taxonomites | [ location: fangtasia

Perhaps it's the events the past few weeks with zombie Extras and cakes from nowhere, but Kaylee's feeling more than a bit restless. There wasn't much to repair on Serenity after the glitch, thankfully, but it has left the mechanic with little to do. Even the ranch didn't have much in the way of work for the moment, and she can only work on the drill for so long before she feels like she's just going in circles and wasting time.

The clear answer is to walk the frustrations out. It's nice enough today, and Kaylee feels that a walk is exactly what she's been needing. No zombies waiting to attack, no worries over where her wiring has gone wrong, just a nice simple walk between Kaylee and the city.

For the moment, she's standing outside Fangtasia, peering curiously at the doors. How she had managed to wander her way here she doesn't quite know, but Eric had extended an invitation to come and see the club several months before (has it really been that long?). It's about time Kaylee took him up on that offer, she decides, and steps forward through the doors.

The main room, for the time being, is quiet. Kaylee takes several careful steps inside, making note of the decor, and rests a hand on the counter of the bar. It's almost like stepping into Inara's shuttle, with all of the reds and blacks, though everything is much darker. Still, Kaylee isn't at all surprised at how clean the place seems to be. With how anal Godric seems to be about his white furniture, Eric probably isn't much farther off when it comes to his own property.

Speaking of.

Kaylee runs her hand along the counter as she takes a few more steps in, trying to get a decent look around for a door to a backroom. "Eric? You about?"

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Eric is in his office doing paperwork. This time of day was usually pretty slow and since Taxon allows him to be awake at any time of the day without getting the bleeds, he tends to take these opportunities to catch up on inventory and bills. He frowns at a few of numbers from the past week or so. That zombie invasion had really been bad for business and if he thought the powers that be would compensate for it, he would confront them about it.

As it is, he figures he needs to hold some kind of gathering to make up for the lost revenue. But that's something that will have to be planned at another time, because right now his attention is on the voice he hears out in the bar. He recognizes Kaylee instantly and while he's a little surprised that she's even at Fangtasia, he's glad to have a distraction.

Getting up from the desk, he makes his way to the front area and smiles pleasantly. "Kaylee, what brings you to Fangtasia?"

Kaylee is glad he's in, if the smile on her face is any indication. Always nice to know that you haven't just barged in on an empty place. She's fairly certain Eric wouldn't just leave everything open and empty, even with this being Taxon, but the relief stems from a long history of being in empty places with someone who shouldn't be there.

It isn't hard at all to grin up at Eric as he enters from the other room, though she is a bit unsure on whether or not a hug would be appropriate. For now, Kaylee hangs back, fingers fiddling with a corner of the counter.

"Was wanderin' by," she answers honestly. "Been a while since I've really visited around anyway. If you've got time for visitin', that is." She knows not everyone is quite recovered from zombie week, and while the bar doesn't seem to be in bad shape at all, that doesn't mean Eric isn't busy.

Eric pulls out a chair and sits down at one of the round tables, stretching his legs out and crossing his arms over his chest. "I've got a little time before the evening crowd rolls in." He gestures to the seat on the other side of the table. "Please, have a seat."

He really hasn't spoken to Kaylee since that glitch a few months back, so he's interested to know what she could possibly be doing on this side of Taxon. He doesn't know anyone who comes to Fangtasia just to visit even if they have an open invitation. "What can I do for you?"

The small roadblock here is that she did actually walk in here with no more purpose than to simply visit. Alright, maybe there's a tiny reason, but that's entirely reserved for later, after the polite-ish conversation.

Sliding her tool bag off of her shoulder, Kaylee takes the chair and places the bag against the side. "Bit of conversation'd do well all around, but I don't got much more in mind. I've been a bit quiet lately, thought it was about time I got out and started seein' folks. That, and I wanted to take a good look around this place of yours." She motions around the room, eyes up to take in every detail they could. "Real shiny place, too."

He studies Kaylee as she looks around the room. Her sunny disposition is certainly not one he usually has to deal with. Pam could fake it if the occasion calls for it, but that's about it. She generally preferred sarcasm and bluntness, as opposed to genuine niceness. He spared a quick glance around the heart of the bar before answering. "It's a favorite among local vampires and humans alike, back home."

"Can see why," she replies. It really is nicely decorated, if nothing else. Bit dark and gloomy, but that sort of fits their normal crowd, Kaylee imagines. "Get a lot of customers normally, then?" Stupid question--of course they did. A place like this, depending on client base, would be busy as all get-out.

"We do well enough here. Just like any bar we have our slow days," he says, with a shrug. Studying her a moment, he takes the time to give her good looking over. She definitely doesn't seem the type to enjoy hanging out in a place like this. But he knows some vampires in Shreveport who wouldn't mind getting to know her better if she ever did. She's not unattractive, after all.

"How's your friend? The one Godric is so fond of. River." Ah, small talk, how he hates it. But he's not going to be rude. He saves that for particularly annoying acquaintances and customers.

"Middle of the week blues, hm?" If nothing else, Kaylee would try the place out once. Everything deserves at least a test run. Whether or not it's your thing after said test run is another matter, but don't knock it til you try it...

The mechanic tears her eyes away from the stage (and the images of what probably happens on it that have popped into her mind) and smiles back at Eric. "River, yeah. She's doin' good, I think, good as she can be considerin'. Just had a birthday."

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