Randy ported around the bar lighting candles on the tables. It had taken longer to get the place up and running that he had planned, but hey, that's life. Not that the delays had surprised him. Randy knew all the ins and outs of business management so obviously there would be setbacks, mistakes and problems to deal with when you tried starting one yourself. Hard work and persistence paid off though and now, a few months after the sale, Looking Glass was ready for opening night.

Looking Glass, the whole place had a Lewis Carol vibe to it but it was kept nice and subtle. Randy thought the front door reminded him more of a Rabbit hole, however that sounded like something in the red light district. Defiantly the wrong name to use, so the second book took the naming spot on the sign.

A few early bird had shown up already. Not that it mattered. The band was finishing up there practice song and Randy was of course starting to nit pic over details that weren't perfect. First impressions where important. He needed this place to succeed, enough to pay back the bank if nothing else.

>> "Hey boss, you're gonna start a fire if you keep jumping around with those candles."

Randy looked over to his bartender, smart, efficient, direct. Randy already knew he was going to make him a manager after business got steady. "Alright, I'll get the last few and then let you calm down." Doing just that he then picked up the old chalk board sign he had stashed behind the host stand. He wasn't sure who did the letter work but it was a pretty decent job. Propping the door open Randy climbed the steps that lead down to his bar and set the sign up along the sidewalk. With the street lamps on the other side he realized just how good an idea it had been to install the entry light over head. He grinned looking at the sign one last time before porting back inside to the host stand.

Looking Glass Grand Opening!!! Live Jazz! Step on Down!!!

Emily enjoyed going to grand openings. She wanted small businesses to succeed, so she tried her best to support them. Emily wanted to arrive before the crowd. She wasn’t the only New Yorker who enjoyed openings. Everyone wanted to try the newest, hippest establishment. Emily hoped this place would deliver.

The décor was spot on. It was subtle but saw the ties between everything inside and the name of the bar. Everything from the light fixtures to the napkins fit into the theme. There were very few others in the bar. She decided to sit in a corner booth and watch the other patrons mingle in. Before she sat down, she went to the bar and ordered a bottle of apple ale. It was perfect for the coming autumn. Not that she could enjoy it. As she always did, she would put the bottle to her lips and nothing more.

The corner booth allowed her to see pretty much the whole establishment. She liked that.

The feline mutant wasn't normally much of a social creature, but there were things that Sara was trying to change about herself. Only time would tell if she ever actually succeeded. So there was a new establishment that Sara had seen an add for and she decided to check it out.

With Sara's black leather jacket's collar pulled forward around her face, Sara stood just outside the door for a few moments. The jacket left open to show a gold locket that's chain disappeared between the strands of her fur around her neck and a deep red top. From the outside, the place looked decent enough, and she could already hear the Jazz music along with the buzz of patrons whom had already entered. Her right ear twitching and her tail flicking at it's tip were the only signs that she had any social anxiety about entering.

There was one last question that she wanted answered before she hung around too long and when she entered the door way, she approached the host. Her amber eyes lingering on his for a moment to try to read his expression when he saw her. "Are you mutant friendly?" Sara wouldn't give a red cent or a rat's tail side to a place that wasn't.

Patrons drifted in slowly. The night was still a bit early, things would pick up in an hour or so. Randy greeted everyone happily and casually waved them in. So far all but two of them looked old enough and he trusted the bartenders judgment in carding the rest. Still Randy had a small pack of wrist bands in case of obvious minors.

One woman in particular caught his eye. She looked a bit pale, but that wasn't what made her stand out to him. She took the back corner booth and was alone. If she had sat at the bar, he wouldn't have noticed her much, but sitting alone at a corner table meant she was a people watcher. He made a mental note to visit her specifically as the night went on. Maybe she did reviews on YELP. That would be something. Turning his attention back to the door Randy found himself drawn into a pair of amber eyes.

>> "Are you mutant friendly?"

An important question, especially after the riots over the police attacks a while back. The woman before him was a lion among men, literally. Definitely someone who could handle herself but still, he could tell that she would not be welcome in some other places in the city. "Yes, otherwise I'd have to fire myself." He chuckled thinking about writing himself a pink slip. "However even the queen of the Jungle needs to show ID. For legal reasons."

It was one of those days where Danny was unimaginably bored. There were more of these days than not, sadly. But he had found something to tamp down the boredom for now - a grand opening of a bar of some sort. But the sign did say that it was a jazz bar, which was fine in Danny's book.

The first thing he saw was a cat-lady of some sort, which was interesting. And new, at the very least. Her question did catch his attention, though, for obvious reasons.

"Are you mutant friendly?"

