Walking through the doors of the front bar will take you to the back bar. Alcohol is much cheaper here and the cocktail of choice is usually a Bloody Mary. You can come to your own conclusions as to why this may be. Let's just say the traditional ingredients might differ slightly.

This bar is generally nice enough, compared with some places. It's relatively danger-free, but it's also pretty sleazy. The music isn't too loud and there are comfy chairs, couches and card tables all around. There isn't too much space for a crowd of people, but there's plenty of room to move around in.

From here, you can hit the club if you go just through those metal doors.

"Hoo!"

::Birmingham calls out as she leaves the club, heat rising from her body like it's ridiculous. She catches her breath as she stalks over to the bar.::

"Hey, Antonio!"

::She waves for the bartender's attention. She knows she needs to go out to the front bar soon, though.::

::Though he's busy, Antonio drops his current tasks to serve his favourite customer.::

"Well, well, well. I was starting to worry, Missy!"

::Grinning flirticiously, Birmingham puts her weight on one leg and swings over on that hip.::

"It's only been a couple days!"

"One week. That's more than a couple."

::Antonio looks at Birmingham with some affection, then turns over his shoulder to yell at some guy who is being pretty vocal about the bartender's obvious preference for serving a certain blonde before him.::

::Luke enters and finds this place more livelier than the previous room. His eyes scan the room for either Birmingham or Dean.::

"I won't take up much of your time. I gotta meet a boy out front."

::She smirks at the bartender.::

"Newbie."

"Oh?"

(And she's on him? Must be important.)

"Yeah. Okay, gimme a couple of shots. I better go before he gets eaten alive out there."

::Antonio frowns while he pours out two shots of Birmingham's preferred.::

"He looks that clean?"

"They won't let him through. Let's just say that."

::Birmingham picks up the first of the two shots. She raises her finger to her eye and pulls down the skin beneath it. Gazing upwards, her eyebrow raises and her eye is now as open as it can be. She leans forward, places the rim of the shot glass around her open eye, then tilts her head back.

The alcohol sears the fragile tissue. Birmingham blinks furiously. Once it's been a few seconds, she leans back forwards and slams the glass down, already reaching for the paper tissues Antonion is holding out for her.::

::Antonio watches as Birmingham cleans herself up. His eyes move beyond her to somebody he doesn't recognise who looks as if he's never set foot in this place in his life.::

"... that him there?"

::The demon twists sharply and sees Luke standing at the door.::

"Shit!"

(How the HELL did he get in here?)

::The first thing she feels after the initial surprise is that she's impressed. He doesn't even look like there was a scuffle. She turns back to the bar, daubs at her eye a little more, then gets up and puts on a grin to approach the newcomer with.::

"Hey cowboy. You made it!"

::Luke would ask how Birmingham knows of his accent, but perhaps Dean told her about him. But that wouldn't explain why he didn't introduce her to him. Then again, he doesn't really know the other supposed Texan, so this just rolls off of his shoulder.::

"Yeah, I did. For a second, I thought I got lost."

"That makes sense. This place is very secretive."

::Guiding him over to an empty table, Birmingham pushes Luke into a cushioned armchair and bends forward to speak to him. Hello, cleavage.::

"Drink?"

::Word spreads quietly through the bar that The Source is going to speak at midnight in the Arena.::

::Luke looks between the drink and breasts before him, the former with apprehension. He hasn't had one for a few days now and he doesn't want to ruin his streak. On the other hand, he doesn't want to look like some sort of wuss. Decisions, decisions...::

"Uh... sure."

"Great."

::Grinning, Birmingham straightens up and flounces back to the bar to get Luke something to swig on. She wants him to get drunk, and fast. Spotting something behind the bar, she smiles.::

"Hey, Antonio!"

::Antonio is back with Birmingham in moments.::

"My love?"

::Birmingham points.::

"I want that. And that. Several. Brought over."

"You got it."

