asgardmeridiem | Lux Opening [OPEN]

Who: YOU. This is an OPEN log, heck yeah.
What: Lux's Grand Opening
When: Day 69, all night
Where: Lux, in the Baldr District
Rating: PG-13 to be safe—If the rating goes up in a thread, please let me know!

Welcome to Lux —

It's been under construction for about a month, and anyone in the Baldr district (or who just liked to wander) surely would have noticed the bar's construction. It was only a few days ago that the sign was finally put up—Lux.

Maybe you saw the owner's post on the network and decided to come see. Or maybe you were just walking past and was curious about the crowd of people who had gathered. Regardless, you'll be welcomed into a ritzy bar and lounge. There are some locals mingling about, and jazz is drifting through the air, since the owner is currently playing.

Should you decide to stay, you'll find that the drinks and food are very generously half price for grand opening. Or, if that's not to your taste, then surely the music and crowd will make up for it.

Welcome to Lux, the bar owned by the Devil himself.

quick jump to threads

outside lux ☄ around the bar ☄ general mingling ☄ by the stage ☄ speak with the owner

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[It's true; the bar is one shiny place to look at even without its patrons or waitstaff. While Francis didn't make it habit to bar tend back home, he does know how to entertain and pick out the nervous ones. To ease some of that tension, of course. With a charming grin he leaned on the counter]

Bonsoir, mademoiselle. That depends, though am I right in believing a pretty girl such as yourself would like something sweet?

Well... [ She turns for a moment, gaze sweeping the rest of the bar to see what others have in front of them. But that doesn't tell her much and Francis ends up with a nod. ] I do like sweets! Just - nothing too fattening. Mother really wouldn't like it if I put on even more weight while I'm here.

[How about a rather safe strawberry daiquiri, hm? Sliding it in front of her he tutted]

Ma chere, I know voluptuous women and you are hardly close! She should be ashamed of saying such things to a beautiful girl like yourself.

[Get mother over here. He'll scold her. :|]

Um - well! [ She reaches up with the hand not accepting the drink to toy with her hair, shrugging and laughing a laugh that's just this side of nervous. ] You know how it iiiiis... Gotta - gotta watch out for that cellulite!

[ Not that she knows what this means.

Instead she'll play it safe and lift the cocktail glass to the light, relaxing in wonder at the color. ] Heh. This is really pretty. I've had orange juice but even that wasn't as vibrant. Thank you, sir. For the drink and for being nice. You - didn't have to do either.

[ ...aw he hasn't been around awkward teenagers since he had his hand in raising them. In Rapunzel's quest in the Big World, being adopted by a bartender with a French accent surely is no stranger than dancing about in a song number with surly travelers.

Francis sniffed and gave her another teasing grin, shaking his head.]

Just because I did not have to do either does not mean it is undeserved. Pretty girls should not let their aging mothers try and say anything differently.

[It's who he iiiiis. Anywho, tapping the bar in front of her.]

It tastes like strawberries-- No need to be scared of it.

[ And there's such gratitude in her expression that she feels almost embarrassed by it, but takes to moving the drink to her lips and taking an experimental sip in lieu of any more flustering.

That he's right comes as a strange sort of surprise, and she looks up with a steadily widening grin. ] It does taste like strawberries! Thank you. [ At this point she would have ZERO objections to being adopted by any charming French bartenders. ] What's it called? What are you called? I - guess that should've come first, huh?

[It's been awhile since Francis has received such a look from anyone, let alone a stranger... so maybe that's why he has the horrible urge to be brotherly right now. Oh Fran, reel in your doting urges-- they're very unprofessional.

Yes, Rapunzel. You are getting a surrogate big brother figure. Once he's done with his shift. :T]

See? I am more of a fan of wine, but as I am a walking stereotype I do not expect all to share my tastes. [No literally. He is a walking stereotype. At least he can charm and make a good drink] It's a daiquiri ma cherie. I am glad you like it.

As for me-- and if you must know, I am hardly offended by the order! -- You may call me Francis. [because herpI'macountry is always such a fun conversation to have.]

I do not think I have seen you around, Rapunzel. New to Asgard?

Ah. [ That earns him a giggle, one she smothers with another, longer sip now that she's certain it isn't going to end up tasting like sprouts. She hates sprouts. ] Well I'm - definitely not a long term resident. I can't believe some people have been here for - for months! Since winter? Wow. Oh, but - I was told we don't have months exactly...

[ Which is really quite distressing.

Still she heaves a sigh and rests her cheek in a hand, watching with a new keen interest. ] The wine was good, though. What about that makes you a walking stereotype?

I myself have been here since mid-February so I got to enjoy the last dredges of winter. I was not the first of my companions to be here, either-- though, I hardly noticed they were whisked away to some foreign land if I do say so myself.

[He pauses, watching her for a second before giving a wry smile]

You would find me crazy if I told you the truth. I like you, Rapunzel. Let us not change that, hm? [Plus... it doesn't apply in this place anymore, right? Right. LET HIM BE THE MYSTERIOUS FRENCHY THAT TAKES YOU UNDER HIS WING WITH NO QUESTION. /shot]

[ Oh France darling if only! But the mystery only piques her curiosity further, kindling the part of her that gravitates towards challenges and puzzles and things to investigate. She's an artist, yes. But she is foremost, an investigator.

And... she's stubborn. Often inappropriately so, and at the cost of sounding civilized or polite. So she prods with a soft smile and dropped eyes. ]

No I wouldn't. If you knew - ...what my world was like. You wouldn't say so.

[ Perhaps she's being hypocritical there, not wanting to excavate her own history out of fear that he'd find her odd, strange. Pitiful. She likes this man: his kind voice and lovely face. ]

[Don't... don't look at him like that. All demure and innocent. It's a weakness of his and that, Rapunzel, is playing dirty and the little sound he makes. It's a defeated man, that is. He still has a little resistance, though!]

If I am able to say that I have been alive for thousands of years and only look like a man in his twenties you could always divulge your sordid past, yes?

[Reaching forward to lift her chin up some. Candidly:] Sometimes I creak around like a man of my truly old age-- when the weather is bad. [political climates... rainy days. really, they're the same thing to Francis]

[ She does her best to hold her solemn expression. Really she does. Only -

It doesn't work where his remark does and soon she's bursting into laughter, ducking her head despite the hand at her chin. ] Only then, huh? [ And a smirk - a fond one, though. ] Could've fooled me...

Mm but - honestly? Were...you being serious?

Lux Opening [OPEN]

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