[OPEN] Maybe not a literal monster mash

[robintohood]

Who: Jason Todd robintohood and you. Also a mingle!
What: Various antics at Descendant Karaoke Bar and Lounge during October
When: Throughout October
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: N/A for now. Will edit if needed.

[There may be some changes to the timeline now but Descendant Karaoke Bar and Lounge is still open for business. There are always people looking to have a good time drinking and blowing off some steam with a good song. It doesn’t matter if they’re ordinary civilians or some of Central City’s more... colorful characters. Just be nice to the bouncers and check your weapons by the entrance first.

To reflect the fall season, Descendant has included seasonal drinks like pumpkin beer, apple cocktails, and spiced maple bourbon.

Meanwhile, some of this month's most popular songs seem to be reflecting Halloween, such as Highway to Hell and Monsters. Or maybe you want to do a more classy number like Witchcraft? Descendant looks like a speakeasy after all. And in a total coincidence, Time Warp has also shown up on the popularity chart.

If you drop by at Descendant on a Coyote Ugly Night, you’ll find the atmosphere considerably wilder and wetter. You might’ve even already seen some of the social media posts and videos of the employees performing. They certainly look like they’re having a good time.

Perhaps you’re coming in during a more normal time. Come by for a drink. Maybe rent a private karaoke room or karaoke on stage in front of others if you’re feeling brave. There are some bar games around too.

You can always just people watch as well. Those who are especially observant might notice that some of Descendant’s customers are a bit... furtive as they keep their heads low or quickly scurry to one of the private rooms.

There’s always the reading room too for those who want a more quiet ambiance.

And then there's the very select few who are allowed upstairs in the attic apartment.

Whatever the case may be, Jason will be around. As Descendant’s owner, he’s a busy guy with plenty he has to do]

((OOC: Jason will be around but feel free to mingle! My contact information is on this journal's profile and I'm in the game's Discord server. Also feel free to contact me with any questions or concerns as well. I also have a feedback post.))

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jason todd (sr) | open

[reneger]

coyote ugly night

( jason has this thing: a need to piss of junior whenever possible, and while he'd offered to help with the bar on occasion before - given he's actually living in central city most the time nowadays, he has more time to burn pissing him off. which means, of course, showing up to work a shift on coyote ugly night in a red crop top that looks like it's a few sizes too small, and dark jeans that are definitely too small. it doesn't fit the wet white t-shirt aesthetic, but clearly standing out works just fine in his favor, too.

and is why he's grinning like an asshole while he takes orders behind the bar, flits around delivering drinks, and starts shit with one of the guys up at the bar who's just asking for a good fight - while he's leaning over the bar on his elbows and showing off what might have been considered too much, but.

considering dick grayson the first also works here, is anything really too much? )

an average tuesday

( he doesn't work-work here. not often, and only when he knows junior's not going to bitch at him for working but will glare daggers into him from a distance. it's a jason todd thing, they've got a system, and it's working as well as they really want it to.

so on any other time he's visiting the bar, it's not as an employee, it's as a relatively grumpy bar-goer, one who settles into a spot at the bar itself with a cheap beer or whiskey in one hand, and a book or his phone in the other.

if someone unfamiliar comes up close, he'll slide a little further away from them, grumbling a low, ) Spot's taken, fuck off.

Coyote Ugly Night...

[robintohood]

[Jason's been allowing his doppelganger to occasionally help out at Descendant during Coyote Ugly Nights because he helps bring in more money. He's certainly good-looking and has no qualms in dancing and rocking wet crop tops. But it doesn't mean Jason likes it. The customers doing double takes while whispering about the "brothers" is easy to tolerate but it's his older self very obviously trying to overshadow him that's getting on Jason's nerves. He sees the extra tight clothes that leave little to the imagination and all the muscles that are getting shown off.

Not to mention all the extra tips he's getting compared to Jason.

Pretending he's going back to the bar for more water, Jason walks over to his older self who might be starting shit with a customer]

Everything cool here?

[He slaps the other man's back perhaps a little too hard for it to be casual]

cw: drug use

[reneger]

( he is absolutely working to overshadow junior.

he doesn't need to. hell, working at the bar isn't necessary one bit - especially considering the amount of cash jason'd inherited just recently. if any of them really needed shit, it wouldn't be any skin off jason's back to hand it out. of course, playing it that way would be significantly less entertaining.

especially when fucking with his mini-me like this is so satisfying.

the slap earns him a grin, jason's head tipping back to look over to junior instead of the asshat he was just talking to. he gives junior a very, very pointed look-over, head to toe, without moving a single step from his half-lean over the bar. )

Oh, sure. Everything's just spiffy. Larry here was just telling all 'bout his wife, who he left doped up at home so he could come an' hang out with the boys.

