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He'd been working on the book since just after he'd lost his vision, and after a few re-writes and a lot of changes in his life, it was finally finished, and there was finally a release date and cover art.  On May 17th Fin's book, The Rough Spark would be released, with a short book tour that would follow. 

Tonight, however, was just about celebrating its completion and the impending printing, and Finlay had rented a large hall and invited all his friends, and his friends friends, to come and celebrate- And hopefully get the word out.

A large poster hung on the back wall, displaying the cover art they'd finally settled on. It wasn't flashy, but Fin felt it was a good fit, a single shattered light bulb with one tiny ember still burning inside. The party had a dark industrial feel to it's décor, but like any celebration it was also full of food, music, and drink.

(OTA. It's Fin's party, but treat it as you would any GP! Also, feel free to assume your pup received an invitation somehow, either via a friend or from fin himself.)
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With some time to let it all settle, Kersen was pretty glad to not be the vampire queen of London. Though he wasn't sure exactly how things would shake out with Eric Northman in charge such as it was, for right now he was just content to try to let some things go back to normal. And back to normal meant trying not to look over his shoulder, for a while. It meant going back to just running his bar. And sometimes, it meant being a performer first and a vampire second.

He went full pinup that night, a blood red pencil dress with a black scarf knotted at his neck, fishnet stockings and red pumps, dark wig styled in careful pin curls. Red lips, dark eyes; bare, tattooed arms. He was a not-giving-a-fuck kind of girl tonight, and it gave him an idea for something to sing. Well, and having seen something from American telly online recently.

He even came out holding a stack of bar menus like they were textbooks.

"There are worse things I could do, than go with a boy or two..."

It was fun, a sitting on the piano kind of song, and he liked showing off that he actually had pipes. He didn't really lip sync anymore, unless he was at an actual drag show. It had been kind of fun in the 90s though, he'd even dressed like Cher once or twice...

"I don't steal and I don't lie, but I can feel, and I can cry..."

Rizzo, though, now there was a woman who deserved a tribute.

He had barely finished singing, handing the piano back over to the pianist who started playing some Sinatra, when he spotted something he hoped he wouldn't be seeing anymore. A vampire leaning over a human, a stare that was all too familiar. Kersen walked over calmly, grabbed the vampire by the arm, and said, "No glamours in my bar."

The vampire looked like he was about to argue, then thought better of it. Maybe partly because Kersen's grip on his arm was getting progressively harder. "My mistake." When Kersen's grip loosened, he threw some money on the bar and walked away.

Kersen smiled at the human woman, who seemed to be shaking herself out of a daze. "Bad sort," he said kindly. "Drink's on me."

Then he turned back around and looked out at the rest of the bar, hoping there wouldn't be anymore trouble tonight.
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A girl couldn’t rely on regular customers forever, especially not a girl like Angelique. She was a novelty, she knew. A fetish, even. Not a long-term sort of mistress, but a way to scratch a very, very particular itch.

That suited her quite fine. She got bored with them well before they got bored with her.

Case in point: walking through one of the city parks on a drab London Saturday, Angelique made a splash in a cinched-waist long pink coat and black leather boots, a bold flower on a gray day. Her unique style, Victorian-expired with modern tailoring, made her memorable -- especially to people she would rather forget. A small group of young men were gathered around a park bench not far ahead, talking and laughing loudly, and Angelique recognized them from a recent stag party who hadn't been entirely happy with her services.

With a burst of nervous energy, Angelique quickened her click-heel steps and swept up to the side of the nearest convenient person. "Be a dear and pretend like you know me for the next ten minutes," she requested, dark eyes glinting with mischief over a barely-suppressed little smile.

*******


A girl like Angelique couldn’t drum up new business just anywhere, nevermind the fact that her primary profession was actually illegal. She had to be careful about where and when she gave out her card. Bars here and there in the LGBTQ-friendly parts of the city were welcoming enough, but she had to work at it. That meant a lot of drinks, a lot of flirting, and a lot of strolling the pavement in ridiculously high-heeled boots.

She was tragically exhausted by the time she found a high-backed seat at the bar of a trendy hot spot popular with the queer community, later that night. Her day had been exhausting, and she deserved a drink. Just sitting down in her dress and corset in this club was like a neon Open for Business sign,which was exactly what Angelique wanted. She ordered herself a strong martini, crossed her ankles in ladylike fashion, and waited to be approached. They would come to her, sooner or later.

((OOC: either at the park or later at the club, Angelique wants to meet you!))

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