Realistic or Modern The Blue Sailboat Lounge

[Lizy]

Dawn watched the acts go up as she worked, cleaning tables and taking orders. Despite the rocky start of the night, the acts were going quite well. Even Gertrude's act went decently, despite it's typical few issues. She wondered when the girl would truly find her act. Gertrude was quite good at commanding an audience onstage, but she'd never really found a talent that clicked with everyone. She'd hopefully have it one of these days.

As she saw Julian go up she went to check the setlist, checking the order although she already knew it. The next act was Pierre. He'd had time to cool down, so he should be fine to go. She did feel quite bad for just walking off to change the first act on him, but she didn't want to argue the decision that she had already made. She decided to check on him now, before he had to go up. She went over to where Pierre was sitting at the bar. "Heya. How are you doing?" She asked.

ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

 

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Margot Dupont

Margot let out a satisfied sigh as she sat back at the bar. She always felt good after her sets went well. Margot looked over when Gertrude sat next to her. She flashed her a smile. "Hey, Gertrude! Nice job," she complimented. She definitely was impressed by her performance despite it not being perfect. She has definitely come a long way with her singing since Margot met her. "Who's your friend?" she questioned curiously. Gertrude hadn't brought him around before. She nudged Gertrude with a sly smile. "Is he a friend or a friend?" she whispered.

Margot laughed at Vincent. "Well, I guess I'll just have to try harder. Don't forget I have the closing slot for my second set which is another chance for me to get you. That one is more fun because I get to be myself, well, more than before," she laughed. "I think I'll have a Vodka Sour," she answered, leaning back in her seat as she listened to Julian play. "So, any hints on what will make you laugh? You know it is a goal of mine," she asked with a grin. It was a challenge. She was determined to get him to crack, in more ways than one. Sure, she wanted to finally get him to laugh, but she knew next to nothing about him. The only person who knew more about her than him was Dawn. To be fair, it was mostly from the occasional drunken breakdown after a bad day, but all she knew was that his name was Vincent and he was an excellent bartender.

An idea came to Margot's mind. She leaned forward once again and placed her elbows on the bar. "How about a deal? If I make you laugh, you tell me something about yourself. Something real, not your favorite color or something as trivial," she proposed. She really was going to have to pull out all the stops if she was going to succeed, of course that is only if he accepts the deal. She felt like the only people who understood her, truly understood her, were the people at the Blue Sailboat. She had friends who didn't expect her to be traditional, but she didn't feel like she actually fit in with them. She wanted the other people that she considered friends to feel the same way.

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[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Pierre was just finishing up his drink, realising that it was now his turn to preform. He still didn't feel hundred percent but he figured he was well enough to give a good show. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths preparing himself for the song before Dawn approached him. She was sweet and caring girl and that was what endeared her to him, she beautiful in every way one could. Still her fussing was getting a little irksome.

He forced a smile. "Not at my best yet but I can still give a show dont worry." He said before leaning over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Merci and you are sweet to worry but please I will be fine OK." He said before moving past her to get on the stage. Once back stage he spoke to the band before stepping out on stage with them and took his place center stage. "Bienvenue, thank you all for coming her tonight. I hope you enjoyed the previous acts. Weren't the great. " He said in his charmingly awkward stage manner. He waited for a short applause for the audience before continuing. He said a couple of anactodes and jokes followed by a little back and forth with with the audience.

"... Merci, merci. Give the man some plause he has been a great sport. Now for what you are actually here for."He began to say as he shook hand with a little embarrassed but amused audience member which he had teased a little. He returned to stage and as he did so the band began to play. Once at his spot, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to get lost in the music before singing.

 

[Tiny]

Nichelle Gavier

Elle beamed at Sully feeling electric from the performance. "Now that's how you start a night!" she told him happily. "I think that might've been one of our better sets. Though I know we've still got some improvements." Elle suggested that the two of them reconvene later on to discuss their second set, though she actually had a few ideas. In the mean time there was some time before her performance and she wanted to enjoy the downtime watching the performances. She considered choosing a seat by the bar but found it odd considering she would not drink until after her last set. Instead she went for a table off to the side.

The performances went much as she expected. Gertrude tried her best, which was adorable. Elle was quite found of the young starling and clapped happily at the end of her performance. Hopefully she'd have time to congratulate her in person later. It was so difficult to perform when you were first starting out. Despite their vast difference in talent, Elle remembered that much as least. Margot's jokes were relatively tame considering the girls usual vulgarity but Elle suspected that might come later in the evening. She made that embarrassing show of dealing with that heckler which Elle thought was unnecessary. It got a few laughs out of the audience, though so I suppose it was good for something. Politely, she clapped along afterwards though she didn't really find much about it funny.

