Post by Lady Munin on Oct 21, 2015 19:32:20 GMT -6
A trumpet played to the twilight on Bourbon St, it was a last call of sorts to the performers. Day time in the French Quarter was about to end and Bourbon...Bourbon was about to come to life with its own life and a song of debauchery.
It wasn't quite night time just yet though, and so the musician finished his soulful song. The last note dying just as the various house band began to gear up for a turf war over the night air. Battling to be heard over each other and entice patrons into the bar with hedonistic rhythms.
Munin however was not enticed by the cords and drums that began to pierce the air. She knew exactly where she was going, and never wavered from her path.
She does find herself singing the trumpet players song under her breath.
“Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans…”
She hummed to herself while expertly sidestepping a tourist who attempted to leer at her before turning a bit green. He had obviously started his partying a bit early, and more's the shame for him. Everyone knew that Bourbon gets better as the night progresses.
After waving to the human statue who was heading home for the night Munin slipped through the doors of her destination...The Emporium.
Looking like a mash between a apothecary and blues bar, the Emporium is a huge draw to tourist with its various occult artifacts and herbs for sale. The Emporium boasted more than atmosphere, it was proud to lay claim to a house blues band that was famous throughout New Orleans, and a menue that was on par with the finest restaurant.
As usual the place was already filled with people while the band tuned up. More than a few eyes from the large crowd followed Munin, as she made her way the staircase.
No one could blame them, the exotic beauty made quite a sight in her short black corset style dress with lace trailing from its hem. Her perfectly toned legs were encased in black lace stocking and knee high Doc Martin's. Long black hair with magenta tips flows down her back, and frames her face. Her typically light makeup was replaced with an edgier look that enhances her dark eyes with a smokey greys, and plumped her lips with a tint of red wine.
She paid no mind to the hypnotic effect she had on others, as she had finally reached her destination. The door that she had just knocked on sharply had her full attention.
The sound of a latch could be heard before an eye slot was opened to reveal an ebony face with light brown eyes. The eyes twinkled with mischief as they saw her.
Munin sighed as the eyes silently stared at her.
Munin: Knock knock…
?:Whose there?
Munin: Munin…
?: Munin who?
Munin: Munin who is going to kick Samedi's ass if he doesn't let her through the damn door.
Samedi: Will you use a bat?
Munin: SAM!
Samedi: Fine, fine, there is no need to screech.
The slot closed and the click of an old lock could be heard, before the door was opened.
Samedi: What has your panties in a twist? You just won the T.V. Title you should be barfing sparkles from the joy of it. Wait Are you wearing panties?
Munin rolled her eyes at the taller man's antics, and pushed by to the VIP area. A few familiar faces were already there, and they acknowledged her with a nod.
Samedi relocked the door before following behind her. His white skeleton grin was still firmly in place, a sharp contrast to the darkness of his skin. A perfectly tailored suit hung on his long lean form, and the overhead lights shined on his bald head.
Munin: Yes I have underwear on and yes I am happy. Is your brother around, I needed to talk to him.
Samedi's eyebrows conveyed his skepticism, while he moved behind the bar. Munin took her usual stool and rested her elbows on the polished bar.
Samedi: Lafayette is in the kitchen...You wouldn't be so “happy” because of your little interaction with Alex on Twitter would you? Because if so you know my ears work as well as Lafayette's, and I personally think I make better drinks.
Munin looked at her friend quietly for a moment before nodding her head.
Munin: How did you know?
A snort was his first reply, as he grabbed a small “bucket” and began to build her drink.
Samedi: Ma petite, I do know how to use social media. I am not exactly archaic.
Munin's merely sighed and slumped down into her chair.
Samedi: You let him get under your skin Nin...I saw it.
Munin: So what, he knows how to push my buttons. He has known me long enough to know how..It's not like I care.
Sliding the drink over to here Samedi rest his hands on the bar, and arches an eyebrow that screams skepticism.
Samedi: And I have known you long enough to know when you are lying...You do care, and that's why you are sitting there, turning yourself into miserable lump on my barstool.
Watching her carefully he stirred his concoction of rums and juices together.
Samedi: Why are you punishing yourself for caring? It is only natural that you would, you loved the man for years. It would be unnatural if you didn't care.
