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Author Topic: Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)  (Read 637 times)

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Offline Alissa O'Hara

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Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)
« on: Jan 09, 18, 08:56:04 PM »
"ALISSA YEH GE' THOSE DISHES DONE NOW." The booming voice of the hearth witch was not to be ignored, not even through the relative scramble of the kitchen. Lissy, for one, knew waaaay better than to even think about it. Even if her mother had spoken in the quiet and even tones she usually took.

"Yess'm!!" she squeaked instead in hasty reply and rolled up her sleeves, quickly putting her back into it. She possessed a little bit of Craft, but right now there was no way she would be able to concentrate enough to use it to help her. Her mother could magic things to wash themselves, float things all over the place, use heating spells to keep the food warm as she got each table done before sending it out. She also seemed to have a limitless supply of energy. Whether that was the Tiger Eye her mother wore or just a personality quirk, Lissy was sure she would never know. She was fairly certain she didn't really want to know either.

"GOOD GIRL."

The robust witch wasn't yelling at her daughter, not at all. Narlha never yelled. But her voice could carry... especially when she was busy or stressed or awake - and tonight was all three all in one.

The Hammer & Anvil didn't usually do weddings, see. Well, this wasn't the wedding itself. The wedding would take place tomorrow afternoon on the lovely little hill just beyond the inn. So the whole wedding party was staying here tonight, as well as several guests who were coming in from out of town. It was a large wedding, too - and they were both a rowdy and a hungry bunch. The kitchen was struggling to catch up, and Lissy was playing the part of dishwasher, assistant cook, hostess, and waitress depending on where her mother decided to point her at. Because her mother was the boss of her whole life.

"Okay! All clean and ready for the next round!" Lissy cried out as she wiped her hands dry on her apron and took a moment to lean against the counter, catching her breath. Or, well, at least she tried to.

"Oh Alissa look at you. I can't send you out there like that! You're all sweaty and blotchy, no one will want their food from you when you look ill!" She didn't mean it meanly, Lissy had to remind herself that even as her shoulders hunched a bit with a sigh.

"Sorry mom, just let me splash some cool water on my face okay?" She gave the older, rounder woman a tight smile.

"Mm, alright. You know, you wouldn't sweat so much if you took just one less cookie every once in a while." Narlha gave her daughter a meaningful look and Lissy's already pink cheeks flamed hotter.

"Mom..."

Narlha threw her hands up. "I know, I know. Alright go go go. The order will be done in a few minutes and I need you take it out."

With a quick nod, Lissy dashed out of the kitchen and around the back way so she could go down the hall to her own room. A few minutes later she'd changed her blouse and her apron and had run a comb through her hair in addition to some cool water on her flushed face - then she was hurrying back down to the kitchen. It was a wonder that she managed to avoid further "motherly scrutiny" from her mom, but then, Narlha was pretty busy trying to feed all these wedding people.

So, her arms laden with plates, she stepped out into the busy dining room and made for the table in question - which was mostly filled with young men around her age or a little older. She thought she remembered them being friends (or maybe it was brothers?) of the groom. With a nervous little smile she went about laying down their plates, only to drop an entire bowl of hot soup right on one of their laps as another thought it would be fun to grab her rear.

"Oh!!"

"WENCH!"

Offline Dubhghall Moriarty

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Re: Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)
« Reply #1 on: Jan 15, 18, 09:39:09 AM »
There was so many people, Dug could not help but find the things they dropped.  All these well-to-do people with too little sense and too much money all packed in the one place he called home.  He knew that The Hammer and Anvil had to make money when and where it could, to support the other half of its revenue gathering ventures, but he did not have to like it.  He had tried to come down earlier for a bite, but the place was a madhouse with everyone jockeying for seat.  He came down later, and entertained some of the members of the party, just by chatting them up and telling them about their productions.  Occasionally, he would entertain the children with small tricks as he worked his way through the room.

Epona would be cross with him.  He already felt lost items in his various hidden pockets, and not a little coin.  He could see Alissa as well as the rest of her Mother’s staff hustling around.  Whenever he did, he favored her with a smile, and a gesture that said ‘chin up’, hoping to encourage her to see this mess through to the end.  Some of the ladies in the party recognized him, and he always had time for adoring fans.  Dug charmed them with his wit, and his dramatic gestured, but he was not too far away when Alissa was groped.