Julian's performance was charming as expected. Elle would never begrudge the man's talents. It just seemed like he was playing it too safe at the stage of his abilities. Watching him up there however, Elle couldn't really see why Sully had his problems with Julian. He was...certainly something that was for certain. The melody was certainly beautiful and was unfamiliar to her. Was he playing his own work? It was possible and filled her with a soft respect. She didn't know if she'd ever have the courage for that. When Pierre's set came on afterwards she wasn't too certain as to how he would follow it up. Especially after his episode earlier. In her excitement of the earlier and doubled slot she hadn't really checked up on him. She might feel bad about it but it wasn't as though they were friends...Nevertheless his voice came through rich and fantastic. Maybe it wasn't as strong as it might be if he hadn't been recovering from his incident. What would Elle know, she'd only heard him sing a handful of times? Still, it was well done and Elle could appreciate good work. She clapped along with the rest of them.

Elle wasn't sure where the time went but it was back to their second slot. She quickly found Sully and asked him how she looked. Not that she really needed too much confirmation. Despite the lack of outfit change she still looked stunning as ever. Elle wouldn't allow herself to be seen on stage as anything less. She waited as patiently as she was able until Pierre concluded his performance, going over in her head the song and the notes that she really wanted to hit home. Across the bar she caught Gertrude's eye and shot her a wink coupled with a quick thumbs up.

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[NIAMH]

"Giving hints would ruin the fun of it all, Dupont." Vincent plays, pouring himself a glass of water. He would have to save his actual drinking for after work hours- which quite honestly, was a sad thing to look forward to. He watches the gears turn in that head of hers, biting the inner of his cheek to keep from grinning at just the sight of that little signature smirk of hers as she processed things over. Taking a sip of his water, she finally speaks again. "A deal?" He echoes with an arched brow, putting the glass down with the tip of his finger edging the side of it. This certainly peaked his interest, but was caught a bit off guard when she stated she would like to know more about him had she managed to actually get him to laugh.

"You strike a hard bargain, darlin'." Vincent muses, in a debate with his own thoughts now. If she did actually make him laugh, what would he say? `I've got a severe drinking and smoking problem! Sometimes I even black out if it's a bad night!` No, that was out of the question completely. Though, as dreadful as it sounded, to lose by laughing of all things, Vincent had deemed it fair in a way. He'd worked at the lounge for nearly seven years now, and not one soul ( except Dawn ) had known a lick of information on the man, so he could understand where the curiosity had come from.

Downing whatever water was left in the cup ( less than half the glass ) and nodding, placing the glass aside and nodding in defeat. "Alright," he gives in, eyeing the comedian. He would be an absolute liar were he to say he didn't find any interest in the woman at all. And could you blame him? Even the name Margot Dupont was breathtaking to him, as cliche as it sounds- but now was not the time to gush over an attractive female. "Better have something clever in mind planned." He says, secretly looking forward to what she would do. In a way, he was actually kind of flattered. Someone wanted to get to know him? How nice.

With a sigh, he catches Nichelle on the side of his eye, and moves over to her across the counter. "Fancy anything, Elle?"

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[EricSings]

Once her Bay Breeze was ready, Gertrude took the glass and fiddled with the red straw for a moment. As more patrons enter the lounge, she begins to think of how she felt she did. Gregory is a very supportive friend, although he has also told her it is extremely difficult to make it as a performer. She resists sighing, not wanting to show any sign that she is doubting herself. Instead, she grabs a napkin on the counter and a nearby pen, deciding to jot dow a few lines that she later wants to incorporate into a poem. It seems whenever she is feeling sad or elated, putting words and feelings into poetry calms her. A tug pulls at her lips, hazel eyes reading over her cursive handwriting. Gertrude tucks the napkin into her clutch, excited to explore the many sides of poetry when she gets home. She sips at her Bay Breeze, then offers Vincent a satisfied look. "Thank you."

Gertrude turns to Margot, some of her curled locks of light brown hair bouncing slightly. She decides not to compliment Margot's outfit, despite how cute she finds it. "Oh, Gregory," she leans back so Margot can see him better, "he's a good friend of mine. He is going to lawschool." She takes another sip of her Bay Breeze, and upon hearing Margot's question, she nearly chokes. "Oh. He is just a friend." As Julian finishes his wondrously dark piece, she cheers and claps for him. Gertrude then waves for him to join them, but is unsure if he notices her.

When Pierre kisses Dawn on the cheek, Gertrude refrains from reacting. Instead, she cheers for Pierre as he heads to the stage, barely noticing Elle wink in her direction. That yellow dress was everything, no matter how jealous Gertrude felt of her. She smiles in her direction, but rolls her eyes slightly as she turns to grab her Bay Breeze. "Mmm." Gertrude overhears what Margot and Vincent are talking about, somewhat happy that someone was trying to figure out more about the mysterious man. Someone had to.

