forum supernatural shipping rp-rebooted (open)

Started August 07, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

tune

Anyone on?//

Yee//

Sure. Kiku is a bar tender anyways//

Lol//

(oof just gonna start this since I'm bored)

Bastian was grinning madly as he danced around the nightclub, beer bottle in hand as he did so. He had finally gotten a day off, and he planned on taking full advantage of it. He normally would have been singing at the small bar across the street, but he had felt more like partying

Pearl sat at a random table, picking at some fries. Of course she was underage.

Dis peered out the window of his palace to look at the city of his namesake. The city of Dis, in the sixth Circle of Hell. It's sturdy winding walls waited, ready. It's tall, vigilant watchtowers scraped the sky. Gates, like mouths stood waiting. A most of water, blood and grime circled the walls and gates, their bridges taken down. A few ramparts lay here and there. Inside, the city was impossibly big, and urban, like if Los Angeles, New York City, Mexico City, and Tokyo fused together to become something three times the size and urban-ness of all of them put together, but uglier, nastier, a place for the damned the skylines were sooty and dystopian.
"That's it. I gotta get out of here, it's official." Dis said, getting his sunglasses.
"Virgil, Dante, you guys watch the place while I'm gone." He exclaimed.
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Dis approached the club scene eagerly, kicking open the doors, and walking in.

Zhavia was unsure about earth still. It has been open for years for aliens to come and live, and they seemed nice. Zhavia's mom was hesitant to let her go to college on earth, but shes always wanted to go here. She has made only one friend so far and that friend wanted to celebrate Zhavia for coming to earth for th first time. Lily dragged zhavia down the street and to her favorite club. "You just can't drink." Lily said giving Zhavia a playful wink. "I was allowed to drink on my planet." She was confused as to why she wasn't allowed. "You have to be 21 or older to drink on earth. But, the club is fun no matter what." It was loud and you can clearly hear the music and people from outside. Lily shoved Zhavia inside and went to sit at the bar for now.

Bastian eventually finished off the last of his beer. After nearly stumbling and falling on top of some girl he made his way to the bar counter, plopping down on it before tossing the empty bottle in the trashcan a few feet away

"Ow." Zhavia said as a man fell into her. But she just shrugged. "You okay?" Lily asked taking a drink of some of her beer. "I thought you had to-" Lily's hand slapped over Zhavia's mouth s to stop her from finishing the sentence. "I'm 21 for tonight okay?" She whispered and went back to drinking.

Dis walked up to the bartender.
"Give me your best tequila?" He asked, slapping money down on the counter.

Bastian looked over at the guy who had slapped his money on the counter. "Damn, your first time to a club pal?" he asked with a small laugh

"I've been to a few." Dis said. By a few, he meant pretty much every club in the West Coast, but had gotten too roaring drunk to remember. Although he got the vague impression that he was legally married to a household mop.

"Well, you haven't been to a real club until you've come here," Bastian chuckled. He leaned over to the bartender, a twiggy-looking guy whose face turned almost tomato red when Bastian looked over at him. "Glass of the good bourbon, it's on the top shelf in the back next to the fun stuff," he said, and the bartender nodded frantically before all but running to the small room behind the bar

Dis received his tequila.
"I've been here before." He said, downing most of it.

"Really, now? Think I would notice a pretty face like yours in my club," Bastian hummed, his accent more noticeable when he lowered his voice a bit

"Yeah, likewise buddy." Dis said, finishing his glass and buying another one. He adjusted his sunglasses and rubbed his chin with the back of his left hand.

Bastian chuckled at that. The bartender eventually came back with his drink, though instead of a glass the guy had just given him a bottle of bourbon. He laughed as he watched the bartender go red in the face

Kiku sighs boredly, watching people get drunk off their asses as he cleans a cup. He had been working two shifts, since one of the crew didn't show. He was dead tired and just wanted to go home.