Ethan is just coming to a table from the back room, and having a seat. He must have been there for at least a bit, there are several empty plates and glasses.

Balance enters from the street.
Balance has arrived.

Funny thing about adventure and questing... one tends to pick up party members along the way. Kaeldra pushes open the door, leading another girl in by the hand, and holds it open for her company. "/This/ is Steamed and Hammered," she says gently, looking around curiously.

Ethan is just coming to a table from the back room, and having a seat. He must have been there for at least a bit, there are several empty plates and glasses. (repose)

Pan follows in alongside Kaeldra, looking around with curiosity and obvious delight. She reaches out to touch the walls where it's safe to do so, as if testing the reality of them. "Wow! It's very.. uh.. Steampunk! Lots of gears and cogs and ticky bits and other widdermarklings!" She nods to herself. "I can't even really complain about the colors because it all fits so well together! Could maybe use a bit of lacquer, though.." She's clearly referring to some of the woodwork on that last point. "Or at least a good oiling! But I like it! Very rustic. Lovely dovetailing." She's more interested in the architecture than the occupants at the moment, it would seem.

Balance braces the door with one hand so it doesn't shut in his face as it swings back closed, then edges around the women who'd entered prior to him and approaches Ethan at his table. "Figured you guys would want these," he prefaces, then digs into the messenger's bag he has slung over one shoulder and pulls out a small stack of legal-sized envelopes. He passes one over to Ethan, then heads over towards the bar to distribute the rest. Payday, evidently.

<OOC> Kaeldra waits for Ethan!

Ethan indeed looks grateful to see Balance, and grins at him while accepting the envelope. "Thanks man, we would have understood another courier run, y'know..." but let?s him continue on his way. He tucks the envelope in a kilt pocket, still grinning but that kind of drops off of his face looking towards the entrance. He has to shake his head and do a double-take.

Two. Two Sidhe Kinain. No, the fates aren't laughing at anyone, today, but there are still two, even after a double-take. Her gaze follows Balance, as he moves around them, and passes out envelopes. Kaeldra is quiet and respectful, and offers a polite wave to Ethan, a sheepish glance to her company who is oogling the architecture, and back to Ethan again. "Hi." Simple, short, polite, same as she was before. "Is this a bad time?"

Ethan tries not to let his jaw hang open, and somewhat succeeds. It snaps shut with an audible grate of bone on bone. "Depends, both you and Rainbow Brite over there might be too much ComicCon for my brother and me to deal with on an empty stomach."

Balance can't help but twitch a bit at the sight of a grinning Ethan; it doesn't seem to be the grin so much as the sheer amount of teeth it reveals, though. He follows Ethan's gaze towards the door, his dark brown eyes blinking once at what he sees there. He then turns to the bartender and requests, quietly, "A Rosa del Fuego, please. Extra, extra fuego, if you'd be so kind." He gestures to one of the rather expensive-looking bottles of tequila on display. When the bartender starts preparing his drink, he grabs a couple bottles of well liquor and starts pouring them into a pitcher, which he brings over to Ethan at his table.

Pan isn't sheepish at all about her appreciation fo the architecture. She seems to be studying the woodwork for a moment with the trained eye of a professional, before she notices that the two of them are being adressed. She looks down at herself for a moment, then back up and offers a bright smile and a light wave to the very toothy gentleman addressing her. "Oh, hi!" She looks over to Kaeldra for a moment, asking quietly, "Is that him?" Of course it must be him. She steps forward, then, patently unafraid. "Hello! You must be the owner here! It's very impressive." And then something distracts her. "Oh wow, what's a big bite! Did you get in a fight with a shark?" She's looking at Ethan's shoulder, eyes wide.

Ethan's head stays facing Kaeldra and Pan, but his eyes flick to his left shoulder, briefly. Nothing there but his t-shirt. "No. That was a fight with a werewolf. Which practically nobody asks about." But he stands up a little straighter. "And yes, I run the place. Thanks for noticing." Okay, not exactly cordial, but not rude either.

Balance moves over to the Around the Generator.

<FAE>  To fae sight, the redcap is sans shirt and does have scars on display.

Kaeldra doesn't seem to shy away at the teeth, or mention food. Perhaps she faces things down more terrifying than many, many, many rows of teeth and endless hunger, enough that, a Redcap seems welcoming and friendly by her reactions. "I don't want to be rude.. if you two need to eat, by all means, we /can/ come back to pay our respects later. Anything I could bring, was clearly noted as inferior to anything you would make.. so.. I kinda /can't/ bring a gift, until I know you better."

Pan blinks. "Oh wow, really? That must have been a really epic battle! I mean, you won, right? Of course you won. But you've got trophies, too." She indicates the man's chest. "Same fight?" Oh! NOW she looks a little sheepish. "Oh, were you about to eat? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, that was rude of me." She offers a quick curtsey. "Oh, I'm Pan. Dora. Pandora. Nice to meet you."

Balance glances towards the bartender, who shakes their head as the boss goes into another one of his doofy LARPing tales. Then he fishes in his messenger's bag and takes a glasses case out of it, from which he withdraws a pair of Persol sunglasses. Unfolding the temples, he slides the frames onto his face. Eyes now obscured by the smoked black lenses, he muses to his brother, "You should have kept some on hand, so that you could pull out a hairy bit of wolf every now and then and chow down on it, remind people of what you're actually capable of."