( did junior think he was starting shit for no reason. )

[robintohood]

[Welp. At least it's well-directed aggressiveness. Jason picks up on the unspoken cues as he pretends to smirk]

You don't say? Well that's a good and loyal customer. We should reward him.

[reneger]

( the grin he throws at junior has just the right amount of visible teeth. jason takes a moment, then pulls himself up to his full height. turns his hips in so he's angled half between junior and larry over there. )

Yeah? Just what I was thinkin'.

[robintohood]

[Jason's smirk remains on his face as he watches his older self shift]

Last I checked, we got something in the back for VIPs like Larry.

[reneger]

Do you?

( head nodding over towards larry, but he keeps his eyes on junior. )

'cause I'd love to lend a hand.

[robintohood]

Sure. Help me bring him over. VIPs deserve escorts.

[Jason starts to walk over towards the back of the building]

[reneger]

( generally, this is where he'd leave shit to junior because this isn't his circus, but, there's a special place in hell reserved for guys like this, and jason's more than willing to be his chauffeur down. larry starts to figure out what's going on and stands himself up, but it's too late for him.

because jason's reaching across the bar and grabbing hold of his shirt. leaning in real close with that same, smarmy grin on his face. he murmurs something soft, too quiet to be heard over the other barsounds, then--lugs him straight over the bar itself.

twists him around until jason can get his arm firmly behind his back, gripping onto his hair with the other to force him to walk himself forward two steps in front of jason. he stutters, starts throwing a fit, starts yelling, but all jason does is throw a wink over his shoulder and saunters his way on after him.

[robintohood]

[Meanwhile, the younger Jason is doing his own confident saunter as he continues walking to the back of the building. Soon enough he reaches the back exit and opens the door. It leads to a dimly lit alleyway near the dumpsters]

There we go. Right where he belongs.

[reneger]

We throwing him in, or are we gonna tear him to pieces first?

( violence is the only language some people understand. )

Since it's your fine establishment an' all.

[robintohood]

[Jason cracks his knuckles and his grin towards Larry grows more malicious]

I always could use a workout.

[Jason punches the man across the jaw]

[reneger]

( beating people up is a great bonding activity. especially while wearing crop tops. junior goes for a hit, and jason's grinning. waits for larry to try and turn around to take off with a sputtered excuse, before he's throwing a punch straight for his gut. )

Ain't much of a workout, is it?

Coyote Ugly Night

[welcome_summer]

[The first thing Mayuko, fresh off a 14-hour flight from Tokyo, hears when she enters the Descendant is something about someone having a brother. When she asks who, the group of tipsy ladies point to the bar. And the man behind the bar. The one looking awfully... Todd-ish. To which Mayuko promptly casts doubt because surely Jason Todd, her friend, would inform her of something as important as a brother showing up.

Or even of having siblings.

Surely.

In any case, she threads her way to the bar to order a beer. They've likely changed the selection to suit the season, since her last visit.]

[reneger]

( they're similar enough; the same facial structure, the same jawline, the way they walk, the tone of their voice--but there's differences, too. brothers may be likely; whereas the jason todd of the descendant bar's still working on gaining muscle done, this jason is near two hundred and thirty pounds of muscle, compacted onto his frame. where the one she's familiar with might have green eyes, this one's are slate blue. and there's the streak of white that falls just over his forehead in loose curls, the easy confidence behind his movements as he struts behind the bar, grinning and making easy conversation with other bargoers.

the same grin, which he throws mayuko's way when he drops his elbows down onto the bar just in front of her, leaning in close. )

You know what you want, or do you want me to try an' figure it out an' drop something fun in front of you?

[welcome_summer]

[She might have been tempted to believe this was a case of aging-up--the added bulk, the white streak that Jason had had during Halloween last year-- if it weren't for his eyes. She notices people's eyes, especially blue ones. Then she chucks that aging hypothesis right out when Jason leans in because that is not a thing that happens, even in performance.

She doesn't step back, only raises her eyebrows and lifts her chin, fingertips of one hand tapping her cheek as she considers the challenge.]

"Something fun?" That does sound interesting... have at it.

[She lets her own accent bleed through. The universal translator has a way of blunting it in everyday speech, but she's just gotten back. The language is still fresh in her mind.]

