A Backstreet Bar.

[Sinclair de Chagny]

*Sinclair moved his head as he felt consciousness returning.*

Ow

[Nadir]

*stomps in and orders a whiskey, since he'd finished all the stuff he had stashed around his house and found himself still full conscious. Either he was running low again or his tolerance had become that much stronger as of late, due to more frequent binges. Or maybe he'd forgotten many of his caches due to said binges. In any case, he'd had to venture outside. That had been unpleasant.*
"Salud."
*he downed the glassful and slammed it back onto the counter with a ringing clack.*
"Don't stop them coming until I'm talking to the furniture," *he hissed at the barman.*

[Sinclair de Chagny]

*Sinclair pulled himself up to the bar.*

"One of everything you've got and two of the things which you'd forgotten you had."

*He rubbed his head and began on the long line of drinks before him.*

[Nadir]

*does a shot in unison with Sinclair, then looks askance at the boy beside him.*

"You look familiar..." *he said, squinting.*

[Parisa]

*looks from one to the other* Wow.

[Sinclair de Chagny]

*Drinks.*

Really?... never seen you before.

[Parisa]

You know, you guys look really...wow.

[Nadir]

"I'm certain I've never seen you before, either..." *mused Nadir, tossing off shots in between musings.* "But there's a resemblance to...who was it?" *A thought struck him.* "You're no relation to that...strange fellow...what was his name?" *he frowned, thinking of Dracula.* My brother... "...like hell..." *he muttered to himself.*

*he turned to the stuttering girl behind them.*

"And where did you escape from?" *he asked.* "Bedlam? Or was it a local institution?"

[Parisa]

*Parisa rolled her eyes and ignored him* Are you all right, Sinclair?

[Nadir]

"Here..." *Nadir waved the bartender over.* "A round for the boy. On my tab."
"...Y-you don't have a tab, monsieur," *said the bartender. Nadir fished in his coat pockets and shoved a fistful of banknotes at the barman.*
"I do now," *he said, slurring slightly as he went back to his liquor with a smile, clinking his glass lightly against the boy's.*

[Sinclair de Chagny]

*Sinclair nodded his head.*

Cheers.

*He turned briefly back to Parisa.*

I'm fine, nothing like whiskey to cure concussion.

*He took another gulp.*

Women around here are violent.

[Nadir]

*Nadir winced, thinking of Georgiana.*
"Ain't that the truth," *he said bitterly.*

[Sinclair de Chagny]

*Sinclair grinned.*

What was her name?

[Parisa]

*Parisa sighed* Well, I guess I should be going. *She smiled at Sinclair* If you ever, um, need anything, I'm staying at the Opera...and, um, yeah. Bye. *She hurried out*

[Nadir]

"I like to call her Bitch Who Ruins Lives. Pity she wasn't baptized as such--would have saved me a world of trouble," *he said to Sinclair.*