While watching Pierre perform, Gertrude couldn't help but smile. Smooth, somewhat soulful, and emotional are some of the ways she would describe his voice. The two of them never really talked much, but she was always encouraging of him. Gertrude realizes just how strong all of the performers really are. She finds it beautiful how they all get to come here and improve their talents, all while juggling the madness of Midtown Manhattan.

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Margot Dupont

"Oh I have something planned, that's for sure," she responded to Vincent. She downed her drink and watched as the others performed. "What happens if I don't make you laugh? What's your end of the deal?" she questioned. It wouldn't be fair if he didn't have something if he won. Although, Margot was pretty confident about winning. She wouldn't have made the deal otherwise. She had some material that she's never done at the bar. They were mainly jokes that she told at parties with friends, but she knew they were good ones.

When it was Margot's spot to go again, she was much more relaxed than she was before her last set. She adjusted the microphone to her height before she greeted the crowd. She was going to pull out all the stops for this set. She didn't intend to be so vulgar, but all her best jokes were. She started her set off fairly tame, but quickly changed. The crowd was definitely receiving the material well. She stopped trying to hold back and just went for it. Normally, these jokes were only told at parties she went to because they were risky to tell on stage. It's unfortunate she rarely told them because, in her opinion, they were some of her best material. She had about five minutes until the end of her set when she saw two police officers making their way through the crown. Fuck. "Well, I guess that's all for tonight, folks. Be sure to tip the lovely waitress, Dawn, and our favorite bartender, Vincent," she said as the crowd began to notice the police. The crowd began to boo the officers. "Aw, now don't do that. They're only doing their job. It's so difficult to sit outside bars and clubs and wait for someone to say something rude," she said sarcastically. One of the officers grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off the stage.

As they dragged her out of the Blue Sailboat, she struggled a bit, trying to get her coat and purse which were still at the bar. Of course, they wouldn't let her. "Vincent, can you please keep my stuff behind the bar? Also, expect a call once I'm settled," she shouted as they dragged her out the door and shoved her into the back of their car. "Now gentleman, this is no way to treat a lady," she chastised condescendingly. The drive to the station wasn't long. Once she was all booked (tbh i have no idea how this works) she was able to make her phone call, but she did not have a lot of time to speak. She called the Blue Sailboat. "Hello, it's Margot. Can someone come bail me out please? I will pay them back tomorrow, I swear. There should be enough money in my purse to close out my tab and tip," she spoke quickly. She called the lounge because she knew her parents would kill her if they knew she was arrested.

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[NIAMH]

What would he get out of it? Suppose he would never know, because as soon as those officers came in putting a halt to the performance, a chuckle managed to escape as the bartender shook his head. "Of course." He says under his breath, giving a reassuring wave to the comedian when asking if he could watch her stuff at the bar. He sighs, knowing he'd spend a little more time by the lounge's phone waiting for the bail call. Vincent wasn't rich, but he still had a fair amount of money, which would help the woman out. Literally, out. Out of jail. For telling jokes.

Just then, the phone rang, and Vincent took no time to pick it up.

"Well, Dupont, you sure do know how to make exits as grand as your entrances." The man teases, holding the phone between his should and ear as he shrugs on his jacket. "I'm heading over there now, sit tight." With that said, Vincent hangs up and huffs, another light snicker coming out as the scene replays in his head. She won the deal, but he doesn't mind at all. "Dawn, I'll be back in about an hour." He tells the friend with a hand on her shoulder. The brunette then grabs Margot's things from where she sat behind the bar and heads out, grabbing the keys to his car from the jacket pocket he wore.

The drive was fairly normal. He always did enjoy driving at night. Upon his arrival at the station, he walks in and gives an awkward, thin smile. "Here for Margot Dupont. She's the one who probably won't stop talking and, or, telling jokes." As if knowing exactly who he was talking about, the officer brought the man to the front, where he had to sign a few papers and then pay for the woman's bail. After that, he gives a quiet "thanks" before standing in the waiting room, watching another officer bring Margot out. "Looks like you're a criminal now, Dupont." He tells her, assissting her with her jacket and handing her that purse of hers.

When getting to his car, Vincent circles around to open the passenger side door for her, waiting for her to settle in before going back around and sitting in the drivers seat, starting the engine after his seatbelt clicks shut. "You also won our deal. So, what would you like to know?" This was going to be one interesting ride.

