Hearts & Diamonds

[Mister J]

Hearts & Diamonds​

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Bars all over claim a speakeasy history, but Hearts & Diamonds is one of the few that still feels like one. For access to this ersatz speakeasy, look for a sign that reads THE LIL HARLEQUIN TOY COMPANY. Pass through the gate, and walk down an inconspicuous set of steps to an alley, past the fire exits of adjacent buildings, and up another short flight to an unmarked door. A subtle knock will get you in. Beyond the intimidating threshold lies a lush and ornate bi-level space bedecked in velvet-brocade wallpaper, crystal chandeliers, and a shiny molded-tin ceiling. Tucked away on the lower level is a gleaming bar. Cocktails are poured into teacups, and bottled beer is brown-bagged before being served. A trick bookcase leads to a hidden back room, a VIP-only lounge.


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Welcome to my club. This place is near and dear to my heart so treat it with respect... and respect, in turn, will be shown to you. All are welcome to enjoy a drink and/or some good company. So take a stool, order up, and enjoy your stay.

Regards,
Mr. J

This is really yet another hang-out thread. Some light RP expected. The back room is invite only. Thank you.​

 

[Mister J]

*He strolls past the seats in the upper lounge, letting his hand glide over the backs before he takes the few short steps down to the bar on the lower level. Everything seems to be in order so he moves around to the back and fixes himself a little drink in celebration. A bit of rum is poured into a tea cup, as is tradition. He smiles down at the white porcelain cup and then leans on the bartop, looking across the room towards the entrance.*

Happy birthday to me.

*With a nod, he finally takes a sip and then lets out a relieved sigh.*

 

[Mephistophelily]

*catches sight of these curious little signs, following them on the treasure hunt path of up and down and all around to the heavy, uninteresting door... but a hand raises, deep red nails curling into her palm to tap against the door-*

Skunk-inna-barnyard...

*a laugh as the door creaks open, only to abruptly stop upon her own entry.*

Oooh. Swaaan-ky.
I think I may be dressed poorly...

*wanders to the bar, still awing over the place before smiling to the man in charge*

I like it, puddin'. Definitely... You.

 

[yeishia]

Slips in on silent feet and slides a birthday cake across the bar towards its owner, not wanting to intrude on their time together she leaves as quietly as she had arrived.

 

[Mister J]

*Smiles at the new, but oh so familiar voice and sets his cup down*

Glad you like it... I had some... inspiration. A muse of sorts...

*A smirk and then a surprised smile as the cake is carefully slid down to him. He stops it with his hand and takes a bit of the frosting on the tip of his finger. Tasting it, his smirk grows wider. He'll have to thank the illusive sender later, perhaps a drink. His thoughts bring him back to his gal, standing before him at the bar.*

So, how about a drink?

*A quick hand drops a napkin on the bartop as he reaches under the bar for a small teacup. He pours a bit of what he had, a flavorful rum of which the label had been worn off some time ago. He pours the amber fluid into the white cup and smiles, pushing it closer to her.*

Cheers.

*He lifts his glass, waiting for her*

 

[Mephistophelily]

S'that so? Hmm... *smiles, glancing over to the delivered cake, smirking still as he samples*
That sweet tooth.... Remember what happened with the cookies, mister.

*perks at the mention of a drink*
Ooh, yes, please. I'd love one...
*watches as he pulls out his secret stash, happily taking the cup offered and holding it out to his*
Happy birthday and upcoming new year, Puddin'. Hope both are good to you.

 

[Mister J]

*A playful roll of his eyes about the cookies before he clinks the glass to hers, winking over the white rim. After a long sip, he sets the cup down and smiles across the bar at her. For some crazy reason, he was just all smiles today.*

And a crazy New Year to you, tiger. Thanks again, for everything.

 

[Mephistophelily]

*grins over her own cup*
You're welcome, mister.
Ooh! I almost forgot! With the whole theme of your place, these jeans just ain't cuttin' it... One sec!


*hops off the stool, starting to move one way, then the other, finally spotting the restroom*
Haaa!
*darts for it, taking a few minutes...
...coming back in what she deems better suited*

*plops back in her seat, swinging one heeled foot idly and picking up her cup*

 

[Mister J]

*Slowly lifting the cup for a sip, he spies her walking back towards him in something more comfortable. His eyes slowly widen with every step she makes and as she takes her seat, he downs the rest of the rum.*

Umm... wow... ahem... heh.

