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Bently was busy with a couple of ladies down the way, smiling but trying to get out of talking to them. He handed them their drinks, then headed to the store room to find a new bottle of whiskey.

"Oh, you need a refill?" Jimmy smiled and pounded the bar, "Hey, keep! Filler up!" He chuckled a bit and then looked back at the girl. "Short attention span, eh? I'm sure I have that as well." Jimmy looked around the bar scanning for certain things, but not seeing any of them.

Meghan Denvarro was...sweaty, really, more than anything else. She'd just gotten off work and had decided to head to the Elysium for a drink. Her bright red hair was all but plastered to her forhead, and a few beads of sweat that hadn't been wiped away by the towel around her neck were dripping down slowly.

Of course, she had somehow still managed to cover up before she headed out, despite feeling as though a furnace would be a nice cool place to curl up in. A light jacket and a pair of shorts did most of it, though the bikini-like top was still primarily visible beneath the jacket.

It didn't, obviously, bother her. She was used to baring a little skin. Still, she had the decency to realize that not everyone would want to see. The wolf stalked over to the bar, shaking her head a bit to get the hair out of her way,
"A Jimmy Jones," she nodded to the barman, "And I'll open a tab for the night."

Jimmy smiled, "My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out." Jimmy chuckled and smirked, it was ihs normal response. "Some call me St. Jimmy, but Jimmy's fine. By the way what is your name?" He watched her drink and noticed a new girl come to the bar. He shook his head slightly, she wasn't who he was looking for.

"Saint Jimmy, hmm?" She looked at the expression in eyes that sat beneath unruly black hair in disbelief, and she laughed. "I bet you're nothing like a saint," she said, cocking her head to one side, growing ever more uncomfortable thanks to no tangible source. "I'm Morgan." She didn't offer to shake his hand; she didn't really want to.

Now there was someone else behind the bar, a much younger but equally bespectacled man. He hadn't the skill of the bartender, but his movements were confident. Morgan pegged him for the owner - or owner's son, brother, insert random close relative here. It didn't matter. They were all the same.

Morgan blinked once or twice, momentarily taken aback by the Owner's Son (as she called him in her mind) and his shrug.

"I think I've just been snubbed," she said to aloud to herself and anyone within earshot; and she was inexplicably entertained. "Oh well. Guess it's what I get for dragging in like this." She didn't smile, but the amusement sparkled in her dark eyes as she continued to follow the Owner's Son with her eyes.

All the while she traced the beautiful carvings in the bar with her long fingers. She could learn to like this place...With a little concentration, she'd narrowed the Banal vibes to somewhere in the general vicinity of "Saint" Jimmy. It wasn't the club itself that had felt threatening...in fact, it was incredibly beautiful there.

Lavina nodded. "That's true, people are idiots," she agreed. She wondered if his cancer was terminal. She didn't ask however, it wasn't any of her business, all she could do was try to be a good....friend to him.

Shifting in his seat, Davey glanced around at all the new people filling up the club. He was glad that he had grabbed a seat early on.