World of Darkness World of Darkness: Attrition - Drink of the Weird [redux]

[Jeremy]

LA Amphora pounded with the sounds of loud activity, both conversation and from the east end, loud music from the Emerald Lounge, the room reserved for UCLA students. They formed the core clientele of the bar, and many were spread into the main bar area, chatting, watching the TVs, and generally carousing.

That section was more like the average bar, with some booths and tables, the bar itself, seats aligned at one end, and smiling bartender Jeremy Noctis at the other end.

His black hair was straight and well-combed and his green eyes sparkled with the same merriment that many of the patrons were experiencing. He complimented, laughed and conversed with them, intentionally stoking their happiness and the fulfillment of their desires for drink. Why not?

Unbeknown to all others in that bar, Jeremy was a changeling. His abduction by the Fae known as Mr. Bigmun led him to a nighttime noir hell, where he worked as a bartender at such a similar establishment...

Jeremy threw that memory away. After he'd gotten out at age twenty-seven, circumstances regarding the regular world having passed only two years ended his hopes of an old life. It had been several months since then, and he had one of the best legal identities possible under this new name. Cal Grenhouser, a fellow captive, had an enscorcelled daddy who'd been very thankful for his son's return.

Rod have demonstrated this by getting him a prim job here, right after Rod bought out the place. Very nice, and the rewards for Jeremy's proving his continuing usefulness would be high.

To him, after all the indignities, it had been best to drop the past as much as possible, and frankly, could his Keeper truly see him if Jeremy didn't show any sign of being that same servant? Not in his mind. And while he was at it, why not extend that cheer to others? In any case he had joined the Spring Court in LA.

So here he was, working happily at the LA Amphora bar, soaking up all the glamour- not that he expended it often -that one could have, happy, making others happy, it was wonderful. Then a crash sounded from the Emerald Lounge, and he scurried off to investigate, and likely, clean up the mess. All in a relaxed manner of course.

The nighttime was his paradise, the words spoke too, was a boon. Because quiet honestly, Jeremy loved secrets, found them useful. The night was his time, because deep down inside, it was the Durance that made it so. He grow used to dealing with the darkness, that it was his solace. He knew no other way than that he had practiced in Arcadia.

But he was as comforted as scared by the dark, and he let the crowded students along a portion of shattered glasses fling the blame with nary anything but satisfaction.