*He clears his throat awkwardly, straightening out his own outfit for no reason at all. He adjusts his collar and straightens his vest before giving his tie a light tug.*

You look... dazzling.

*His smirk grows wider as his eyes subtly grace her exposed figure*

 

[Mephistophelily]

Thanks, puddin'... *offers her cup with a slight pout*
May I have some more?

*raises a brow while smirking*
What's up, hun? Look a little warm yourself. You start without me? *taps the cup with her fingertips to emphasize this* Maybe you should shed some suit, mister.

*leans up over the bar, touching his tie*
Though I do looove a suit.

 

[Mister J]

That so? I had no idea...

*Smirks and pours her a bit more, watching as she holds firmly onto his tie*

Why don't you help me with this pesky tie eh?

 

[Mephistophelily]

*nods, fingers already working on undoing the knot- a damned good one, she notes... Yup, his own handiwork.... Giving it a little tug, not quite loose enough to just undo itself with that- but providing a handhold to bring him closer, kissing him firmly, tasting the alcohol on his lips as her tongue presses against them*

...oops, not helping...
*anothet smile, her forehead resting against his a moment, humming a little song stuck in her head the last few days as she still plays with the silk*
Your knots, mister. I never can get through them...

 

[Mister J]

*chuckles softly*

That's the point, tiger.

*Lifts his hands up, setting them over hers a moment before he helps pull the knot free. A bit of a satisfied smug grin comes over his face as he lets his hands fall to her waist. She'd fall over if she wasn't careful.*

I think I should show you something...

 

[Mephistophelily]

*his hands are so warm... She'd missed them, even just the helping touch reminding her of this. Guiding tugs and pulls, finally ending with a strap of silk loosely hanging about his neck and his hands now on her waist.*

I know...

*...the shiver was back too.*

Something to show me? What's that?
*can't help it, have to hug him... Her head buries against his chest for a moment, then smiles up at him*
A surprise? I love your surprises...

 

[Mister J]

Heh, well less of a surprise and more of "show and tell".

*He smirks and walks around to the other side of the bar, making sure to not let go of her hand as he moved around to her side. Carefully, he leads her up the short flight of stairs to the second level and past the chairs and the fireplace to the bookcase on the far corner.*

Here we are...

*A slight smirk as he reaches forward and tips one of the books. Suddenly the whole bookshelf slides away from them to reveal a hidden passage.*

Follow me...

 

[Mephistophelily]

*wanders in, a big brown box in her hands that she opens on the counter and leaves with a note*

I feel much better now... Thanks for all your help, Puddin'.

*Inside, a dozen red velvet and devil's food marbled cupcakes, topped with dark chocolate frosting and little red heart sprinkles, nestled between red tissue paper*

Hee.

*Debates leaving, but chooses to explore his place a bit. It's fun to be nosey.*

 

[Mister J]

*Steps back in from the hidden room and smirks with surprise*

Well, hello there... and what do we have here?

*Walks over to the bar and peeks inside the box. His eyes light up as he reaches in for one and takes a bite*

Mmm... delicious. Thanks, tiger.

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Peeks over the back of one of the couches, grinning*
You're welcome, hun.

*Points at his lip*
You, ah. Got somethin'.

 

[Mister J]

Oh?

*He looks down and then smirks*

Well, I might need a hand with that.

*Takes a few steps up the short flight of stairs and over to the couches.*

 

[Mephistophelily]

I can be helpful.
*Slips off the couch, meeting him halfway and starting to trace it off with her finger*
Oh dear.
*Shrugs, shaking her head*
I think the red hearts are too heavy on the dye.... Hmm...

*Kisses him instead, running her tongue against his upper lip*

 

[Mister J]

*Smirks into the kiss and lets his hands rise up to her hips.*

Such a great helper. Don't know what I'd do without ya.

 

[Mephistophelily]

...Be a frosting-coated mess?
*Smiles again, rocking into his hands and wrapping her arms about his shoulders*

 

[Mister J]

*shakes his head*

Ain't that the truth of it?

*Kisses her forehead as his hand runs up and down her side softly*

 

[Mephistophelily]

*buries her head against his chest after the kiss on her forehead, shrugging a little*
Hey, that's okay.
Gives me something to do... Not like I dislike doing it.

It's snowing again. Hmm.... A blizzard, stuck with Puddin'. Just... a terrible thought, ain't it?

 

[Mister J]

*chuckles*

Ohhhh noooo.. whatever will we doooo?

*Lets his thumb run along the rim of her pants playfully*