks about food. "You want anything to eat?" he asks. "Just bar snacks. The kitchen....well...."

Given how run down the Hyperion is....cooking anything will be a long shot. Fred's more up to speed on that mind...

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Nah. Just the beer." Nick replies, shaking his head, "Plenty of junk food back where I'm staying. Just unreasonable bar hours." He pauses, looking to the kitten, and consequently the register area. "Do you guys take both cash and card or do you have a preference?" He's covered either way, but it does affect how long he'll be here.

He glances around, getting a better look, "Going under rennovations?"

Angel has posed:
Angel nods and slides the beer down the bar. it...doesn't spill. He's good like that. Angel's studying Nick, "I swear I've seen you befor" he says softly. He's watching, and gets a bowl of chips, too. More for show. Still, Angel sits behind the bar and looks pleased to have a customer at this hour. "So what brings you to my hotel?" he asks.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick's brow lifts a bit as Angel makes his comment, "Traveling for work. Just got back to the hotel and the bar was closed. And I really felt like a beer."

He grows quiet, studying Angel's attire. Dark clothing. Long co- Oh. Okay. Yes, possible. That's practically the uniform for one of the branches of music he's been in. But then again, it could be at the other thing. Or that other OTHER thing, "I get around a bit. Are you more of a Music or Movies guy?"

Angel has posed:
"You feel like a beer? You look human to me" Angel says dryly with a nod. "So ou came here. Okay" angel says quietly. He's sure he's seen Nick around, instead, well, Angel....he's definitelyseen the guy around. something something vampire movie something something. Angel only knows from what he's herd. But he's seen clips of the movie. Still though, Angel shakes his head and looks to Nick. "You involved with music then? Or movies? Or both?" he asks and watches the kitten for a moment.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The side of Nick's mouth turns upwards in a slight grin at Angel's dad joke. "Both." Nick answers, "Mostly session work nowadays but every so often I go on a tour or do a stand alone gig." He doesn't offer much in terms of the particular one he's on now.

He glances around, in particular looking to the ceiling portions lower down and walls. "Do you get a lot of guests here?"

Angel has posed:
Angel shakes his head. "Not too many" Angel points out. "Look around. It's dead as a graveyard in here. Just you, me and the kittens. Graveyards are something Angel's familiar with, vampire and all. Instead Angel pours himself a drink and joins in drinking. Looking around he nods, "You ever think an old 50s style jukebox would fit in here?" he assks. It's not a random question. Not at all. Angel's got ideas.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"You'd want to work with the design of the building when choosing your additional elements." Nick replies, shaking his head. "You got more of a 30s vibe in here."

He pauses to take a sip, downing a good half of the dark liquid.. There's a mild look of contentment on the performer's face as the glass sets on the counter

"But, they had juke boxes in the 30s, You could probably get something that looks like that."

Angel has posed:
Angel shakes his head. "Art deco's a modern thing they say" Angel huffs. "I could. You're right. You perform in many 30s clubs?" Angel asks, more than a little cynical. True, he's broody as all get out. But still. Angel's smart. And listening too. "So, you think I should, hm, get some 30s stuff in here?" he asks raising an. eyebrow. "You going to help fund it?" he adds...not revealing the fact he's rich. Instead, hey, he's playing up the living in a run down hotel type deal. Rather than his true nature. The kitten wakes up and stares at Nick inquisitiely, then strides over for attention. Angel looks to the kitten, then the Guinneess. "You leave the drink alone" Angel says. Meant more for Mr Fuzzy cute than Nick, really.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"I've subbed as the piano player at the Blue Lady in Bludhaven a few times," Nick replies, "But that's probably it for the 30s club experience."

He looks over to the kitten, holding a hand out for the little one to inspect, "You asked for an opinion. So, I gave it. That wasn't an offer or anything."

Angel has posed:
Angel's trying. He's....really trying to, well, picture Nick playing piano. It's an odd idea. Then again this hotel and bar's an odd idea really. Considering that, well, look what it turned into. Angel quirks a brow with a smirk. "Really, piano. So was it classical and were you practicing for the old folks home and their bedtime music?" Angel says with a glint in his eye. He's teasing. If he wanted to be nasty, he'd he torn Nick's throat out. As vampires are want to do

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"It was jazz music." Nick corrects, flatly. Scritiching the kitten's chin with an index finger when the furball does not reject him outright, "They needed a substitute piano player to back up the singer, the job was low key and temporary enough so I auditioned. I got the job."

He brings his hand away from the kitten to lift up his drink, "And that club is far from a retirement community. If you're ever in that area of the country, you should check it out."

Angel has posed:
"Ah" Angel says sounding pleased, the kitten coming closer and purring contenteddly then watching as hand is removed to lift drinks. Looking over, Angel nods with a smile. "Okay. Okay. I take it back" he says gently, looking to Nick, the drink and kitten...that is the kitten that's sneaking closer and closer. Angel's pretty sure that Nick's legal to drink. Mostly. Even if he wsn't, hell he'd let Buffy drink here

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
After another 'sip' of the drink which brings the contents down to zero, Nick gives a nod at the quasi-apology. The glass sets down, and the now freed hand goes back to scritch the kitten's chin.

He nods in the general direction of one of the walls in an attempt to indicate the room without disturbing the kitten, "And you don't have to take my advice with the decor but if you're thinking of adding to it. Might as well go with some consistency. Use the design of the hotel to your advantage and stuff."

