Scamps

To put it lightly, Scamps is a fuck bar. 

I mean, not like people are practically humping on the tables or anything like that.

Scamps is situated in a small strip mall adjacent to a  number of apartment complexes. And the main demo of this neighborhood is young urban professionals. HORNY young urban professionals.  People who work long hours and don’t really have the time to actually look for a relationship.

Scamps is such a meat market that the expectation is if you’re there, it means you’re looking to bump uglies tonight and you aren’t terribly picky about who with. Doesn’t mean it’s guaranteed at all but you’ve got to be some kind of misanthrope to not get laid if you go in there to drink and relax a bit.

One might be tempted to think that there is something supernatural going on here. But there isn’t. Although there ARE spirits that congregate here for the outpouring of emotional and sexual energy on display. For some spirits this place is like an endless buffet. In fact, the place is like a regular watering hole for those sorts of creatures that trade in lust and there seems to be a sort of unspoken covenant about not upsetting the applecart. If there is any that the creature who come here for sustenance DON'T Want. it's open warfare guaranteed to scare off the people. But if you turn up here and start making waves, or worse, leave an untidy corpse out to be found, they will come for you. And you likely won't see them until it's too late because they'll come at you sideways.

There's really nothing supernatural going here. it's not some ley line thing, or greater demon aspected towards lust. It’s simply a central location for many of the locals to get loose and their apartments are within walking distance so any kind of hijinks are possible on a friday night.

The bar isn’t terribly well stocked. The most popular whiskey they have is Fireball. They’ve got a few flavored vodkas and dazzling selection of light beers. But nothing artisanal. The tiny kitchen does pub grub and every bit of it is fried.

Most of the TV’s are tuned to ESPN or local sports.  They have darts and pool and Karaoke on the weekend evenings.

Casey runs the bar. She’s cute in a kind of ravenesque way. Her ink is quite impressive. She runs the bar and programs all the music.  She does a whole night of rockabilly on wednesday, not because she likes that shit but because it draws in the hipsters. When the place is all but empty, she kicks over onto her personal play list and sings along with the Cure. Casey is the de facto den mother for the other Bartenders and keeping them on a straight and virtuous path is not easy when the clientele is clearly ready to go. 

The place opens at 5pm and stays open until last call at 2am. 7 days a week except for certain holidays. 

Connections:
Dr. Laney Reese and her roommate sometimes turn up here on the weekend nights. She's made friends with Casey and is considering some ink herself as result. Casey's offered to do it for her.
ADA Calvin Donloe is often in here with friends of his from the office. While Calvin likes to look, he's not interested in fucking things up with his woman. But he'll play wingman any night for his bros.
Blaise Newkirk Brought home a Daeva one night and she gave it to him so good that occasionally he comes around hoping to see her again.
Christine Horowitz "Oh sweet god, what am I doing here again? This guy is worse than the last one mom tried to set me up with. I have to be out of my mind..."
Rick Deluca  It's not a party until Quinn the Eskimo gets there.
Collette Reeves "C'mon. my apartment is right over there.
Darla Grumman "Still crushing on Casey after all these years. It's not helped by the fact that Casey is heteroflexible and tends to like to kiss girls when she's got a few drinks in her.
Lara X  SO many of her articles have been written right at this very bar.