Dug was of the Blood, Jewel or not, and while few things every really tested his patience or aroused his temper, this certainly did.  He calmed himself almost immediately, because for a moment, he was not the actor, but the criminal raised by the Orphanage, who knew very well had to kill a man quickly and cleanly and without a sound.  Especially a drunk one, but that would have been unforgivable, so instead he used Craft to clean up the bowl and the soup, and while that was happening, he whirled on the man that groped Alissa with a dangerous narrow eyed stare.  Dug held that one’s gaze, ”I’ve got the mess cleaning up, Lady O’Hara, why do you not fetch this poor fellow another bowl of soup.”

He scowled, a terribly rare expression on Dug’s features, and one that made him seem suddenly much more dangerous than he ever did.  This man had behaved like a brute, like a thug, and Dug hated that.  Moreover, he had done so to a friend of his.  One of the actor’s quietest abilities was his skill with Emotions, he could elicit them in an individual or a crowd, and right now, the fellow with the wandering hands was feeling his disapproval.  He mumbled a shame-faced apology, and Dug remained there to keep tempers cool, and patrons happy while Alissa went for more soup.

Offline Alissa O'Hara

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Re: Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)
« Reply #2 on: Jan 15, 18, 10:15:00 PM »
Her cheeks, already flushed with exertion and the general heat of a crowded inn, turned bright red. In fact, her whole face, and her neck, and her ears, were the shade of a severely blistered tomato. The tears in her eyes were already welling up to the point of overflowing.

"I-I.. um.."

Her breath caught and she jumped as someone came up behind her and the mess started clearing itself up with the deft touch of craft. Dug. A few tears slipped free as her heart hammered in mixed embarrassment and relief and the look on her face was a very watery, blushing rendition of relative hero worship. Because in that moment that was exactly what Dug was. He was her hero.

"Y-yes. Yes um.. Yes..." She nodded quickly, then scampered off, almost tripping twice on her way to the kitchen. She ducked her head as she entered, avoiding her mother as she went straight to the huge cauldron of soup on the stove and portioned out another bowl. Once laden with the new tray, she steadied it with craft (her hands were just shaking too badly for her to trust herself to carry it without any) then headed back out into the dining room.

She had to pause before stepping out onto the wide floor and take a few deep breaths, to try and really calm the rapid stuttering of her heart. Really she probably should have hovered another moment in the foyer between kitchen and dining room, but she just wanted the whole embarrassing ordeal to be over. That way she could hide up in her room, disappear into her books and her characters, and just leave this whole world behind for a while.

So after just a few seconds to catch her breath, she scurried back to the table and hurriedly set down the new soup. Her hands shook as she clasped them before her, fingers twisting nervously in her apron as she bobbed her head and murmured an apology to the man she'd dropped the soup on.

"S-sorry about that. Really." Then she cleared her throat, looked to Dug, and gave him a small tight smile before casting about for some place to hide. If even for a moment.

Offline Arietta O’hEachthighearna

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Re: Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)
« Reply #3 on: Jan 21, 18, 02:10:30 PM »
Arietta gulped down a glass of water with her back turned to the room. She loved this sort of night when the inn was crowded and loud and boisterous. It was so unlike life at the civilized Opera Houses she had grown up in, and it was wonderful! Setting down the cup of water the redhead picked her fiddle back up and began playing a lively folk tune. Her fingers danced on the strings and her foot tapped in rhythm to the fast-paced melody. From across the room, she saw a commotion. Dug being himself, coming to Alyssa’s aid with pockets rattling with things.

With a mischievous smile, never breaking the back and forth of her bow, she poked the monkey sitting by her shoe with the tip of her foot. Ape looked up at her, indignant, the bells on his hat jangling. The monkey pulled back its lips in something between a grin and a snarl and hooked a tiny hand into the top of Arietta’s boot. He climbed up her leg as if her swaying, bouncing body were a tree until he was perched on top of her head. The audience started poking each other in the ribs at the closest tables, pointing at Arietta and the monkey as it reached back and pulled the little miniature fiddle and bow Arietta had made it out of the equally tiny pack she had put on his back and started imitating the movements of his human. It wasn’t a particularly good imitation. Ape was not nearly as talented a musician as his namesake, but the sight of a tiny creature sitting on the head of the musician, parodying the art was enough to make the room roar with laughter.