<OOC> Balance idles for dinner.
<OOC> Kaeldra says, "is np :)"

Ethan tries to respond, there IS a lot going on. To Kaeldra he says "Yeah, I was not expecting someone to bring food to my restaurant. That did not sit well with me." To Pan he says "Yes, and yes of course. The name is Ethan. Be kind of weird if I had not, everyone else took care of their dance partner. Hell of a fight. And apparently," looking back at Balance, who is quietly drinking "We were just about to drink. Kind of a low key evening, I am assuming... he has not gotten out much, and I am not one to explain it." He frowns at Balance and says towards him "Like there is not some other asshole thinking he can take me trying to get in my face? I'll oblige the fucker!" and sighs. "That is my brother John. He puts up with my informality, as he oughtta get addressed as Sir Balance. But if you two curtesy any more, I am going to contract diabetes."
Ethan mutters under his breath, "Besides, they turn back into humans when they?re dead. Chunk of wolf, pfeh," ruefully shaking his head.

River enters from the street.
River has arrived.

River walks into the club as she listens through mucis supplied through her ear buds and hums as she lively steps in what is almost a dance by itself.
River f .

<OOC> Pan says, "Press F to pay respects!"

Ethan moves over to the Around the Generator.

<FAE> River River is a little shiny for a mortal, not quite kinain shiny, but still for a mortal her banality is low and she just has that Sureal Quality.

<OOC> Ethan says, "actually forgot to sit"

Kaeldra sighs, and nods. "Please excuse my inexperience -- it was meant as a gesture of good will, because delicious things are delicious, it wasn't a comment that your things are NOT delicious. I don't do the whole, meet and greet thing very often, it's not really my /thing/. My Title, is the same as your brother's, though feminized. I don't use it, unless it's required of me." She's still hesitating by the door. "It's your home, your business, and you're king in it. I can come back another time, if you wish it, or not at all."

Pan recognizes when there's a time for etiquette and a time for when to drop it. She actually gives Kaeldra a little jab in the ribs with an elbow. "He just told you to stop the bow and scrape act in so many words, girl! Sheesh! No wonder he kicked you out last time. This is not the venue for chivalrous formality, he just said so, and like you said, his place, his rules." She smiles and holds up a pair of fingers. "We'll have two beers. Whatever you recommend."

Ethan crosses his arms over his chest and says "Well it has been a long time since I hosted a town hall meeting, of a sorts. Those are always fun. And I can't be shooing people out of my place of business, either. That is not smart. But hey, you are trying which is, like 1000% more then some have done in years. So despite the fact that you and your gal pal here look like someone threw Care Bears in a blender and poured the resulting smoothie over a store mannequin, you have yet to actually fuck up. Quelle surpris?." He sighs. "Got a lot of irons in the fire, and you happened to hit two nights when people I care a lot about need me. So." He actually cracks a smile at Pan. "See? There ya go. Hit the bar, we got a new local cider that is awesome, first round is on me. I insist."

<OOC> Pan is apparently the yang to Kaeldra's Yin here.
<OOC> Ethan hehs, Yeah I just cannot be gracious worth a damn, can I?
<OOC> Kaeldra hasn't played Changeling in 20 years. Last time 3 years ago, didn't fly so well. :p
<OOC> Kaeldra says, "Please pose around me, RL is grabbing me >.<"

River offers a wave to Pan and Ethan as she passes by to find a spot at the bar. Not a super familure wave, but aknowledging she has met them both before atleast once. As she pulls up to the bar she smiles and ask "I dont supose you guys got Celtic Crossing?" She then looks to Kaeldra, and well maybe stares a bit to long before she looks away as to not have it turn creepy.
<FAE> River clearly sees Fae means as the fae in the room instantly catches her attention.

Balance gets brought his drink, and a couple of shots of tequila on the side. "Shame. For being so happy to butt in on people's business, you'd think they'd stay hairy and mighty in deathly repose." This seeming non-sequitor must be in relation to something having been mentioned earlier. He downs one of the shots, his lack of wince proof of its superior quality, then raises his cocktail and stares at it through his Persols. "Not that any of them came around to show their fucking respects to my wife."

Simone enters from the street.
Simone has arrived.

Pan oohs as she slides onto a stool. "I haven't had a good cider in a while. I think last time was.. yeah." She nods to herself without finishing the sentence verbally. She also practically drags Kaeldra onto the seat next to her if necessary. "Have a drink! You're not going to get smashed on one cider." She briefly looks at Ethan. "Right? I mean, it's not, like, one-ninety proof 'cider', is it?" Seeing movement out of the corner of her eye, she smiles and offers a bit of a wave to River. "Oh, hi, River! I didn't recognize you with clothes on!"

Ethan winces at Balance's last statement and inhales through his teeth. He says "Yeah, we are gonna drink our feelings now, so... will have to talk more later," and he kind of gestures with his hands that Pan and Kaeldra should perhaps head to the bar as was suggested.

Ethan then throws a wave over at Simone while he sits down next to Balance at the table near the Generator.

<OOC> Kaeldra says, "And yes, Pan. I'm sorry, I got distracted by a phonecall, and didn't read poses correctly. Still on the phone."
<OOC> Pan says, "No worries :P"
<OOC> Pan figured Kaeldra's just frozen with embarrassment

Balance seems to catch a whiff of a familiar perfume, perhaps, and lifts his head and smiles seemingly gratefully (it is a bit hard to tell behind his sunglasses) as Simone Blake graces the little steampunk tavern with her evidently much-needed presence.

Simone steps inside, and spots Ethan's wave. Wherever she was heading, she changes course, moving towards the generator. Her smile is initially bright, but it softens to something worried as she gets closer. "Hey," she greets quietly, once she's within speaking distance.

Ethan pulls a pitcher towards him, apparently that is his glass now, and gestures for Simone to sit.

Ethan pages: Hey, if you get the chance, please @mail me a log of the previous? Mine is not letting me log.
Balance gestures to an empty seat as Simone approaches, though it is next to Ethan rather than next to him that he indicates. "We areleady dealt enough with paps," he explains, as though Simone should know exactly what he refers to.