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[Lizy]

Dawn just nodded and went on with her usual business as Pierre went on stage. She couldn't deny, she felt that familiar flutter when he kissed her on the cheek. That was all over now though, she had to remind herself, she just had to get over their relationship. Pierre was, no doubt, one of the best people she'd ever dated. She'd been on plenty dates since they called it off, mostly set up by her mother, but none of them had compared. Maybe part of the reason she'd liked him so much was because he was he own choice, not her mothers. Maybe she just had to find another guy all on her own, without the help of her mother. A nice guy who would treat her right and she could be happy with. Although she was trying to be an independent woman, she couldn't deny she was a romantic at heart.

She continued waiting her tables when she noticed that Margot was going up for the last set of the night. She knew that Margot liked to loosen it up when she had a later time slot, she just hoped it wouldn't get her into trouble. She'd heard of many instances of comedians getting arrested for preforming vulgar material. She didn't want her friend to get arrested too. As she passed by Pierre she smiled at him but said nothing. She didn't want him to get annoyed with her for checking in too much.

She went to the corner of the lounge to clean a table that had been left open when she noticed the police come in, making their way through the crowd. As they took Margot off the stage Dawn was impressed at how calm the girl appeared to be. She made her usual sarcastic remarks and carried on like normal. Dawn greatly admired her friend for being so brave. She wished she could be as seemingly carefree as Margot. She gave her a sympathetic look as she was escorted out and then just carried on with her table cleaning duties.

A bit of time passed before she heard the phone ring, it was most likely Margot. She went over to the bar as Vincent took the call and said he'd be going out to get her. "Sure thing Vincent," she nodded as he made his exit. She wondered what they'd to without a bartender for an hour. It was late and if she knew thing it was that everyone who stayed this late wanted to drink. She glanced at the people who had approached the bar and were waiting for their orders to be taken. The most definitely could not wait an hour for Vincent to return to get to all these people. She looked over at Pierre and remembered when he worked at The Sailboat as an assistant bartender. Surely he could help. She rushed over to him, not wanting to keep people waiting long. "Pierre, would you mind helping with the bar for a bit?" she asked, "Vincent had to go get Margot and I don't know how to make drinks and all these people are waiting." She gestured at the people who had crowded around the bar, some of them were starting to look quite impatient. She hoped Pierre would be willing to help out.

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[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Pierre was shocked when Margot was arrested, one thing he was enjoying her performance the other the officers had come in to arrest her. How did they come in so quickly? Where they actually waiting outside for her to slip? That was madness. He thought this was democratic free country, such an act was something the fascist would pull. "Hey, hey! You can do this!" He went to step up for his friend but Margot looked deflated him and step aside. He was left feeling helpless, he did not have the money to bail her or know anyone that could help. He did not like this, he had been once to many times to be helpless when friend was in need.

For the next hour he paced impatiently, chastising himself softly under his breath in his native young. Than the call came with Vincent picking it up, he immediately walked over to the bar to see if it was Margot."Why are you still here? Vite, Vincent, Vite!" He encouraged Vincent almost volunteering to go with when Dawn suggested he manned the bar. It had been a while since mixed drinks but he nodded and moved behind the bar and went to work.

He worked as if from instinct as memories of his first days in the lounge came back to him. Good times even if it was also hard times. He remained how he got them all the longe joining in a French drinking song. He smirked liking the distraction from his worry from Margot. "Hey dawn! Remember this..." He said began to sing as he poured drinks.

 

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Margot Dupont

Margot was sitting in the holding cell waiting for Vincent to come and get her. There were two other women on either side of the cell who were arrested for fighting each other. Margot wasn't sure what caused the fight, but neither of them seemed like sweet, even tempered, ladies. They had both threatened her if she didn't stop talking, so she sat there, quieter than she ever was in school, but she was fidgeting. While Margot was never handcuffed, the other two were. They remained in their handcuffs to prevent them from fighting physically, but that didn't stop them from verbally fighting. They whipped threats back and forth as Margot watched the clock, waiting. Finally, an officer had come to release Margot.

She walked out to greet Vincent. "Hey, I'm only an alleged criminal right now. I have to be found guilty in a court of law, which is scheduled for next week, thank you very much," she responded. Once she had her jacket on, she pulled it close around her, it was quite chilly in the police station and even colder outside. "But, seriously, thank you so much. I don't know what I would have done if you didn't come get me. I'll pay you back tomorrow," she said sincerely as she took her purse. Calling her parents wasn't an option and while she knew one of her siblings would bail her out, they wouldn't be able to keep it a secret from her parents. As much as she complained about her parents, she did still love them and she hated that she disappointed them, so she didn't want to actually upset them. "Evening gentlemen," she called to the officers who arrested her as she walked out of the station with Vincent.