[reneger]

( the ease at which he falls into flirting with strangers is something jason's already figured out junior hasn't gained yet. he'll get there one day. it's useful for on the field, for when he's really having a grand time fucking with people, and - for when he's manning junior's bar to piss him off by showing off. her accent thickens, and jason's head tips to the side, skin at the corners of his eyes crinkling as his grin only grows.

when he speaks up again, he's intentionally blunting out the translator: ) Omoshiroku shite yaru yo.

( he'll make it interesting. by which he means - he's going across the bar to grab onto a ginger beer, some vodka, gathers a full lime, and apple cider. carefully portions out his liquors, leaves a small bit of the lime on the the edge of the copper small mug after squeezing out the rest of it into it, and adds a stick of cinnamon to it, too.

and brings it right on back over to her, placing it down in front of her hands instead of sliding it across the bar. )

Moscow mule, with seasonal flair.

[welcome_summer]

[That trick isn't something Mayuko would catch right away. She is also capable of it; her head hurts if she bypasses it for too long, speaking intentionally NOT to be understood by her listener. It's a feeling, a remnant of the days in her previous prison when the translator would break and they'd all have to make do with the languages at hand.

She does make note that the swooning bar-butterflies to the side are asking each other what the 'tender has said. Which means it's him, and not the translator helping out. Curious. She got what she asked for before the drink was made, and examines the copper mug and its contents once Jason sets it down.]

A novel addition. As are you. Helping out for the day?

[reneger]

( a regular, then. jason's been around the bar a few times - generally either during these nights or when it's closed for private batmeetings. missing a face that's around often isn't surprising. it feels like she's looking for something in him, which does throw him off a bit. he's used to being examined, watched, but it generally doesn't happen when he's barely dressed and playing it up for the crowd.

ah, well. nothing he can't handle. the smile turns a little more playful, weight leaning in against his forearms on top of the bar as he slouches down, so they're almost at eye level. )

Part of pulling off nights like this is making sure they've got the staff for it, ain't it? I was around, figured I'd lend a hand.

( with an almost suggestive wiggle of his brows. almost, because it's also clear he's just playing around. )

[welcome_summer]

More than a hand, at that. How magnanimous.

[If he's playing the flirt, then she'll go along as she considers him, and how worried about this she should be.

Heightwise, he doesn't have as far to lean. She's no Amazon, but five-foot-eight isn't shabby. The space invasion isn't an issue--she's not going to turn into a fuzzy creature from accidental human contact like some people she knows. Plus if he oversteps, he'll have a faceful of bright barrier in his face. Which would probably trigger a fistful of his "brother"... or whatever... in his face.

She only breaks the speculative eye contact to pick up the mug and to taste the drink. Vodka's not her favorite. However, the other flavors help smooth it out. She sniffs and shakes her head as it goes down.]

Haaa... now that's an autumn drink.

[reneger]

( jason doesn't know her. she's not an enemy, nor someone he's really intending on fucking with - so there's no need to get any closer into her space. he doesn't like it when people get in his, and he does generally keep out of people's personal bubbles unless he's playing with them or they deserve to be fucked over. this is gentle play, easy. so he stays where he's at while she takes a drink, takes in the way her expression shifts. )

When in Rome, right? ( with a snort, before he's pulling himself back up to his full height. ) Not that fond of vodka? I can get you something else.

[welcome_summer]

No, no, it's good! I'll take it, thanks.

[She swirls the cinnamon stick, glancing away from Jason to the knick-knacks behind the bar as he straightens. After staring so hard, might as well show some manners and ask his name.]

Onamae wa?

[reneger]

Mal.

( it's not even close to his real name, but he says it like it is. it rolls off his tongue like it belongs there, like he's been answering to it his entire life.

there's no one else currently waiting on drinks, so he pulls out a glass for himself. fills it halfway with soda from the bar gun, and takes a sip out of it while leaning his hip up against the bar. )

An' yours?

[welcome_summer]

Mayuko.

[The crowd ebbs and flows around the main floor-- when there's no-one on the bar, the regulars go upstairs to watch the main karaoke stage, dance or game. The private karaoke booths see slightly less use; there are a few people who duck into the reading room, for some quiet. They'll come back around when they're thirsty.]

Your kind regards, Mal.

[reneger]

Nice to meet you, Mayuko.

( just because he doesn't use his manners very often doesn't mean he doesn't have them. he just doesn't care for them very much. since it's quieted down a bit, he grabs himself a short glass. takes a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar, and pours two fingers worth into it. )

How often do you come 'round here?