These Dominoes We Kick Over [Ator]

[Leonardo K. Mattias]

The air was cool outside, but within the slim bar it was fairly warm and downright dandy to some who were its more frequent patrons and understood the intricacies of the night life like the back of their hand. Music filled the air, and a few people moved here and there sitting here and there and exchanging pleasantries and lighthearted banter where they could. A man sitting towards the entrance was leaned backwards doing his best to talk to a curly redheaded woman who seemed to be doing her best to ignore him as she made her way around to various tables. Two girls farther off were giggling to themselves as women do. On a far off table, six men sat in a stalemate wherein one nervous laugh broke them all up into a riot of laughter only to fall silent again as each considered the other. Chips smacked the table here and there, and only a few words were spoken before an unforeseen tension filled their table once more.

Farther off in a corner sitting opposite the bartender who was more or less leaning on the shelves of drinks behind herself rather than actually sitting, a dark brown haired man sat learning relaxingly over his drink his fingers bridged together and his chin resting on them. He had yet to touch the drink he had ordered and didn't seem ready to do so at the moment. The woman behind the counter, a stocky blond who knew her way around drinks much more than she knew her way around men suddenly seemed to lean forwards across the bar a ways engaging the man in conversation.

"Leo you big cat, who have you got your claws around this time?" the woman asked smirking at the man almost too comfortably for a general bar setting. She knew him fairly well as he frequented her bar, and by far she counted him as one of her more interesting patrons. He always ordered a drink but almost never touched it. She would watch him talk to people and would find herself amused by his words and behavior. More than that, she was aware of the fact that he was not your average person. He was Leonardo Mattias, a man known in the arms world not for his own name but for his father's. She was sure he had more money than he knew what to do with, and this idea was confirmed by the fact that he always ordered her more expensive drinks but still didn't touch them with a ten foot pole.

Why someone of his stature came around here only meant one thing as far as the bartender was concerned, he was up to no good. Honestly it didn't bother her any if at all what the man did with his nights so long as he didn't start a fight or something of that nature which he never seemed to do anyways. However, he made her wonder sometimes when it came down to it. Not like she actually cared, though. He was just another customer.

A chuckle escaped from her before the woman leaned back and folded her arms. "Actually, I take that back, I don't even want to know," she commented aloud rolling her eyes as she did so. However, just after, she uncrossed her arms and looked wryly at the man as though waiting for him to divulge some intricate plan that she imagined he would come up with. Why she thought so was questionable at best considering he always shrugged off her words in some form or another, never once giving true information despite the many times she had asked.

A soft laugh escaped from the man who had barely touched his drink, and a shake of the head caused locks of free hair to move this way and that haphazardly for a moment. "You torture me, Abigale," the brown haired man chuckled looking back up at the woman with a wry and charming smile placed eloquently upon his lips. "Why would I substitute these hands for claws?" he chuckled a little before shaking his head. "I am just here to have fun as everyone else is," he mused leaning forwards and looking into her sea foam blue eyes. "But tell me, dearest, what are you up to that you feel the need to speak so badly of me?" he asked bemused.

The stocky woman went ridged for only a moment before shaking her head. "And it's comments like that that make ya no fun," she replied back at him shaking her head and folding her arms in front of herself once more.

"Ah forgive me for being dull then," Leon replied smiling a little more. "Next to your radiance I find it hard to match up." A soft laugh was give while the bartender succeeded in turning scarlet. Another soft laugh was given. "I believe you have another customer coming," Leon remarked causing Abigale's gaze to shoot sideways. Sure enough, someone had just entered. Sweeping down the line, she moved off to deal with this new person leaving Leon to fall into silence.

Turning around his chair shortly after that, the brunette looked out into the pub. Brown scrutinizing eyes rushed over everything like a torrent of venom.

[Ator Nixon]

Ator strolled into the pub. The lights were dim as usual and people seemed to be going about their own business. He looked around at the people sitting. A group of guys, a table of girls.. a couple.. a loner. People scattered around, doing nothing. He looked at the bar. Not the usual bartender He thought, taking a few steps closer to the bar.

A woman approached him. "Ator, you never called me!" It was all he could make out before a hard slap landed on his cheek, turning his head to the side. Well... damn.... "Lucy... yeah... well... I deserved that one. Why don't you..." He was cut off by a sweet kiss being planted on his lips. The small girl looked up at him, apologetically.