"Wow, Vincent, I didn't know you were such a gentleman," she teased as he opened the car door for her. She settled in and pulled a compact out of her purse. Using the mirror, she fixed her hair, which was slightly disheveled before reapplying her lipstick that had faded throughout the night. She looked over in shock as Vincent announced that she had one. "No way! Really?" she questioned. She was too distracted with being arrested and all to notice that he laughed. "I haven't really thought about it. I kind of forgot about the deal in the midst of all the craziness. So, I guess you can just tell me whatever you want. It doesn't have to be some deep, dark secret, just something about you," she stated as the car began to move.

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[Lizy]

Dawn smiled as Pierre went to man the bar. She was glad she didn't have to deal with a mess of customers who wanted a drink. She took orders and tried not to think about Margot. Those police seemed to get stricter every day. Margot would be safe with Vincent though, she didn't have to worry about her. She wondered if there'd be a trial. That would be exiting. Not a great thing to happen in the first place, but if it did she'd go to support her friend. She didn't do to much outside of work, besides going on terrible dates set up by her controlling mother.

She walked back to the bar and smiled at Pierre's song. She remembered the day they got everyone to join in. It was quite fun, she missed having him as a bartender at the lounge. "Like it was yesterday," she grinned. She joined along in singing with Pierre, remembering the song quite well. She wasn't a singer but she had a decent enough voice and could carry a tune. She began to clap and dance a bit, encouraging others to join in, glad to have a distraction.

ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

 

[NIAMH]

Vincent rolls his eyes at the woman's sarcastic remark when he'd open the door for her. Her character was definitely one he usually wouldn't find himself around, but here he was, about to tell some [ "interesting" ] fact about himself all for some silly little bet of theres that she, technically, won fair and square. "Lets see." The man ponders for a bit, a finger tapping on his steering wheel- a nervous tick he does when there hadn't been a cig around. While he thought, his mind drifted to where the cigs of his actually were. Glove department? No, he was thinking of the empty box he'd left in there. Center console? Possibly. A free hand goes to the area, clicking open the section and finding a box of the cancersticks, glancing down to see there'd been three left. He takes one, offers another to Margot, and then sets the box back inside, lighting his and rolling down the window a bit.

What could he tell her? Nothing too simple, like favorite color, and nothing too deep, like how he would possibly drink himself to death. "Damn." He inhales, and exhales a puff of smoke the side of his mouth. He really wasn't all that interesting, was he? "Started writing my own book a while back. Small little thing- 'bout the future, what lies beyond the earth, silly stuff, really. Dropped it when," When I started drinking. "...I got a little too busy and had my hands tied." Vincent takes another puff, tapping the ashes out the window. A few more minutes of driving, the two arrive back at the lounge. He sits in the car for a little longer, though, doing so until he loses track of how many stars were in the sky tonight. "Well then, lets head inside before the others start worrying." By others, he really meant mainly Dawn. He knew how that girl was, always so frantic with things and people. A mother hen, really.

With those words, Vincent steps outside of the car after killing the engine and steps on the cigarette he's finished under his shoe, watching the small sparks disappear after a second. He rounds his way towards Margot's side, opening the door and closing it behind her just as he had back at the station. "How about instead of paying me back for the drinks tonight and driving to pick you up, you tell me something about you now? So we're even."

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Margot Dupont

Margot accepted Vincent's offer of a cigarette and lit it before rolling her window down a bit as well. She was a bit surprised at what he revealed. She never would have pegged him as an author, but thinking about it, it made sense. He was the thinking time, observing what happened around him. It made sense that he had to have some form of outlet for his thoughts and opinions. Margot grinned at him. "That doesn't sound silly at all! I think you should try and get back to it. Who knows? You might be able to sell a story like that. Would you sign my copy?" she replied. She watched out the window as they drove, admiring the lights in the city. She had always loved walking around at night and looking at the signs and lights. It was one of the things she loved about living in New York.

Margot got out of the car and considered what Vincent had said. "Okay, sounds fair. BUT, I will pay back the bail. End of discussion," she agreed. She thought a moment about what she would tell him. It was difficult for her to choose, because she wasn't entirely sure what he didn't know. He's seen her shows, her drunken meltdowns, and been there as she chatted to other people at the bar, so he likely knows far more about her than she does of him. Suddenly, she thought about what she was going to tell him. "I don't know why I haven't told anyone, it's not a secret, but I did ballet until I was about 16. It was one activity that my mom and I both agreed on. She had put me in classes when I was young because I was so rambunctious. I was really good actually, but I had to quit. I had slipped on some ice walking home from school and broke my ankle. Once I tried to start back at dance, my ankle would be incredibly sore by the end of class. I thought I just needed to work through it, but it lasted for months, so I had to stop," she revealed. She had always been a performer, so her switch to comedy was a natural step. She grew serious and looked at Vincent directly. "I know I said it earlier, but thank you," she stated before giving him a quick peck on the cheek before walking back into the bar.

