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 Whiskey on the rocks? blasphemy!, OPEN
MUSHU
THIRTY-TWO
Pyrokinesis
ceo
Pansexual
HE/HIM

played by ALBION9 posts • prefers SHE/HER pronouns
THERE AIN'T NO REST FOR THE
WICKED
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It was a rare night for Jace. The male was alone, Haneul home with his mother who had all but shooed him from his own home in a bid to spend time with her only grandchild. Who was he to deny her such a simple pleasure? To the woman who raised him as her own? He adored the older woman and like his father would give into her every whim. The same went for his baby sister, once he thought it wouldn't cause her any harm that is. He may be a pushover but he was a protective one. If that made any sense.

Now he found himself in one of his old preferred haunts pre his being a single dad days. The bar glinted gold and amber, the beyond count of bottles that lined the back wall set the mood of the whole establishment. The rest of the bar followed suit with soft gold lighting and black to softly contrast. The place reeked luxury though it was more aimed towards the middle class. It was where they went to feel rich, to possibly rub shoulders with some of Manhattan's elite that frequented the place. Jace himself sat at the bar counter a simple but smooth whiskey imported from Ireland that he'd grown fond of. He had a few bottles of it stashed away in his apartment as well. His ex-partner had dragged a much younger Jace with her to Ireland where he promptly fell in love with Redbreast. The twelve-year-old much more appealing to his taste buds over the twenty-one-year-old. It's one of the few things that drew him back to this particular bar, it was one of the few that had it in constant supply year round. For that alone, the small Manhattan bar had earned a firm spot on his favorite's list.

Dotted along the counter where candles and as he sipped away at his whiskey he made the small flame before him dance. Grew it slightly larger or shrunk it down so much. Just enough to entertain himself without drawing too much attention. But that all ground to a halt when another warm body landed in beside him. Lazily he glanced from the candle's flickering form to the face belonging to his new neighbor. They were fairly pretty, he'd give them that but Jace's flirting game was rusty and as Mushu he had no reason to flirt. He never met another dragon male or female. Well, there was the Great Stone Dragon but that fucker was useless. All he was now was a pile of rubble. If the Fa home still stood that is. Such thoughts on only blackened his mood. He quickly finished his glass and ordered another.

He spared his neighbor another look before asking the most cliched bar question in existance.

"What brings you here?"

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Calcifer
twenty-seven
pyrokinesis
chef
pansexual
he/him

played by Moni28 posts • prefers her/she pronouns

and I see fire

and I hope that you remember me

After a long week, what was better than a night out on the town? Especially when he didn’t have to work tomorrow. In a rare gift from his employment, he’d been given two days off in a row. A blessing, honestly. That’s what the ability to sleep in and enjoy doing things at his own pace. No rushing around to try to fit things in around work and sleep. He did what he needed to during the day. The errands that had stacked up all week like the pile of laundry thrown on the floor were all complete. Well, mostly. The clothes were clean but not put away before he left the house. He figured he deserved a drink after this week and all that had been accomplished. It had been a good week. The best he’d had in..well..since life had begun here.

He was familiar with the small bar even though it was outside of his borough. Caleb had visited a few other places outside of Staten Island over the last two years. The nature of his previous jobs called for a little adventuring into the richer areas of New York. One of his coworkers had actually introduced him to this place though. She’d taken him here as a thank you for picking up numerous shifts when she had come down with the flu. It’d been no big deal for him, but she had insisted. Who was he to turn down some fancy drinks? Well, the last thing he should be doing is drinking but who was going to stop him? Nobody. He was an adult, perfectly capable of his own risky decisions. Of course he felt guilty about it but that was a feeling that would soon be washed away by a drink or two.

The guilt was being soothed away by a glass full of Scotch whisky and Drambuie. A rusty nail was the name of the drink he’d come to be quite fond of. It was only the first in his hand for the night and probably not the last. That was yet to be decided. So was his agenda for the night. Would he have a drink or two then return home? Perhaps. His bright blue eyes scanned the entirety of the bar from where he sat on a stool at one end of the counter. Looking for anything that might spark his interest. The other occupants were engulfed in their own conversations or demons that they were nursing with drinks. A couple was definitely doing questioningly inappropriate things to each other as they lurked in the darker area of the building. It earned a scoff of laughter before he continued to search for something else of interest.

Ah. Now that was interesting. To anyone else, it would have appeared nothing out of the ordinary. As a pyro? A fellow holder of the flame? Caleb saw through it with ease and it peaked his interest. Enough that his feet were moving before his mind could form a complete plan. It was the same impulsive behavior that regularly got him into trouble. Without hesitation, Caleb slid into the seat next to the other man. He was attractive – dark hair, almond shaped eyes and a strong jaw. For a moment he watched him out of the corner of his eye. The fact that he was being checked out didn’t slip his notice and it earned the slightest of smirks to tease his lips. Bringing his drink to his lips, Caleb tilted it back to take a drink but paused when the man spoke. The words earned a deep chuckle to vibrate through his throat.

Wow. Cute, but awful game.

”Drinks,” he answered and pointedly held up his glass as if it was the obvious answer. Well, it was. If this guy wanted to play then he was going to have to try just a little harder. Humming as if he was thinking particularly hard about something, Caleb pulled the flames out of all the candles on the counter near them. Snuffed out, the smoke rose up from the wicks and dissipated into the air. He blinked lazily as he swirled the glass around in his hand and watched as the ice moved. Boooring. ”Try again?” He offered, shooting another glance to the man beside him. Would he take chase? Or roll over under Caleb’s insufferable need to play with his food.

JACE KIM, 739, jeans and hoodie


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MUSHU
THIRTY-TWO
Pyrokinesis
ceo
Pansexual
HE/HIM

played by ALBION9 posts • prefers SHE/HER pronouns
THERE AIN'T NO REST FOR THE
WICKED
@CALEB R.BRENTON
In another life, he probably would have gone mambo on this stranger's ass. If he was still purely Mushu that is. It had been a question the male had asked himself numerous times. How much of his personality was from this life and how much from his previous life? He was certainly less crass than his previous carnation. Years of fake smiling and purely political relationships had taught him how to be so. He was still outspoken but just wiser about what he said and to who. His father was quick to curb any unruly words that may have fallen off his tongue.

Enough moping already, it's your one night off dad duty! A voice in his head chided as the handsome man next to him answered him. The CEO winced. He really should have seen that answer coming. Jesus Christ, he was getting rusty. Guess so many years tied down to the same woman who rejected ninety percent of your advances does that to a guy. He really should have seen the divorce coming a mile off. Especially after finding another man in the bed you once shared. But she begged for another chance and you forever the fool gave it.

Now here Jace stood with rusted as hell flirting skills which the other male easily dodged around. Then all the candles went out. His eyebrows raised as he looked around. The redhead had gotten every single one. "Colour me impressed." Jace grinned, already beginning to feel more like himself premarriage. The smile grew wider at the challenge laid out before him. It's like taking candy from a baby. The candles blinked back to life, their soft glow once again lighting the bar.

Jace pulled one of the candles between the pair. He had yet to meet someone with abilities like his own and it filled him with childlike glee. He blew out the one candle before splaying his hand out before him, palm up. There sat a small flame, flickering like a girl's skirt on a windy day. A small jerk of his wrist had the flame bouncing like a rabbit across his skin till it nestled on the wick. "Any more tricks up your sleeve?" He asked intrigued by how much control did this stranger have over their shared element?

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