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Re: Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)
« Reply #4 on: Jan 22, 18, 03:30:56 PM »
"WENCH!"

The bellowing shout brought Ash out of her alcoholic reverie- in her experience that kind of ruckus was usually directed at her. She took a long pull of her porter and scanned the room for the source of the commotion. There was a table of rowdy young drunks on the other side of the room, a wedding or bachelor party or some fucking thing, chock full of people who couldn’t hold their liquor and didn’t give a damn to try. One man in particular was red-faced with anger, covered in what looked like that day’s soup and directing his ire at- oh. Oh no. At Lissy. Another sat near him at the table, hand retreating from the poor girl’s backside and a shit-eating on his face. Fucking lech.Well now, that was a mistake he wasn’t going to make twice. She hadn’t been at the Hammer and Anvil more than a few days herself, but it didn’t take more than a fraction of that long for someone to come to recognize Narlha’s timid and quiet daughter. She knocked back the last of her drink, slamming the empty glass down on the bar before stretching out her neck and slinking across the crowded room like a farm cat after a mouse. Motherfucker was going to think twice the next time he laid hands on a girl not even old enough for her Offering.

Before she could get in range of her target she was cut off. She’d seen Dubhghall circling the crowded room, chatting up patrons and doing tricks for the younger kids. She’d not met the man yet, but something about him made her feel like she should keep an eye when he was around. He reminded her of a circus barker she’d seen at one of the travelling fairs that occasionally came through Portraine, charming and fast-spoken and always moving. No one needed to move their hands around that much.  But maybe that’s just what she should learn to expect here, surrounded by actors and musicians and other such weird folks. After all, the fiddler in the corner had a fucking monkey. Who in bloody Hell had a monkey? Ash suspected it was rabid.

Shifty or charming or whatever he actually was, Dug was staring down the the man who’d grabbed at Lissy, looking a sight more menacing than he had a minute before. Liss ran off to the kitchen, presumably to replace the dropped soup, and Ash was robbed of a chance to burn off some nervous energy. As the fiddler started up with some fast-paced tune, and the aura of the room turning back to one of celebration, Ash decided to make a circuit of the crowd. A few years of late nights tending bar in bad parts of town gave you a good nose for potential troublemakers, and she wanted to have her eye on them before something happened next time.

Offline Dubhghall Moriarty

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Re: Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)
« Reply #5 on: Jan 24, 18, 11:11:39 AM »
Dug felt Alissa's gratitude but kept his focus on the situation.  He would not have his people pawed at, or rather, Epona's people.  He coul see how potentially upset Alissa could become, and he would protect her from these louts as bast as he as able.  She did as he suggested, ducking into the back for another bowl of soup and to collect herself.  He found that right, better not to give these fools the satisfaction, instead, he intimidated them into behaving themselves.  Dug made pleasant enough conversation, once the clean up was done, and when the soup arrived, he made ready to depart that area.  Alissa favored him with a smile, and he politely took her arm, like a gentemen, and led her away towards the kitchens again.  Once within, he paused and turned to her.

"Are you alright?"  He listened, Arietta would have the moment erased in just a few heartbeats, between her and that money.  He had noticed another redhead, because, well, Dug noticed such things.  She had been prowling in his direciton, and then turned off to circle the crowd.  He wondered how deep into her cups Ash was.  She had not been there long, but she did like her whiskey.  He meant to go investigate that, Dug was a fair hand at reading people, and she had clearly meant to do something.  Considering this was a paid for event, they might want to avoid anything too terribly dramatic.  Dug waited to be sure that Alissa was alright, gave her a quick hug, and said.  "Not to worry, Lady, none of us will let things get out of hand."