Once she walked through the door, it's like a switch had gone off. She was back to her normal self, no longer serious. "I busted out of jail. I am back once again friends," she announced as she walked back to her usual seat at the bar. "Dawn, Vincent here is quite the gentleman. I was pleasantly surprised," she said jokingly, despite telling the truth. She knew Vincent was an attentive and polite bartender, but she had never really interacted with her outside of the context of the bar. She shrugged off her coat and hung it on the back of her chair before counting the money in her purse. There was just enough to cover the bail and to get home via subway, thankfully. "Pierre, nice to see you behind the bar again," she commented as she waited for Vincent, so she could pay him back. She hated owing people money, so she wanted to pay him back as soon as she possibly could.

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[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Pierre sang drinking song after drinking song as orders of drinks kept coming in. It was almost overwhelming, he hadnt strained his voice so much before or worked this hard but it was also the most fun he had in a good long while. He could also see Dawn joining in with both singing and dancing. Her smile, her grace and energy stirred the old feelings again from they were once were together. It was increasingly difficult to justify or even remember the reason he had broken of things with her.

At one point, drink orders had died down so he poured two shots of tequila as he began to get the crowd going on the Tequila song. He carried the drinks to out of the bar and to Dawn, offering one of the drinks. Close to her, he seemed he moved without control after handing her the drink. His hand slipped around her west and pulled her close looking at her eye to eye, eyes clear with affection and desire as he seemed to near for a kiss. Only Margot and Vincent made him return to himself.

Pierre barely missed a step though, turning to Margot with a wide smile and raised his drink to her. "Votre attention s'il vous plait! Attention s'il vous plait! Margo is back!" He called out to a general cheer from everyone before he approached her. "I needed something to do,otherwise I would be worried sick about my favourite comic." He explained."I am sorry I didnt come with Vincent to help you...How are you doing?"

 

[Lizy]

Dawn grinned as more and more people started joining in. It reminded her of the old times, when she and Pierre were together. They had a lot of fun, but she had to remind herself that their relationship had come to an end a while ago. She smiled and took the drink from him as he handed it to her and didn't resist when his hand went around her waist. She was a little puzzled, but it didn't show. She looked him in the eyes, enjoying this moment, until she heard Margot and Vincent return and pulled away. She downed the shot quickly and went over to Margot.

"He is? You'd never know by the looks of him," Dawn teased, "How was prison?" She hoped nothing bad happened. Margot seemed her usual cheery self, so there probably wasn't anything to worry about. She almost wished there was as her mind jumped back to the previous moment. She glanced over at Pierre. They did so well together. She was happy with him. She liked him, which was something she appreciated more and more as she went on surprise dates. He seemed happy when he was with her too, at least she thought. Why'd they even break up in the first place? She cleared the thought out of her head and turned her attention back to Margot, she just had to forget about all that.

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[NIAMH]

"Of course I am." Vincent states with a scoff, patting Pierre's shoulder as he returns to his station. "Thanks for covering, Pierre." He wanted to apologize for rushing out so quickly like he did, but he said nothing more other than the shown gratefulness towards the former-bartender. When the two had entered ( Margot and Vincent ), the man noticed how close Pierre and Dawn were, eyes squinting for a second like he had to adjust his view on the scene. He didn't exactly know the two's history, other than they used to date, from what he's been told- how and why they ended things, however, he didn't know. But, it was none of his business, so he wouldn't pry on the subject.

For now.

Back where he felt comfortable, Vincent looked over everything to make sure things were in their designated spaces. He, of course, trusted Pierre because of his bartending experience, but it felt only right to him that he was behind the bar now instead. After checking everything, Vincent leans a bit on the countertop, looking over to Margot and just sort of - admiring (?) her. He never struck her as a graceful ballerina, by how goofy she was and how much alcohol she could actually down in one sitting. He'd have to see her dance one day, is she allowed it, even if out of practice- would make for a good laugh / memory, wouldn't it?

"Anything interesting happen while we were gone?" He asks finally, glancing between Pierre and Dawn with a skeptical look.

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Margot Dupont

Margot had caught Pierre and Dawn's little moment when she walked in, so she shot Dawn a knowing look before continuing. Once she had finally sat down, she leaned back in her chair. "Oh don't worry about it, Pierre. You were more needed here, Dawn wouldn't have been able to handle the crowd. Although, I am pleased to learn that I am your favorite comic, especially knowing that there are real legends out there performing in New York every day," she responded. "I'm surprisingly good, though. I mean I wasn't in there long, but I can say that I was probably more excited to see Vincent than I have ever been to see anyone. I'm just glad to be back," she explained honestly.

