In honor of this particular night, the bar itself is a barely illuminated dark creation covered in subdued, red sparkles. Despite it being Valentine's, Aequitas wouldn't and doesn't boast the baddest of kitsch decór. The kitsch starts with the band on stage, not knowing quite whether it should keep on playing and extends to the candy red vests the bartenders wear, though at this moment in time, they're nowhere to be seen.
There's a very good explanation for this. Ramon made sure everyone dived for the floor at the first sign of trouble of the crash-boom-bang variety, and is busy ushering everyone to safety further in.
"Fuck it! Terra, get over here! Go, go, go!"
Last one running huddled from behind the bar is Ramon himself, more or less dragging the young human along. "Everyone duck and cover, dammit, what's wrong with you people!"
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Date: 2009-03-25 08:26 pm (UTC)In honor of this particular night, the bar itself is a barely illuminated dark creation covered in subdued, red sparkles. Despite it being Valentine's, Aequitas wouldn't and doesn't boast the baddest of kitsch decór. The kitsch starts with the band on stage, not knowing quite whether it should keep on playing and extends to the candy red vests the bartenders wear, though at this moment in time, they're nowhere to be seen.
There's a very good explanation for this. Ramon made sure everyone dived for the floor at the first sign of trouble of the crash-boom-bang variety, and is busy ushering everyone to safety further in.
"Fuck it! Terra, get over here! Go, go, go!"
Last one running huddled from behind the bar is Ramon himself, more or less dragging the young human along. "Everyone duck and cover, dammit, what's wrong with you people!"