[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.))

Comments

[reneger]

( midnighter's got a few singles up between his fingers, which is excuse enough for jason to drop his ass down onto the bar just in front of him and lean in real close, hand reaching to take the cash but that's not what he's really going in for. instead, he's tilting his head in towards mid while keeping close, a downright feral grin on his lips. )

That kid that you went to hang out with earlier? You know the one. He's my responsibility here, so don't pull any of your bullshit.

( purposefully unspecific, because jason might know who midnighter is, but he doesn't know him that well. he's fine with cullen, he's probably fine with dick. except dick is as chaotic as they come, and is likely to get himself into shit with midnighter just for fun. midnighter's not the risk factor, dick is. )

[fightcoded]

[ The computer in his brain warns him of the probability of a threat, and the possibility of a fight. Both avenues incredibly hot as one of Batman's well-trained birds crowds his personal space in little but a damp red crop top and little shorts. He may not have his older brother's ass, but those tits are second to none. ]

What bullshit is that, Red?

[reneger]

( he doesn't have dick grayson's ass™, but jason knows damn well what he does have: a bad attitude and just enough appeal to make it work for him when he wants it to. midnighter's super computer brain doesn't go unnoted, but he's not aiming for a fistfight right now. he's all danger, built for battle and ready to throw hands - and while jason's body language is damn near always reading as itching for a fight, he's careful to keep himself more--lax.

jason's sliding forward a little on the bar, so his thighs frame midnighter where he's sitting, and he's--reaching over for the maple bourbon. keeps his eyes focused on mid's. )

You heard me, slick. Don't fuck with my kid.

[fightcoded]

[ Midnighter doesn't stop him. If he wishes to take his one drink as collateral damage for this threat, he'll allow it. The current show is more than worth it. But it could be better. Just what is the right lock combination to get those thighs like a vice around his reinforced neck? ]

A protective dad. [ Five to the left. ] That's definitely a stamp on my kink bingo card. [ Ten to the right. And now to listen closely for every tooth he twists next. His big hands settle on the top of Jason's thighs like a sleazy strip club drunk, body rising higher from the stool until Midnighter's practically nose to nose with the guy. ]

[reneger]

( a protective dad, he says, and jason's brow--twitches. twitches again when kink bingo slips out of his stupid shit mouth, but it's only for a moment, before his expression smooths back over into the easy, smarmy grin. small ticks most wouldn't be able to catch onto, but ones jason catches himself doing and knows damn well midnighter's - well, himself, and'll catch it. it just pisses him off more.

hands press against his thighs and he's up on his feet, which is too close, but he's expecting it now. the grin's still there, it only grows wider, but jason's also - tensing up. his shoulders go tight, muscle under midnighter's hands twitching. his head tips back, until their noses do touch, )

Sorry, sweetheart. I ain't that easy.

( and then the grin's gone, twisting into something closer to a snarl as jason wraps thighs around midnighter's waist and throws himself down so his back is pressed against the bar, pulling midnighter along with him to try and toss him straight over the bar into the liquor behind it.

sorry not sorry, junior. )

[fightcoded]

[ Millions of possibilities, velocity calculations, trajectories, and then statistical output all tell him what Jason's next moves are likely to be. And he lets it happen. Call it masochism, call it curiosity, but he doesn't defend himself. He's hoping likelihood will surprise him and he'd get those thighs around his neck.

Too bad statistical probability is almost never wrong.

The loud crash of glass shuts up whomever had been singing on their karaoke stage. The body that went flying into them, though, doesn't stand back up. In fact, nothing moves behind the counter because nothing is there. Midnighter is gone until a Door opens up on the bar counter and a steel-toed boot comes stomping down where Jason's still crouched. ]

[reneger]

( he knows midnighter could have, easily, known exactly what jason was going for and stopped it. or at least, jason's assuming so. super computer fight brain, blah blah blah, and jason wasn't working to be particularly stealthy about his next move. mostly because he wasn't going to make it until he did, and he didn't stop to consider that midnighter is--well himself.

and isn't behind the bar when jason's moving to try and right himself back up now that he'd essentially flipped midnighter over himself. he's given a split second to recognize the missing body in the mess before there's a boot coming at him, and he's rolling across the bar to try and get away from it. if they weren't mid-fight, he'd recognize that this is a real bad move: he's not geared up, his face is visible, they're in a bar that's known as junior's with his siblings as known employees, and midnighter's not bothering to hide his abilities. too late for regrets now.

so he reaches for a beer bottle instead. )