The Dive – Thread 1 (Near the Bar)

[rhiannon_lee]

Rhiannon ordered a domestic beer because it was cheap and leaned against a pillar by the bar, her plastic cup full to spilling. She sipped at the foam. The place was a cave. It had dark ceilings with wooden rafters, a polished concrete floor, a few tables scattered in the vicinity of the bar, and an open space by the stage where a punk band played through the third song in a short set. The walls were covered in stapled flyers advertising everything from upcoming concerts to eyebrow waxing. On one side of the venue, there was an exit leading to a fenced patio where many of the smokers congregated.

Despite its grubby appearance and smell of old beer, Rhiannon liked the Dive because it wasn’t pretentious. It was a true hole in the wall for locals.

She watched a couple of people jumping around and dancing.

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[tiny_dancer81]

"Jesus Christ, make a hole, short person coming through."

Theresa had read about The Dive in the local entertainment rag, and it sounded like the perfect place to hang out and just chill for a few hours. She had a beer in her hand because the bartender had stared blankly when she asked him if he knew how to make a margarita. She couldn't believe they didn't do mixed drinks here.

The vampire made her way along the bar, wiping a foam mustache away from her upper lip with her free hand. She bumped into a taller brunette because she'd been watching the dancers hop around like turpentined cats. Beer slopped out of her plastic cup, narrowly avoiding her shoes.

"Shit." Theresa stepped around the splatter, further into the other woman's eyeline. An icy finger, the same one she'd felt in the stalled elevator, alighted on the back of her pale neck. Fuck, not again.

[tiny_dancer81]

The acceptance of Theresa's offer immediately elevated Rhiannon a notch above Blondie, who probably wouldn't accept a drink of water from her if she was dying of thirst, and she plunked rumpled bills on the bar to pay for two fresh cups of beer. Some of the crowd took to the dance floor as the DJ prepared records. The vampire offered the second cup to the Slayer, wishing for the billionth time that she wasn't so short.

"Men are all right," she said to the other brunette after her first pull. "I don't hate them or anything. But they're kind of..." How to put this politely? "I've tried both genders, and maybe I just picked the wrong guys, but they were kind of self-focused in bed. Women are trickier emotionally, harder to figure out, but most of them are kinder. Most of them."