Conscientia

[gamemakers]

WHO| Open
WHAT| Night life at the Speakeasy
WHEN| Evenings this week
WHERE| The Speakeasy
WARNINGS/NOTES| Feel free to use this party post style, or however you like if you would like to set any threads here.

The speakeasy was a classy joint. Wood panels, and soft velvet, and usually some kinda of live music, something mellow and easy to relax to. It was big, with low ceilings and with many back rooms, some easy to access, others less so. Easy to get lost in. And it gave off an air of class, of comfort, and being a part of something a little different from the rest. The kinda place where everybody knew your name, and everybody knew to be discreet about it.

It was the perfect place to grab a drink, sit, talk, and relax. No one over heard you, no one got in your business, but everyone was glad to talk if you wanted to find a friendly face. The owner, Conscientia, made her round every now and then, saying hello to her regulars, welcoming those who were new.

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[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Jeez, calm down, that's not what I'm saying, doofus." Howard rolls his eyes and leans back. "We got enough problems without making enemies because I think art school's dumb. I was just saying, like. You have guts."

He shrugs. "Or you're dense. One or the other."

[warbles]

"You weren't saying that," but he stops, calming down. He's on edge, too. Everyone is. "But I do."

A sigh. "...That's it. I'm dense. It was nice meeting you, Howard from California." He slowly rose. "Good luck." He needed to order something from the bar. Probably another soda.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Not really." Howard seems pretty rankled that Blaine took things that way. He's been trying to find common ground, in his own awkward way. He doesn't admit to being bullied to most people. He flattens the can with his shoe and scratches at the table with his fingernail.