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 Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 11:41 am
The bartender sighed as he noted the lack of tender in his purse. The only people drinking tonight were the barmaids, and he had half a mind to start chargin' 'em for it too.
The day had crawled past, and by 9 o'clock the barmaids had already imbibed more than twice their daily allowance of free drinks. The bartender couldn't blame them though; the Bourbon Pony was definitely not hopping with business. There hadn't been a single patron since 3 o' the clock, and that particular young fellow had only ordered a single glass of shoeberry juice.
"What's the matter with the kids these days?" The bartender wondered to himself, "Used to be every young fella with a even bit o' cash would come bargin' in here, demanding this and that, drink 'till he got tired of gettin' shot down by the ladies and pass out in the street. Those were the good ol' days!"
He sighed and poured a stiff one for himself.
"Shoeberry juice. One Godlovin' glass o' shoeberry juice." He turned to the nearest barmaid, Shelly, as he downed his drink, "Maybe the whole 'alcohol' thing was just a fad. Maybe everyone has finally gotten tired of drinkin' themselves stupid."
Shelly roared with laughter as one of the women fell off of her stool in the process of giving her best minotaur impression.
"Well, maybe not everyone..."
"Hey Ben! I've had a long one; would ya mind fillin' one o' those glasses and passin' it my way?"
Several of the barmaids gasped and jerked their heads towards the newcomer. The bartender himself might have jumped if he hadn't had so many drinks already; he hadn't even noticed the elderly dwarf come in and have a seat at the bar.
"Sure thing Jack. You want the usual?"
"Make it a double Ben; the day has not been kind."
The bartender obliged.
"I know what you mean."
"No offense, but I doubt you do." Jack chugged his drink and pushed the glass back towards the bartender, "Another, if you'd be so kind."
"Sure." Ben poured another double and set the glass in front of what was currently his only patron, "You tell me all 'bout it and I'll give you this one on th' house."
"No sir. Not gonna happen ol' buddy." Jack once again downed his drink and returned the glass to Ben, "I drink to forget, Ben. No point in bringin' such things back to the surface."
Ben refilled Jack's glass and, after a moment of waffling, did the same with his own. He had hoped that the old fella's story might make the evening a bit more bearable.
There was a burst of laughter from the barmaids; Shelly had somehow gotten a peanut lodged in her nose and was trying to pry it out with a spoon.
Ben chuckled and noticed that Jack was smiling. The drinks were taking effect. Maybe he'd get the day's story out of the old fella after all. Ben was a sucker for a good story.
((This RP has no real purpose or storyline at this point (just a basic fantasy setting and some drunk barmaids). You guys can do pretty much whatever you want (within reason), just come on in to the Bourbon Pony and introduce yourself. I made this thread to maybe stir up some RP in here, but if some epic adventure results from this post, then I certainly won't mind. Just have fun!
RULES
-Like always, keep it PG-13.
-Denote all OOC dialogue with double parentheses or something similar.
-Although this thread is NOT going to be part of the RP Contest, I may hand out rewards to exceptional RPers.
-HAVE FUN DAMMIT.))
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 3:28 pm
Sometimes, being a street performer sucked, but it sucked particularly when you were a female street performer, which apparently lead people to believe that your efforts were either worthy of nothing more valuable than catcalls, or that you were easily taken advantage of. Well, Tura was definitely not easily taken advantage of; she was a quarter Russian Gypsy and had run away from home after an unfortunate love affair at the age of 16. During her childhood, she'd lived in Catalonia with an entirely too large extended family of performers, and what with cousins and brothers and endless fencing practices, she'd learned to be tough right from the start.
When she left, she'd moved up through France; it was easy enough to speak Catalan or Spanish without a great deal of misunderstanding, but after having been felt up one too many time by a well-meaning Frenchman who thought that kisses were better tips than money, she'd moved west, learned English, and settled in. Of course, she never quite settled down; for the past two years she had been quite nomadic, walking from town to town to town with no real intentions or destination. She preformed (or stole) for food and for back up funds to spend on lodgings during the winter, and, most importantly, wine.