"I know! He's so mysterious and broody," she said a bit loudly so he could hear her. She gave him a teasing look. "Oh prison was lovely. I formed a gang, stabbed a couple people, and started a riot. I really fit in well," she joked. "I'll tell you all about it later," she said with her smile still on her face. She did want to talk about it with Dawn but everyone seemed in such a good mood, she didn't want to bring it down by actually talking about how unpleasant it was and how much she had wanted to get out in the short period of time that she sat there.

Once Vincent was back behind the bar she held out the money she had counted out for him. "Here is what I owe you. Although, I still feel like I owe you big time, so if you ever need a favor, let me know," she stated. She let out a yawn, covering her mouth. The whole ordeal was tiring. "Can I actually have a water please?" she asked, leaning forward and propping her chin on her palm as her elbow rested on the bar. As much as she'd like to continue to drink and let go tonight, she knew that she would fall asleep on the subway and never make it home if she did that.

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Pierre noticed the knowing and questioning looks from Vincent and Margot, they likely saw the scene with Dawn and himself. He should expect a bit of probing about them soon, nothing like that done here escaped being noticed and gossiped about. He himself had not had the chance to process what was he about to do before. "Had a party what else?" He said with a confident grin. "And remembered some good old times when we weelre partners in drink mixing." Pierre explained to Vincent as he took his usual place at the customer side of the bar. "Don't worry, though it was l fun, my place is on this side of the bar. Your job is safe, mon aimé."

He turned to the girls who were having his own debrief. Obviously Margot put a comedic spin to what had happened though he suspected it was tough on her. Though instinct told him to try and help, she figured it was best left with Dawn or at least give Margot a chance to recover. He returned his attention back to Dawn, she was something he could not put on for later. The sort but sweet bartender session had confused things between them and he did not help matters by going to kiss her and than dropping her like a hot pan. He groaned at himself, what was about her that turned him into a fool.

He sighed as he approached Dawn. "Sorry, à private word of possible. No rush if you want to be with Margot. I just thought after what happened we need to clear some air."

 

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Dawn caught the looks of Margot and Vincent, but didn't address it further. Still, they were bound to poke at it at some point, especially Margot. But, she had her own questioning looks to give when she noticed Vincent just kind of staring at Margot. There was a look in his eyes, a look she hadn't seen on him before. Could this be love? She raised an eyebrow and smiled at him. She turned her attention back to Margot and laughed at her jokes about jail. She could tell her friend was joking to put everyone at ease, it clearly wasn't a pleasant experience. She decided that she could go outside with her a bit later to talk about it.

She turned to Pierre when he approached her. "Oh, ok. I'm just going to speak to Margot for a bit," Dawn spoke hurriedly, "I'll be right with you." She desperately didn't want to have a "private word" with him after what just happened. It would probably just make things more awkward. She wouldn't deny her feelings for him, but she knew it was over between them and she just had to get over it. Their little "moment" did not help that. She should've just backed up first chance, then they wouldn't have to deal with "clearing some air."

Dawn turned back to Margot and nodded towards the back door with a "help me" look on her face. She began to walk to the door, taking Margot's arm and practically dragging the poor girl along with her. Once they were finally outside she took a breath. "Oh crap!" she exclaimed, quickly covering her mouth. She didn't usually curse. It wasn't for ladies, as he mother would say. But now was definitely the time for it. "What do I do?" she asked her friend.

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Margot Dupont

Margot caught Dawn's "help" look. "I'll be right back," she told Vincent as she followed her outside, not that she really had a choice, as she was being dragged by Dawn. She wanted to laugh at Dawn's use of "crap". It was something Margot didn't even consider a swear word and it most definitely paled in comparison to what she was saying on stage earlier that night. But, to be fair, Dawn was much more innocent than Margot, especially when it came to language. Now was not the time for her to tease Dawn about her foul language, or lack thereof. Her use of a "swear" was much more telling for the state of mind she was in and Margot was concerned about how she felt.

"Well, what do you want to do?" she asked. This was not a situation with a clear answer, like what dress to wear or if her shoes matched her outfit. Dawn had to go with what she felt was best. While Margot believed Dawn and Pierre suited each other very well and should get back together, it was important to her that Dawn is happy. "I can't tell you how to feel or what to do. I can just help you figure things out for yourself," she clarified. She'd support her friend's decision, no matter what it was. She would even knock some sense into Pierre if she had to. Pierre was a friend, but Dawn was her best friend. What could she say? Girls have to stick together.

