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Post by Catriona on Dec 19, 2005 21:52:10 GMT -5
Party thread.
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Post by Catriona on Dec 19, 2005 22:51:00 GMT -5
Inside the Haze, tavern, club and inn, is brightly coloured and very, very crowded. There are many tables, and most of them are occupied. The tables are grouped around an empty space- though not so empty now: there are many people dancing there- in front of a small stage. There are a man and a woman with a fiddle in flashy costumes happily fiddling away, while a man at the side plays a small piano. With them are two girls in short skirts, dancing and singing at the top of their voices over the general murmer of the tavern.
There is a bar on either side of the rather big room, and behind both bars hangs a really big mirror. A slightly big woman is serving drinks on the one to the right, a very thin man with a long nose works the one to the left. There do not appear to be any waitresses. Most of the people at the tables seem to be having drinks only, though some are eating.
There are several light sources in the room, lanterns and candles and other things, but most notable are the three swarms of sparkles, that like tiny flocks of birds, or maybe insects, fly around the room. Each of the three swarms changes colour every so often, and they seem to fly around randomly. They are no fireflies, but tiny little magic sparkles. Most guests seem used to them.
At the bar where the long-nosed man serves sits a man on a bright orange bar stool. He looks rather young, with bright green eyes and flaming red hair. He seems dressed much as a sailor would.
Entering the building are three people: first a generally friendly-looking young man with short blonde hair, wearing a simple denim jacket and cheap, rough breeches. A thin forked tail trails behind him, apparently connected to his backside. He is followed by a man and a woman: an extremely beautiful dark-haired woman in a red evening dress with several black veils, and a man with long white hair, with golden eyes, a long white coat, and sharp ears.
Currently waiting for her drink from the long-nosed man, about three stools away from the sailor, is a very pretty young woman with white hair. The bartender keeps giving her sly looks and smiles while he pours her drink as slowly as humanly possible.
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Ignis
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Post by Ignis on Dec 20, 2005 6:10:19 GMT -5
Ignis glances over at the woman the tapster was tending, smiling slightly. Well, she was good looking. He had a hard time not laughing at the bartender's pace, though. Mare Caris was being a bitch on her liquid intake today, it seemed. It was really hard not to like Mare Caris when she pulled stuff like this.
Striking a match, Ignis set the top layer of his drink on fire, quickly slamming another cup down overtop it to trap the smoke and remove the air that the fire fed upon. A moment or two later, he removes the cup and picks up the original glass, taking a small sip to test the flavor. He grinned and glanced around. Nice and noisy, full of all sorts of life. Not a bad place at all.
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Puck
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Post by Puck on Dec 20, 2005 6:21:16 GMT -5
"Dance and song and happy trance Prance and prong and fairy no rhyming anymore. Hehehe. Well, you know, songs don't need to rhyme. Hello hello one and all and all and one and all that make up one and one that have nothing to do with the above statement." Puck immediately starts pulling Liira towards the bar. "The first order of business is to get sloshed until thinking is impossible!"
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Post by Catriona on Dec 20, 2005 17:36:29 GMT -5
Some people glance up, grumble, and return to their drinks. Liira smiles.
"Aren't we dancing?"
She walks along with Puck to the bar, though. Several heads turn in her direction as they pass the tables, and Cecco makes sure to be as close to them as possible. Liira sits down on the blue stool roughly between Ignis and Alexander, elegantly leaning her elbow on the table while lazily looking Ignis over. Cecco grumbles a little and hangs back, though he too starts eying people- mostly women.
The bartender is still taking his sweet time. He doesn't even appear to have noticed Ignis' little trick with the drink. The man sitting on his other side has, though, and stares at the sailor with a rather stupid, glassy gaze. The man has big woolly sideburns and a red nose.
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Post by Alexander The Great on Dec 25, 2005 12:59:20 GMT -5
Alexander watches the slow pouring of her drink with a smirk that gradually widens on her face. After what felt like a small eternity considering she was only waiting for a drink she gave a sly look back.
She places both hands on the bar and quickly jumps up on it. As she climbs on to it she manages to knock over several empty and not-so-empty glasses causing a chain reaction on the crowded bar and by the time she is completely up has knocked pretty much everything over within her reach and then some.
"Ops. Oh. Ops. Sorry. Whey... ah-shit. Oh I got it, I- ah fuck. Oh well, eh?"
She chuckles an almost giggling chuckle, jumps down again on the other side of the bar and walks up to the tap where her drink was being poured so painfully slow. She waves a hand at any protests from the patrons.
"'S a'right, 's a'right, I got it. I got it."
She gives the man still in charge of her drink a cocky smirk.
"That ain't how ye pour a pint, Trigg. Here..."
She reaches to pull the tap down completely for the full flow.