::A couple of human demons are glancing Luke's way and muttering under their breaths. He seems to have caught the attention of a few of the patrons here.::

"You better go keep an eye on your man."

::Antonio nods towards the demons.::

"At least until he fits in."

::Luke taps his fingers on the table as he waits for Birmingham's return. He glances at the place to take in its environment better in the meantime, the stares from the demons adding some awkwardness to his assessment of the bar.::

"Thanks, gorgeous."

::Birmingham turns from the bar and strides confidently back over to where Luke is sitting. She powerglares the demons while she walks, warning them with her eyes to just even think about it.::

(No problem.)

::Antonio gets to work setting up the drinks on a tray.::

"Hey! He's gonna bring it over."

::Birmingham now takes a seat in the chair beside Luke. She leans over the arm of her own and places her hand on the arm of his.::

"I hope it wasn't too strange before. The napkin thing."

::She plays coy in the way that it's clearly an act, but a flirtatious one.::

"Not a problem."

::It suddenly occurs to Luke that he doesn't know her name, so he looks to her curiously.::

"What's the 'B' stand for?"

::Birmingham rolls her eyes in soft embarrassment.::

"How about we get to know one another a little better before I let you know? It's not a name to be proud of."

::Antonio finishes adorning the tray and leaves the bar to carry it over to Birmingham and Luke. He places it on the table. There are six glasses filled with a golden liquid, and six small shots of a dark, almost black stuff with them.::

"Jager bombs. On the house, since it's you."

::He grins at Birmingham, straightens up, and heads back to the bar.::

::Luke nods his thanks to Antonio.::

"It can't be that bad. As long as it's not Buhquifa, Buffy or Brunhilda..."

::Luke looks to the ceiling for a moment before returning his apologetic gaze to Birmingham in case one of those options is her given name.::

"Anyway... how'd you find this place?"

::Birmingham picks up a glass of Red Bull, and a shot of Jagermeister, and presses them both into Luke's hands.::

"I just work all the right circles."

::She picks up a set herself.::

"You done one of these before, cowboy?"

"I'm a quick learner. Show me."

::Suddenly, Luke is more about taking the challenge than staying sober.::

(It's not gonna be much.)

::Birmingham smirks. She doesn't usually drink like a normal person. Well. You saw what she does. As an organism, she doesn't need to take in much sustenance to survive. Barely any at all, in fact. However, she can do it and survive every now and then. It's just unfortunate that this way of drinking doesn't have a huge effect on her. When eyeballing it does. Mmm mm.::

"Drop and drink, my friend. Drop and drink."

::She holds the shot glass above the bigger one. Both are upright. She then drops the shot of Jager into the Red Bull, still upright. It splatters upwards and begins to fizz. She tilts back and chugs the whole thing. Once she's finished, she grins and smacks her lips.::

"Ahh."

"I think I can manage that."

::Luke duplicates Birmingham's actions, sighing as the concoction slides down his throat.::

::Birmingham chuckles and wipes at her lips with the back of her hand. Her eyes glint with mischief.::

"Do you like it?"

::The combination of alcohol and caffeine is hard to beat. The latter cancels out the ill-effects of the former, such as lethargy and depression, and enhances the good ones.::

::Luke smiles slightly, still affected by the aftertaste.::

"It's... like a party in my mouth."

::Birmingham raises her eyebrows, bemused.::

"That's convincing."

(He's a cutie. Bet he's sexy when he's angry.)

"I'm nothing if not convincing."

::He looks to Birmingham with that challenging look in his eye.::

"Ladies first."

::Luke points to the remaining shots that are awaiting their consumption.::

"How charming."

::Smiling, Birmingham picks up the glasses and holds both up in a brief toast to Luke before dropping the shot into the larger glass and pouring it down her throat. It's sweet. Like her. She drops the glass back onto the tray, her hands a little sticky now. Smiling widely, she licks her fingers whilst gazing into Luke's eyes.::

"Mm. That's good."