He turned slightly, facing the direction of the man who seemed to run the bar and the cat woman, very interested in the response. It wasn't like it would affect him that much, considering that unlike most, he could and usually did easily pose as a human. The one problem was that he really did look underage - in his teens, in fact, which was a huge problem, considering that he always wanted to try the drinks at new bars.

"Yes, otherwise I'd have to fire myself." Okay. Good so far. "However even the queen of the Jungle needs to show ID. For legal reasons."

Well, crap.

Technically, Danny didn't exist, considering he was 250+ years old. So he didn't have an ID. His solution? He started to inch his way past the two, trying to seem as unobtrusive as possible. The owner may also be a mutant, and openly one at that, but Danny still preferred to lay under the radar whenever possible.

(I’m sorry for the delays. No reliable internet access and work was eating my soul. I even picked up a few more days.)

Sara gave a nod to the man’s first response. So he was a mutant as well? It made her feel a little more comfortable. Less on edge and on guard like she normally was. But the next thing that he had to say put a feline frown across her lips and she turned her head just in time to see someone who didn’t look like they had the right type of ID either try to sneak past her tail. So Naturally she stepped backwards into his path. Though the movement would just look like she was taking a step backwards… An annoyingly well timed step backwards. Her tail swung up like a toll booth door as well just to make more of a nuisance of herself.

“I’ve never had an ID” Sara said with a shrug. “But Alcohol does nothing for me anyways.”

Emily took another fake sip of her drink. The place was slowly starting to fill up. She felt kind of bad for being the only one in a corner booth that could sit five comfortably. She had a feeling opening night would be packed. The dead girl would find others to join her at her table. The more the merrier.

A beautiful feline woman could be seen near the front entrance. After her evening with Sylar, Emily began to find mutants with physical mutations more fascinating. They had always interested her, but after talking with the alieny mutant, there was a new fascination with them. She didn’t so much feel sorry for them, but felt proud when one would come out into the human world and flaunt his or her mutation. Maybe she should go around with an axe through her chest…Nah, that was a stupid idea.

She could see her talking to someone, but with the music and the growing crowd, couldn’t make out what they were saying. Emily thought of going over there, but decided not to because she didn’t want to lose her seat. Another gentlemen seemed to be trying to get in, but then the feline stepped back accidently, blocking his path. She took another not-sip from her drink.

((ooc apologies for late/and short post))

>> “I've never had an ID, but Alcohol does nothing for me anyways.”

Randy let out a sigh and pulled a snapping bracelet out for the lioness. "No ID in New York can get you into trouble. Not to mention causing problems when you need a job." Jobs, those are the hardest for mutants like her. More businesses like Randy's were being open minded but its still caused problems now and then. "You get yourself an ID ma'am and I'll give you a private seat at the bar. Heck, if you ever need a job I'll have something to." By now though a small line was forming behind her so Randy quickly handed the bracelet over and welcomed her in.

It had been, what seemed like, a long time since Victoria had gone out to wander the night. She wanted to go see the night time sights and people. First things first. A growing girl needed to eat before going out. No need for any incidents on a night she hoped to enjoy.

Putting on one of her beloved dresses and brushing out her hair Victoria smiled at her reflection. She looked so sweet and adorable it even caused her to giggle a bit with excitement and happiness. A feeling that tonight would be a fun night washed through her as she set out.

Finding her way downtown Victoria heard some interesting music and decided to see where it was emanating from. The wonderful sounds of trumpets, saxophones, light tapping of drums and the plinking of piano keys were spewing forth from a building with a sign. Looking Glass Grand Opening!!! Live Jazz! Step on Down!!! Two things read from the sign made the girl smile brightly. First one being live music, and the second hinted to a story her mother had read to her once.

Excitement filled her as she made her way down the steps to the front entrance of the establishment. The music was playing a happy sounding tune which made Victoria have a little hop in her step. Oh how she was anxious to get inside and enjoy the wonderful tunes.

Well, that had to be the most inconvenient step back he'd encountered in a while. And it had to be a mutant with a tail, too - now his way in was completely blocked, unless he wanted to shove past her tail, which would be more than awkward. But as the owner spoke a bit to her, finally letting her in, it became obvious that it was now Danny's turn.

Oh, wait a second, he had a couple of fake IDs on him. He had forgotten about those - he'd purchased them from some guy for a very high price, and they had passed cursory inspections before, so no reason they wouldn't now. With a completely stoic face, Danny reached into his pocket, pulling out a driver's license and offering it to the man behind the host stand. Behind him, he saw through his peripheral vision as a girl who definitely looked underage walked in. She seemed abnormally pale, and come to think of it, so did that woman in the back. He couldn't see much of the latter woman, but he couldn't fight the feeling that she looked kind of familiar. Oh well, he would deal with that later - right now, he had to handle this situation.