Ator pulled his phone out of his pocket. The girl took it immediately, programming her number into it. He looked down at her small frame and the random curls of blonde hair that was falling loose from her bun. He could see it in her face that she had been drinking for a while. Waiting for someone maybe?

The girl looked up at him again, smiling a little, handing him back his phone. She kissed him again before walking away toward a table full of other women. The hell just happened? He thought. Shaking his head, Ator walked toward the bar again. He slid into a chair, leaning on the counter top. He looked down the bar to see the heavy set bar tender talking to another man. He could smell the different scents of the bar. Werewolf, Vampire, humans. He looked at another person at the bar, a brunette. She seemed to be hammered out of her mind.

Some people don't know when to stop I guess... He thought, waving over to the bartender. "Ayye, 'bigale. I've been wai'in 'ere foreva. Come fill me flask." He watched as the woman walked up to him. "What can I do ya for"" She said, placing a hand on her hip as her words fell off her tongue in a rich Scottish accent. "Tavern special... ye don't normally work nights. What happened to Jones? He ill? Who's that man, 'here at the end of tha bar?"

"Ya full of questions tonight, eh, Ator?" She handed him his flask, now full of whiskey. Ator opened the lid again and took a swig, closing his eyes and savoring the flavor of his favorite drink. He looked down the bar again as the bartender walked back to her friend with the dark hair. He eyed the man carefully, unsure of his presence. He hadn't touched his draft in front of him and it looked warm.

Ator shook his head and got out of his seat, walking down to the man. Better figure out who is sooner than later...

"I haven't seen yer around before... ya new here?" He asked, sitting down beside the man, winking at the bartender who seemed unimpressed.

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WEARING * clothinngggggg
TAG * Leonardo Kevin Mattias (Sojehhhh)
WORDS * 545
LYRICS * Breaking Benjamin
NOTES * So, he's gotta share his pub now... lol
CREDITS * ROZZ @ CAUTION!

[Leonardo K. Mattias]

Leon's eyes scaled over the various people with nothing more than increased skepticism. They were none of the people he was looking, but they would probably come on their own time, he supposed. He had scheduled no meeting, after all. After a moment, brown eyes flashed back to the man walking into the pub. The voice of the woman was crisp and clear, and Leon found himself mentally sighing as he gathered the situation. It was uninteresting, really. Women did things. Men did things, but it wasn't something he could hold anyone to when it came down to it. A soft chuckle escaped from Leon. He wasn't even working at the moment.

Shutting his eyes, the werewolf took in the sense of speech that had transpired between Abigale and the man apparently called Ator. A quick scan of mental files, and Leon found himself without luck as to who the man was. It didn't matter much anyways, he supposed; it was just another bar goer. As Abigale returned, Leon looked sideways at her, and she gave a rough smirk. "Still not gonna drink yer drink, Leo?" she asked. Leon just gave a brief laugh in response.

As the man moved, Leon's eyes caught sight of him easily enough. A questioning eyebrow raised briefly before lowering again as he was addressed. Shifting around more, Leon looked fully at the man called Ator waiting for some sort of explanation as to why he was being acknowledged as he was. A bemused expression set itself upon those pressed lips as the man questioned if he was new or not. A shake of the head was given. "More infrequent than new," he remarked.

"Leonardo, though most call me Leon," was the simple introduction that was given as Leon extended his hand forwards in a more courteous handshake as was custom to him. It was already on a first name basis, something that Leon only did in certain circumstances as it were. In truth, it was mostly because he didn't want to be recognized full as a Mattias right off. It would do somewhat bad for his public eye for a son of a gun company owner to be sitting around in a common bar as the scrutinizing werewolf thought anyways.

Whether Ator took it or not didn't truly matter to him, and if the man refused, he would just lower his hand again. If it was taken, he would give the customary grip shake before releasing again and turning back to his drink once more. It was a gesture that was more common place elsewhere anyways.

"Leo comes and goes every which way," Abigale remarked after a moment before appearing suddenly distracted by yet another person who had entered. Starting down the bar again, the woman walked with her easy strength all the way there. Watching her go, Leo tracked her steps and found himself looking down the line. Who entered was not of interest, and Leo had to hold back a sigh. Would such a person even come tonight? Maybe it was better to go home rather than anything else. But he couldn't do that right yet now could he.