Tura was good at what she did, she always had been, but today had turned out to be a particularly successful day. She had every intention of going to some tavern and blowing half of her well-deserved earnings in celebration, but as she burst triumphantly through the door of the Bourbon Pony, she was incredibly disappointed to find the place all but deserted. She paused hesitantly in the doorway for a moment before deciding she would have a couple drinks here anyway and then move on to some place more entertaining.
With most of her enthusiasm gone, she walked over to the bar and plopped herself down, two barstools away from a dejected looking dwarf, and said to the bartender, "Having a party?" as she set down a couple of coins on the table.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 5:44 pm
"I guess you could say that," the bartender said, still smiling from the peanut incident, "What'll you have little lady?"
His smile faded a little as he paused to eye the mysterious woman.
"Shoeberry juice?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 10:03 pm
Tura shrugged, eying the bartender back for lack of anything better to do. He seemed like a pretty decent sort of man, a little hard up for money, but who wasn't? Propping her elbow up on the table and dropping her chin into her open palm, she glanced over at the bar maids in the corner as he asked his question. "Sounds like a good enough start," she said unenthusiastically, wondering what those girls had to be so excited about that she didn't.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 4:22 am
Eymii glanced at her friend in disgust, tossing her flame red hair to the side angrily.
"Sirius Anderson! NOW look what you got us into! You'd better pray to whatever god you bow down to that your (curse-ing) (butt) isn't going to be fried from your lack of intelligence!" She yelled, hair turning dark and eyes melting into a bright white hue.
Siru lowered his head in fake apology, trying to hide his smirk and stifle a chuckle.
"Sorry.." He mumbled.
"You'd better be... now instead of where we were, we're in a god-forsaken parallel universe!"
The two continue to walk down the cobblestone road they had been following, brushing past various people on their way till they had come to a sign.
Siru squinted his eyes at it and tried to read the letters. "B..bore..bore-bone-ponnie? What kind of name is that?!"
Eymii smacked him lightly on the side of the head.
"Bourbon Pony, you doofus. That's what you get for never getting a proper education. Let go ahead and go inside. Maybe they have something to drink that won't kill you. Besides.. we need some rest." She said glaring at her companion and walking through the doors of the bar.
(Sorry for the mess. Haven't actually rp-ed in awhile. xD And no they aren't children. I phailed to describe it properly but Sirius is 17 and Eymii looks to be around the same age if not 20 or so.)
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 10:25 am
The bartender sighed as he poured the young lady a glass of shoeberry juice.
"Always with the damn shoeberry juice," he grumbled under his breath, "So, what's your name little lady? I'm Benjamin, but most o' the regulars just call me Ben."
The dwarf was now on his 6th drink, and starting to slouch considerably.
"And I'm Jack!" He slurred, holding out his hand to Tura with a dopey grin, "Welcome to my humble [hic] abode!"
"Jack, how many times do I gotta tell ya? You don't live here." Ben said before turning back to Tura, "You don't have to shake his hand if you don't want, I know I wouldn't!"
He chuckled and winked.
"I wish I could live here," Jack mumbled, seemingly oblivious to the bartenders jest, "It's sO[hic]Ooo wonderful here."
Ben had to stifle a laugh as the dwarf put his head on the table and appeared to fall asleep.
"He never could hold his drink very well," Ben whispered to Tura, "So what was your name again? I don't think I caught it."
Before he could get his answer, a couple more patrons entered the bar. He looked around, searching for one of the barmaids to care for the newcomers, but it seemed that they had taken their leave to be drunk somewhere else. Damn barmaids. He'd have to hire some new ones.
"Well, looks like things are starting to pick up after all," He said to no one in particular, "Welcome to The Pony, care for a drink?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 1:15 pm
As the couple came in, Tura was left, for the third time, with her mouth open, trying to tell Ben her name. And she'd actually been on the verge of shaking Jack's hand (though she'd been slightly hesitant at first, which had cost her the opportunity) when he passed out, and the string of failed attempts to interact with the pair left her feeling a little awkward and out of place.