Angel has posed:
Angel nodss listening to Nick, and oh yes, the cat purring. Kittens are definitely vocal, this one no different. Looking over them, Angel shakes his head. "Decor.....like what, art deco, 1930s style?" he asks, "You don't think I'd suit a cigar and a fedora huh?" he adds with a knowing smile, fangs flashing for an instanr. Angel's not going to tell him about the kitten coming down the other end from the bar and heading to Nick. Kitty magnet.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick glances down, smiling slightly to the little kitten, looking over to Angel at his question, "Depends on the fedora, I guess. Cigar's pro-" He pauses, looking at Angel curiously, is that- ?

When the other kitten nudges him from the other side. "Oh hey." He glances over to the other kitten, introducing his free hand to the new kitten. "-Cigar's probably out with modern laws."

Angel has posed:
Angel shakes his head, "Well" he says with a sigh. "Imitation cigars?" he adds as both kittens are happily. Kittens are good like that, going for hands and fingers. "So let's see....imitation cigars, decor. Anything else?" Angel asks. Oh he fully intentds to repay Nick for this, even if it's just advice.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick narrows his eyes as he looks at Angel, "Are yo-" He blinks, growing a bit quiet as he considers the general implications. Well, one way to find out...

His head tilts down before lifting to focus on the kittens, petting them. "Are we still talking about decor or the hotel in general?"

He looks back up to Angel, facial expression, while similar, seeming a bit off, "Because, I've only taken a gander in here."

Angel has posed:
Angel nods and looks puzzled for a second, though he watches the kittens. He does though glance back to Nick. "Both. This bar, and the hotel could use renotvating but..." Angel sighs. "That's not a good idea. Nobody's going to come out here and do it. Cordie can't paint if she ain't here" Angel adds and keeps his eye on the kittens.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick studies Angel's expression for a few moment, registering the expression. "Ahhh." As Angel starts to look up, Nick looks back towards the kittens, allowing for enough tangibility to continue with the scritches, "See, that's a whole can of worms you're opening there with the powers that be."

Angel has posed:
Angel raises an eyebrow, "The PTB? You mean the city and county authorities?" he asks. Oh he knows what the PTB are. But no freakiing way Nick's referring to Wolfram and Heart, right? Right? Probably just the councils and lawmakers Angel's got to worry about...

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Yes. City and County." Nick acknowledges, "Building codes, permits, a whole bunch of legal bullshit you probably won't understand, hence it being mainly bullshit. Inspections..." Nick glances upwards in thought, "And probably some other weird stuff. You'd be better off talking an actual hotelier that recently went through the process to get the gist of what needs to be done." He glances to the empty glass and then to the kittens. Ah the debate. Does he stop petting the kittens for another beer or just con-

He sighs, continuing to pet the kittens.

Angel has posed:
Angel's on getting another drink for Nick. He smiles and pours it. Looking to Nick again, Angel sets the drink down. One more glass, sure. The kittens decide to nudge and nuzzle hands, too. Especially now, with little mews and purrs.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As Angel turns to pour another drink, Nick looks down towards the kittens, expression changing a bit again. "How do you get anything done with these furballs around?"

The performer glances up to Angel, giving a slight nod of thanks for the second drink. "Sorry I can't be much more help on the hotel stuff."

When one of the kittens turns its head away from Nick, he uses his free hand to pick up the drink for another sip.

Angel has posed:
"Very. Very slowly and carefully" Angel nods in anser to the 'how' question. Angel looks to the drink. "Welcome. Take a guess how much you think that drink costs" Angel saays. There's the hint of 'free' on Angel's face as he looks amused.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick raises a brow at Angel's request. "Between $4 to $7 on average but the location has some influence on the price range." His tone a bit cautious as he lowers the drink, "Why?" Oh hell, this better not be like with Leo.

Angel has posed:
Angel clicks his fingers. "Try the grand total of zero dollars" Angel points out. Yes. Free drinks. Angel's serious, too. Though he's wanting Nick to calm down and relax some, too...he's making Angel and the kittens jittery.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick stares at Angel, studying the man's expression intently. His hand moving away from the drink to go back to petting the kitten that has found interest again. But other than the kitten petting the look is stern. "...What's the catch?" No. Not falling in this trap again.

Angel has posed:
Angel shrugs, "What catch. You are cynical beyond belief" Angel points out with a smile...hiding his fangs this time. "There's no catch but the time it takes to get out here and back, ya know?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Despite the things flying around in Nick's head at the moment, the musician is still unconciously tending to the kittens.

The guy is probably right, after all, what would be the odds that this was a repeat of THAT? Especially so soon after-

He shakes his head, chuckling as his posture relaxes a bit as he brings a hand up to rub his temple. "Oh God, sorry."

He glances up, giving what's probably the most relaxed smile he's had since he came in, "It's just for a bit you reminded me of someone else."

Angel has posed:
"I did?" Angel asks curiously and looks worried for a moment or two then he shakes his head. "Look you want to stay in the bar, just sleep on the floor or something" Angel offers, as he's heading for the door. Is that a good idea leaving Nick in a bar with kittens? Angel's a /vampire/, he can get in here in a moment if anything happens

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Yeah, bartender named Leo." Nick cants his head in thought, "If that was his real name. Not really sure now..."

"It was several years ago but I learned four important things from him." He lifts his hand away from one kitten to hold up a hand to count the lessons off. "One, he's an utter asshole. Two, If they start posing odd, philosphical questions that can be answered with 'yes' or 'no' responses. Don't answer. Three, there's no such thing as a free drink. Four, Bar floors are not comfortable."

Nick nods to the drink, "Thanks for the beer. But, I'll probably head back to the hotel after this."