Their gazes met over the bar, and Samedi lowered his voice.
Samedi: Just because you care don't mean you are being unfaithful or doing something wrong. Caring is not enough for you to even consider going back to him, but it is enough to make you hurt...for all the things that could have been.
They stared at eachother for a moment, before Munin slowly reached for her drink.
Munin: Since when did you become so smart?
Samedi chuckled, relieved to see her taking his words to heart. His grin returned in full force, as he wiped down his work area.
Samedi: Bitch didn't you know? I'm like an onion, I have layers and depth.
Munin can't help but giggle at his antics. She glanced up at him, while reaching out to steal a cherry from the bar.
Munin: Onions have depth?
She gets a rather intense mock glare for daring to ask such a thing, and for stealing yet another cherry.
Samedi: That's enough sass out of you. Drink your alcohol like a good girl, and tell me how things are going with Jericho.
Munin obediently began to sip her voodoo bucket, but not before sticking her tongue out at him in defiance.
Samedi: Did you tell him you love him yet?
Other regulars chuckle at the sight of Munin choking and then sputtering.
Samedi: I can't tell if that was a yes or no…
Taking pity on her, Samedi hands over a clean hand towel.
Munin: You are trying to kill me. I always thought I was paranoid, but now I know for sure.
Samedi: So that means no? Don't try to deny it hun it's obvious to anyone who really knows you.
Mumbling under her breath Munin took a cautious sip of her drink.
Samedi: Munin, say it loud enough for the rest of the class…
Munin: You are such an ass.
Samedi: Why yes, yes I am.
He pulls the drink away from her, and danced back before she could retaliate with violence.
Munin: Fine, yes I told him but he told me first...No give me back my drink.
Her answer actually surprised him. He had expected them to drag out the torture longer than this, but despite her compliance he wasn't ready to surrender her drink just yet.
Samedi: So...where is he?
Munin: At home in Alaska...he said he had a few things to take care of there.
Her answer made everything make sense. Satisfied he relinquished her drink.
Samedi: Well that explains a lot. You're feeling self conscious and insecure because he left so soon after the confession, and you are distracting yourself by being upset about Alex.
Samedi shook his head with a rueful grin. Munin was the most collected individual he had ever met, but boy once she let something finally get to her she could be a hot mess. He figured she earned it though, and it never lasted long. Honestly he would worry if she didn't have these moments, it wouldn't be healthy.
Samedi: Ma petite, as Eva put it “You may not run from your problems, but you sure can walk fast when you want to.” I think it is a trait you both share…
Munin continued to drink her drink with a small smile at the mention of her “big sister”. That was exactly what Eva would say, and hearing the words made her feel better. Even if they did come from a crazy ex-wrestler voodoo “Doctor” that happened to own one of the most popular bars in New Orleans.
Samedi smiled himself, and began to fix himself a far less complicated drink...a double shot of Blackbeard's Dark rum.
Samedi: Do you really think you have anything to worry about?
Munin was quiet for a moment as she forced herself to sort through the facts and her emotions. Slowly a wide happy smile blossomed on her face and she was able to shake her head in denial.
Munin: No, he loves me. It amazes me, but he does love me.
Samedi: Good, now celebrate your victory love, and worry about your promo tomorrow...you've earned this.
Munin: Thanks Sam...I really missed being home.
With a wide grin Samedi grabbed his top hat from a nearby hook, and doffed it jontly on his head. Then threw out both arms with a boisterous below.
Samedi: OY EVERYONE! FIRST ROUND OF DRINKS ARE ON THE HOUSE IN HONOR OF OUR VERY OWN MUNIN'S VICTORY!
He leaned down as everyone cheered to speak close enough for Munin to hear him.
Samedi: Don't worry about Travis. Memere said to tell you she was keeping him for the night, and to make sure you couldn't drive.
Munin's surprised laughter rang out brightly among the noise.
Munin: Well I'm not about to argue with her, so let's get started. SECOND ROUNDS ON ME!
And they lost themselves in the revelry of the city that was New Orleans.
“Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day
I know I’m not wrong this feeling's gettin' stronger
The longer, I stay away
Miss them moss covered vines the tall sugar pines
Where mockin' birds used to sing
And I'd like to see that lazy Mississippi hurryin' into spring
The moonlight on the bayou a creole tune that fills the air
I dream about magnolias in bloom and I'm wishin' I was there”
Louis Armstrong
It wasn't quite night time just yet though, and so the musician finished his soulful song. The last note dying just as the various house band began to gear up for a turf war over the night air. Battling to be heard over each other and entice patrons into the bar with hedonistic rhythms.
Munin however was not enticed by the cords and drums that began to pierce the air. She knew exactly where she was going, and never wavered from her path.
She does find herself singing the trumpet players song under her breath.
“Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans…”
She hummed to herself while expertly sidestepping a tourist who attempted to leer at her before turning a bit green. He had obviously started his partying a bit early, and more's the shame for him. Everyone knew that Bourbon gets better as the night progresses.
After waving to the human statue who was heading home for the night Munin slipped through the doors of her destination...The Emporium.
Looking like a mash between a apothecary and blues bar, the Emporium is a huge draw to tourist with its various occult artifacts and herbs for sale. The Emporium boasted more than atmosphere, it was proud to lay claim to a house blues band that was famous throughout New Orleans, and a menue that was on par with the finest restaurant.
As usual the place was already filled with people while the band tuned up. More than a few eyes from the large crowd followed Munin, as she made her way the staircase.
No one could blame them, the exotic beauty made quite a sight in her short black corset style dress with lace trailing from its hem. Her perfectly toned legs were encased in black lace stocking and knee high Doc Martin's. Long black hair with magenta tips flows down her back, and frames her face. Her typically light makeup was replaced with an edgier look that enhances her dark eyes with a smokey greys, and plumped her lips with a tint of red wine.
She paid no mind to the hypnotic effect she had on others, as she had finally reached her destination. The door that she had just knocked on sharply had her full attention.
The sound of a latch could be heard before an eye slot was opened to reveal an ebony face with light brown eyes. The eyes twinkled with mischief as they saw her.
Munin sighed as the eyes silently stared at her.
Munin: Knock knock…
?:Whose there?
Munin: Munin…
?: Munin who?
Munin: Munin who is going to kick Samedi's ass if he doesn't let her through the damn door.
Samedi: Will you use a bat?
Munin: SAM!
Samedi: Fine, fine, there is no need to screech.
The slot closed and the click of an old lock could be heard, before the door was opened.
Samedi: What has your panties in a twist? You just won the T.V. Title you should be barfing sparkles from the joy of it. Wait Are you wearing panties?
Munin rolled her eyes at the taller man's antics, and pushed by to the VIP area. A few familiar faces were already there, and they acknowledged her with a nod.
Samedi relocked the door before following behind her. His white skeleton grin was still firmly in place, a sharp contrast to the darkness of his skin. A perfectly tailored suit hung on his long lean form, and the overhead lights shined on his bald head.
Munin: Yes I have underwear on and yes I am happy. Is your brother around, I needed to talk to him.
Samedi's eyebrows conveyed his skepticism, while he moved behind the bar. Munin took her usual stool and rested her elbows on the polished bar.
Samedi: Lafayette is in the kitchen...You wouldn't be so “happy” because of your little interaction with Alex on Twitter would you? Because if so you know my ears work as well as Lafayette's, and I personally think I make better drinks.
Munin looked at her friend quietly for a moment before nodding her head.
Munin: How did you know?
A snort was his first reply, as he grabbed a small “bucket” and began to build her drink.
Samedi: Ma petite, I do know how to use social media. I am not exactly archaic.
Munin's merely sighed and slumped down into her chair.
Samedi: You let him get under your skin Nin...I saw it.
Munin: So what, he knows how to push my buttons. He has known me long enough to know how..It's not like I care.
Sliding the drink over to here Samedi rest his hands on the bar, and arches an eyebrow that screams skepticism.
Samedi: And I have known you long enough to know when you are lying...You do care, and that's why you are sitting there, turning yourself into miserable lump on my barstool.
Watching her carefully he stirred his concoction of rums and juices together.
Samedi: Why are you punishing yourself for caring? It is only natural that you would, you loved the man for years. It would be unnatural if you didn't care.
Their gazes met over the bar, and Samedi lowered his voice.
Samedi: Just because you care don't mean you are being unfaithful or doing something wrong. Caring is not enough for you to even consider going back to him, but it is enough to make you hurt...for all the things that could have been.