With Ben's attention now elsewhere, Tura pushed her other elbow up onto the bar and hunched a little over her juice. Ben had seemed slightly miffed that she'd agreed to his suggestion, which had surprised her a little, but she decided that taking advantage of the chance to re-hydrate herself a little before she set in on getting trashed was a good idea.
Smiling and rolling her eyes a little, she muttered quietly, "My name es Tura PortelliBarcello..."
Normally, she would have offered just her first name, but now that she was talking to the side of somebody's head, she felt she might as well just give him the whole damn thing. Sighing a little once she'd actually managed to say something, she turned, still a bit hunched, and glanced over at the newcomers. They're obviously lost, Tura thought. Wherever they were actually supposed to be, they didn't look like it was anywhere near The Bourbon Pony... And so, as she did will all displaced out of towners, she immediately did a quick, subtle search, looking for obvious cash or anything valuable and easily removed. It was what she did, after all.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 7:40 pm
Eymii's hair slowly started to fade back into it's natural color. She nudged Siru forward and chuckled to herself at the perplexed look on his face. He had obviously never been to a bar before.
"Yes please." She answered the bartender politely. "I don't suppose you sell vodka or grenadine here, so I'll go ahead and take whatever you give me." She said, but then glanced suspiciously at the dwarf. "Something new, please, but not too intoxicating."
Sirius looked up at Eymii with a questioning look.
"..and one for my friend here too please.. he's young so spare the alcohol.."
Siru glared at Eymii but kept his thoughts to himself and proceeded to regain his dignity back by making his way to the girl sitting hunched over a glass of.. something.
He stretched leisurely and sat on a nearby stool and let Eymii get the drinks.
"Ello' there." He greeted in his thick british accent.
Eymii rolled her deep red eyes and sat down on the other side of him, waiting for their refreshments.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 11:43 am
Without hearing a word Tura said, Ben quickly went about fixing the new patrons' drinks. Judging by her outlandish hairdo, he figured that the girl was a sorceress or some other sort of crazyness, and he didn't want anything exploded or disintegrated. No sir, not in his bar.
Jack, having apparently regained some semblance of consciousness, seemed content to keep his head on the table and observe the other patrons from the comfort of his own puddle of drool.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 10:09 am
The door burst open once more to admit two raven-haired men whose faces seemed to draw the attention of most females who bothered to look, and a dark cloaked, form following them close by. One of the men sat down in front of Ben on the closest bar stool, leaning one elbow on the counter.
"Gimme the strongest thing you can make, money's no cost... I need it after a day like today." He then pulled back his hood to reveal blood red irises and red streaked hair.
The other man, with the cloaked form close behind him, sat down on the other side of the girl and boy that had just previously entered.
"Took us a while to catch up with you..." He too pulled back his hood, revealing dark gold irises and gold streaked hair. "...Now then... I would very much like what you've stolen from me to be returned, if you don't mind."
Behind him, the dark form pulled down his hood, revealing long silver hair, with bright orange irises and a face that seemed to somehow belong to an angel. "Yes... no running this time, Miss Nyx... you will give me my powers back, now!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 10:52 am
Eymii's eye's widened, and she placed a hand on Siru's shoulder.
"Siru.. get up. Now." She told the blond haired boy firmly.
Sirius stretched again and looked at the strangers. He blinked.
"Whie?" He questioned.
Eymii glared at him. "I'm serious this time. These people are about to kick our (butts)."
"Yeah right. Whatever." He then got up and walked out the door, pausing before he closed them. "You're paying for the drinks I'm not really going to make a bloody use of, right?"
Eymii ignored him and sighed, pulling out several pure silver coins and tossing them at the bartender. "That should cover the drinks and anything that could very possibly be destroyed.. ..and maybe get you another bar even." She tossed in a gold coin as well and leaned back in her seat, releasing an exaggerated sigh.
"Well folks. I've had enough. Enjoy the drinks I apparently got for you, not me and Sirius who haven't had anything but tap water and moonshine for three stinking days."
With that, she pulled out a rather ornate dagger from her pack and drove it through the second man's back, twisting it around in place.
"..Just in case you decide to fly, my friend Mr. Grey.." She continued, fracturing his leg with fierce kick. "We have quite a history, don't we now?"