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Pierre could not deny her of course, he nodded at her and watched her leave assuming it was to help Margot. However he noted a quickness in Dawn's step and just a glimpse of the look in her face. He had a feeling of worry flood his mind as something about how Dawn left make him feel it was bad for him. He tried to shake the thought from his mind and moved to the bar counter and drank what ever filled glass remained from his bartending. He didnt care what it was as long as it held alcohol to calm himself down. It was whiskey taking down in gulp was a bad idea and he went into slight coughing fit because of it.

As he recovered he took a chance to think of what he was going to say to her properly. He had a good idea before but now that he had the chance it was best to chose his words carefully. It did not seems to work, his mind went blank. The words wouldn't come to his mind, only song kept creeping in time after time. Song was always the way he expressed himself best and one way or another, he had to get what he wanted to say of his chest. This was the best way.

He walked on to the stage, he didnt care what time it was or if there was someone else's turn or if he had an audience. He picked out the record and put in on the player. He than sang, letting it out as it came out. No tricks or dances, just pure song.

 

[Lizy]

Dawn paced a bit as Margot spoke. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do. She didn't expect her friend to tell her what she should do but she was glad to have some support. Even if she couldn't get a simple answer or solution to this problem she still had someone that could help her out. Still, it didn't change the fact that Dawn had no clue what she would do. She wouldn't lie, she absolutely liked Pierre. It was him who broke it off so she decided to keep a fair distance, while remaining friends, and let her feelings fade. It wasn't her fault that tonight he pulled her close, she wanted to just let everything about their relationship pass by and eventually be forgotten.

Even though she would never express it, she felt that the situation wasn't fair on her. She was doing what one should do when a relationship ends, letting it go. She never tried to persue Pierre again. Although he broke it off with no real explanation, he did have the right to end it and she didn't resist that. Now he seemed to be pulling at her heartstrings again and giving mixed messages. She didn't want to get her hopes up that they'd be together again, but there was a glimmer of possibility that Dawn kept trying to push away. She still didn't have a decision on what to do.

"I don't know what to do," she groaned and shook her head. She paused a moment to think. Was this really worth all these feelings? Dawn really wanted to let it go but for some reason she just couldn't bring herself to. She realized that she probably should just see what Pierre had to say and be honest. "I should really just see what he has to say. I'm not going to lie about anything, after all honestly is the best policy," she sighed. She hoped this was the right way to go about this situation.

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Margot frowned at her friend’s distress. “Okay, well I’ll help you figure that out. How do you feel about him?” she asked. She knew that Pierre was the one who ended things without explanation, so she could understand why this was all so confusing to Dawn. She caught their moment earlier and she was reminded how easily they just fit together. She had always wondered why Pierre ended things because he seemed to like Dawn and it’s not like Dawn did anything to Pierre to cause him to end things.

While she didn’t think he would do this, she would honestly fight Pierre if he was leading Dawn on. While Margot was close with both of them, Dawn was her best friend and if she was being honest, ladies had to stick together. Dawn was a sweet girl who deserved nothing but the best and if that was with or without Pierre, Margot would support her completely. She pulled Dawn into a hug. “You should talk to him. Worst case scenario, I’ll make him regret ever messing with someone as sweet and kind as my best friend,” she said sincerely.

She couldn’t see a reason why Pierre would pull her close and look at her the way he did if he didn’t still have feelings for Dawn. However, he must have also ended things for a reason. She’d be just as confused as Dawn is if she were in the same situation. Pierre didn’t strike her as the type to lead someone on, but she’s been fooled before, so she was hopeful that he wasn’t, but prepared if he was. She was here to support her friend and help her figure things out.

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[Lizy]

Dawn bit her lip, deep in thought. She typically just pushed her feelings about the matter aside, trying to forget about them. In truth, she did really like Pierre, which only made it more painful to bring up. If she knew he wanted to be with her again she wouldn't deny her feelings. But knowing that he broke it off, she didn't want to take the risk of further disappointment. "I like him, I really do," she said, "But he broke it off with me. I don't want to be chasing after him when I know he doesn't want me." She sighed. She really wouldn't be certain of what to do until she heard what Pierre had to say.

She took her friend's hug. "Thanks Margot. I don't know what I'd do without you," Dawn smiled at Margot. She knew she was lucky to have a friend as caring and loyal as Margot. It felt nice to know that someone had her back in all this. "I guess I'll go see what he has to say now," she shrugged.

She headed back into the lounge and immediately heard Pierre's voice singing. Dawn smiled, his voice was always soothing. She walked up a bit closer to the stage and tried to make eye contact with Pierre so he'd know she was ready to speak to him.

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