They stared at eachother for a moment, before Munin slowly reached for her drink.
Munin: Since when did you become so smart?
Samedi chuckled, relieved to see her taking his words to heart. His grin returned in full force, as he wiped down his work area.
Samedi: Bitch didn't you know? I'm like an onion, I have layers and depth.
Munin can't help but giggle at his antics. She glanced up at him, while reaching out to steal a cherry from the bar.
Munin: Onions have depth?
She gets a rather intense mock glare for daring to ask such a thing, and for stealing yet another cherry.
Samedi: That's enough sass out of you. Drink your alcohol like a good girl, and tell me how things are going with Jericho.
Munin obediently began to sip her voodoo bucket, but not before sticking her tongue out at him in defiance.
Samedi: Did you tell him you love him yet?
Other regulars chuckle at the sight of Munin choking and then sputtering.
Samedi: I can't tell if that was a yes or no…
Taking pity on her, Samedi hands over a clean hand towel.
Munin: You are trying to kill me. I always thought I was paranoid, but now I know for sure.
Samedi: So that means no? Don't try to deny it hun it's obvious to anyone who really knows you.
Mumbling under her breath Munin took a cautious sip of her drink.
Samedi: Munin, say it loud enough for the rest of the class…
Munin: You are such an ass.
Samedi: Why yes, yes I am.
He pulls the drink away from her, and danced back before she could retaliate with violence.
Munin: Fine, yes I told him but he told me first...No give me back my drink.
Her answer actually surprised him. He had expected them to drag out the torture longer than this, but despite her compliance he wasn't ready to surrender her drink just yet.
Samedi: So...where is he?
Munin: At home in Alaska...he said he had a few things to take care of there.
Her answer made everything make sense. Satisfied he relinquished her drink.
Samedi: Well that explains a lot. You're feeling self conscious and insecure because he left so soon after the confession, and you are distracting yourself by being upset about Alex.
Samedi shook his head with a rueful grin. Munin was the most collected individual he had ever met, but boy once she let something finally get to her she could be a hot mess. He figured she earned it though, and it never lasted long. Honestly he would worry if she didn't have these moments, it wouldn't be healthy.
Samedi: Ma petite, as Eva put it “You may not run from your problems, but you sure can walk fast when you want to.” I think it is a trait you both share…
Munin continued to drink her drink with a small smile at the mention of her “big sister”. That was exactly what Eva would say, and hearing the words made her feel better. Even if they did come from a crazy ex-wrestler voodoo “Doctor” that happened to own one of the most popular bars in New Orleans.
Samedi smiled himself, and began to fix himself a far less complicated drink...a double shot of Blackbeard's Dark rum.
Samedi: Do you really think you have anything to worry about?
Munin was quiet for a moment as she forced herself to sort through the facts and her emotions. Slowly a wide happy smile blossomed on her face and she was able to shake her head in denial.
Munin: No, he loves me. It amazes me, but he does love me.
Samedi: Good, now celebrate your victory love, and worry about your promo tomorrow...you've earned this.
Munin: Thanks Sam...I really missed being home.
With a wide grin Samedi grabbed his top hat from a nearby hook, and doffed it jontly on his head. Then threw out both arms with a boisterous below.
Samedi: OY EVERYONE! FIRST ROUND OF DRINKS ARE ON THE HOUSE IN HONOR OF OUR VERY OWN MUNIN'S VICTORY!
He leaned down as everyone cheered to speak close enough for Munin to hear him.
Samedi: Don't worry about Travis. Memere said to tell you she was keeping him for the night, and to make sure you couldn't drive.
Munin's surprised laughter rang out brightly among the noise.
Munin: Well I'm not about to argue with her, so let's get started. SECOND ROUNDS ON ME!
And they lost themselves in the revelry of the city that was New Orleans.
“Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day
I know I’m not wrong this feeling's gettin' stronger
The longer, I stay away
Miss them moss covered vines the tall sugar pines
Where mockin' birds used to sing
And I'd like to see that lazy Mississippi hurryin' into spring
The moonlight on the bayou a creole tune that fills the air
I dream about magnolias in bloom and I'm wishin' I was there”
Louis Armstrong