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Post by Catriona on Dec 25, 2005 14:19:48 GMT -5
Quite a few heads turn towards Alexander and the bar when she knocks over bottles and glasses in an impressive shower of glass and alcohol. The bartender turns, stares at her, and drops the glass he was holding from his hand.
T] "... it's... Terig..."
Several patrons laugh and some raise their glasses.
- "Go on girl!"
- "Do that again!"
- "What she do?"
- "Nice ass."
- "Two bitter and a light, sweet-cheeks."
When Alex pulls the tap, a strong flow of ale comes out and splashes all over the floor before the thing chokes, splutters, and the flow stops.
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Ignis
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Post by Ignis on Dec 25, 2005 15:15:10 GMT -5
Ignis blinks once or twice and immediatly moves his drink back while catching a few others with his free hand. Well, that was a girl he could get along with. He grinned and set down his drinks, wiping some of the spray off of his shirt.
"Well, that was kind of funny." He said as he set the two bottles on the bar. "Saved one or two for you, if you're interested."
His green eyes strayed to the gorgeous woman who just sat next to him, but he noticed that she was apparently with someone and almost immediately dismissed her. While he rather liked the look of her, he was not the type of guy to steal girl's from someone else. At least, when he was fairly sober and that he could remember.
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Puck
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Post by Puck on Dec 25, 2005 15:17:54 GMT -5
"Fine! Then we dance. Yep." Puck grinned and hopped onto the top of the bar, having seen the other girl do just that a moment ago. He reached down. "Hope you're good at dancing in small spaces. If not, falling is good too. Just think, dancing on a bar! Drinking and dancing, bliss and Heaven and all that happy wonderful stuff that makes life full of fun and booze. Which is, actually, quite fun."
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Post by Alexander The Great on Dec 25, 2005 15:28:12 GMT -5
Alex gets ale all over her boots and she pulls a bit of a funny face at the tap, scrunching her nose and peering at it with one eye squinted, as it splutters.
"Hm? Yeah sure- you gonna have to change the barrel."
She looks up at some of the shouted comments from the patrons with a grin and then she looks at the man with the firey red hair. Pretty Fire.
She walks up to him, the sound of broken glass under her feet as she goes. She gives him a confident smile and picks up one of the still intact drinks in front of him.
"Always."
She looks up as a man gets up on the bar and she makes a sharp whistle at him.
"Like the hair copy-cat!"
She lets out a laugh and looks at the liquid in the glass she just got.
"What is this anyway?"
Without hesitation she takes a big mouthful.
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Post by Catriona on Dec 25, 2005 15:29:17 GMT -5
Liira is just looking down at her fine dress, which has quite a big stain on it, smelling heavily like cheap booze. She chuckles, looks up and takes Puck's hand. Grabbing an unbroken bottle, she jumps up on the bar and throws her one free arm around Puck's neck.
"A drink?"
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Puck
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Post by Puck on Feb 16, 2006 19:05:55 GMT -5
"Drink is good, drink is dandy, drink is fine, much like candy." He grabs her around the waist and begins to spin around the bar, moving quickly and dancing up and down its length without much difficulty. His legs moved furiously as he darted around. No one ever said he was a good dancer, but he was flexible.
"Spin spin spinny, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, and then we hop and skip and jump and why is there never enough achohol in the world anyways? So, what do we do when this guy runs out as we all know this is nice and free, because he's such a nice chap, isn't that right chap, yes it is right, mind if I call you chap, oh good, cuz chap it is! I'm Puck, though you can call me You sonova bitch if you want, seems popular, hey, how about more drunken dancing, yay!"
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Ignis
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Post by Ignis on Feb 16, 2006 19:12:38 GMT -5
Ignis couldn't help but laugh. This was nice and fun. Good choice coming to this bar, as everyone seemed so alive.
He struck another match and held it in his hand, watching the scene through the flames. He took another gulp of ale and wondered what else would happen. Probably a bar fight soon enough. He likes those.
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Post by Catriona on Feb 16, 2006 19:17:04 GMT -5
Alex's drink tastes much like dish water. The expensive kind, of course. Sort of anyway.
Liira laughs and spins along. She is an incredibly good dancer and somehow manages to miss all the glasses on the bar that their owners haven't had the sense to remove yet. People have turned to them, and are clapping their hands in a sort of beat. Liira takes a swig of the bottle.
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Post by Alexander The Great on Feb 22, 2006 8:37:59 GMT -5
Alexander peers down at the drink in her glass and leans sideways on to the bar with one elbow, still standing behind the bar. She looks up at Ignis opposite.
"Got anything better there? Or should I see what I can find back here?"
She grins to him as she eyes over any other drinks gathered around in the near vicinity around them before looking at what is below the bar, behind her, anything within arm's reach.
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