Eymii then ripped the dagger out of his back, causing a rather vulgar looking liquid to ooze from the dagger on it's way out before running as fast as possible out the door and from anyone's sight.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 11:21 am
The other man at the bar leaped up as she stabbed his friend, catching her by the arm at the door and dragging her inside, ignoring the other man's curses.
The wounded one let out a startled cry and dropped to his knees, black and gold wings tearing apart his cloak and becoming frozen in place. "Moloch... can you heal me?"
The man with the silver hair shook his head and knelt by his fallen comrade.
"Well...she got you good. Again. And with my powers gone, I'm no better than any other doctor..." As he was saying this, he began cutting out the infected flesh and started putting healing salves on the wounds.
Once he finished, the now, winged man rose up and slapped the girl across the face, then sat down. "Well? Aren't we going to have a drink?"
The other man rolled his eyes, saying "Dorian...she just stabbed you... and you want to drink with her?"
Dorian chuckled. "If we cannot drink with our enemies, who can we drink with? You scare away all our friends, Alex"
Moloch walked over to the girl. "I do suggest you call your friend back... it wouldn't be very nice to drink without him..."
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 12:32 pm
Eymii snarled as she was being pulled back.
"Geh.. no I am not going to call back my human friend to be slaughtered. I already risked Sirius's life one too many even if I could contact him." She said, shoving Alex away from her and taking a seat unhappily.
Eymii sighed. Now that she thought about it, she was actually rather worried for the little brat's safety. Ever since they had gotten here, all she had seen where creatures of human myth and legend. She could survive.. but could he?
She glared at the group.
"I only have one question." She started and paused for emphasis. "May I please have something to drink?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 2:54 pm
"Uhhh..." Ben paused, obviously at a loss for words. Things hadn't gotten this violent in the Bourbon Pony since the Dwarf riots and he hadn't thought to bring a weapon. He looked down at the coins on the counter and seemed to regain some of his composure, "Sure. Right away."
While Ben busied himself making drinks for the strange newcomers, Jack slowly lifted his head from the puddle of his own secretions and used a hand to wipe off his face.
"Gettin' a little out of hand in here..." He muttered, looking around the suddenly crowded bar.
Ben finished making the drinks and placed them on the bar before leaning in to have a private word with Jack.
"Looks like you sobered up in a hurry." He whispered, "You should probably get home, you can tell me about your day some other time."
"D'ya want me to go get Rosy?" The dwarf asked, "She'd gladly suit up an' come over here for you, Ben."
"I certainly wouldn't mind," Ben replied, "If she'd be willing..."
The dwarf winked at the bartender before rising to his feet and flashing a smile at everyone in the room.
"Well everyone," said the stout little fellow, still beaming, "I've gotta use the little dwarf's room. I hope I don't miss too much of the action!"
With that, he stumbled out of the bar and towards the nearby outhouse.
After watching the dwarf leave the bar, Ben turned his attention towards Tura.
"Hey. Uhhhh..." Ben said, scratching his head in apparent confusion, "I must've forgotten your name, please excuse me. Anyways, whoever you are, I've got a spare room in the back you can use if you want to try and wait things out. Looks like things might get ugly in here."
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 8:28 pm
Dorian smiled cheerfully, oblivious to all the tension in the room. He turned to face Eymii. "So...you haven't had ANYTHING decent to eat or drink for days? Well, then, as a gentleman and a procurer of the finer things in life, I insist that my brother and I pay for your meal. Anything you want..."
Alex sighed and resumed his position at Ben's side. "Don't worry about any danger...once Dorian gets all charming, there isn't any fight in him. You're all safe. And to avoid your jokes, yes he is THE Dorian Grey, NO he didn't actually sell his soul, and YES he is super human. A Necropyre, to be exact..."
Moloch shook his head disapprovingly and sat down beside Dorian. "You have my word as an archangel, your friend, Sirius, will not fall under any harm by us. If so, my powers and Dorian and Alex's treasures are yours to keep. Now that that's over, let us have a drink to celebrate our peace, eh?"
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