Then he straightened his attire, and went back out into the common room as though he were going back onstage.  Dug continued his general performance, part host, part self-assumed celebrity, and worked his way across the room to where Arietta was busy working.  When there was a pause in the performance, he asked quietly, "Did you happen to notice if our lovely new set designer had too much to drink?"  The musician had an excellent seat for watching the house.  Dug eyed the monkey.  Thus far, the only being to find anythingt hat Dug had lost, was that monkey.


Offline Arietta O’hEachthighearna

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Re: Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)
« Reply #6 on: Jan 24, 18, 12:22:34 PM »
Arietta watched the situation defuse and celebrated the fact with an extra flourish and skip of her feet as she played. Usually, she closed her eyes while she played, not because she did not want to see the crowd, but because it took concentration to make this look as effortless as it was for Adagio. Curse her musical genius of a brother! This time, though, she kept them open, in part because the crowd was too rowdy and drunk to notice if she missed a note, and in part because Lissie was upset, and Arietta wanted to be sure she didn’t remain so. Ape had once brought her a crumpled piece of paper in Alissa’s neat handwriting and she had read over the lines of dialogue contained within with great pleasure before returning it to the trash pile where her monkey had found it. She had never mentioned as much to Alissa, of course, but she always tried to be extra encouraging to the other young woman.

The new set designer had also noticed the commotion. Arietta kept an eye on Ash as she stalked across the room from her place at the bar, then began walking about, gate a tad unsteady.

The song ended, and she took a bow, then helped her monkey off her shoulder. He took off his hat and jumped up on the nearest table, holding it out for tips. That always brought in some good pocket money. No one failed to give money to a monkey whose sharp little teeth were inches from their fingers.

Dug approached as Arietta knelt to put her fiddle back in its case. It was time for Adagio to take over for an hour so she could get a bite to eat. Her brother had shown up sometime during this last dong and was quietly tuning his lute.

“Heya, Dug!” She said brightly, “Alissa alright?”

He asked about Ash, and Arietta shrugged. “Who knows what too much is. Two drinks and I’m lying under the table humming the tune to the Trashy Trolls of Tramore, but Gibsy can put away half a bottle and still hit a nail on the head with his old-man cane.”

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Re: Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)
« Reply #7 on: Jan 28, 18, 09:37:48 PM »
Cadman’s dinner was late. Normally that would have made him grumbly and irritable but considering the madhouse the Hammer and Anvil had become over the last few days he had generously decided to fetch his own meal. Opting to avoid the circus in the bar’s main room he instead hustled around to the back of the building and entered through the kitchen. Here at least, there was a rhythm to the chaos as the staff set about their usual tasks at near frantic speeds.  It was loud in the kitchen but, not nearly as loud as the uproar that flooded in every time someone stepped through the swinging doors that led to the dining room.   Yes, this definitely had been the right choice. He gave himself an approving nod just as Alissa walked into the room looking very ragged. The poor girl was beyond frazzled but he decided such things were expected on days like today. He shuffled over to her dodging left and right to avoid the other staffers who were rushing about. Finally reaching her with an exacerbated huff, Gibs tried to put on a disarming smile before he spoke.

Alissa dear!  I'm so sorry to bother you child...especially now...hmm” he shifted his eyes to the main room and leaned forward on his cane, offering a sympathetic frown.  “Well, I just thought..., you know…maybe I could take my meal here in the kitchen or the by the back door perhaps? It would certainly save time since no one would have to collect the dishes.” He raised a hand to his chest in earnest “I promise you won't even know I’m here. I see you’re fighting the good fight and I wouldn’t dream of adding more to your *ahem*...struggles."    

His eyes shifted over to the head cook who was busy correcting something in one of the pots on the stove.  As of yet she hadn't noticed his invasion and Gibs hoped to finish this exchange before she did. He had found the Lady Narlha was not someone to trifle with when it came to the sanctity of her kitchen. This kind of risk usually ended with him getting hit with a cooking implement. She had been escalating slowly with each violation and soon he feared she might use a cleaver. Still, He was hungry and she was busy...for the moment at least.

Offline Alissa O'Hara

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Re: Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)
« Reply #8 on: Jan 28, 18, 10:52:46 PM »
Not that anyone would be able to tell, considering she was already flushed a rather blotchy pink - but Lissy blushed brightly as Dug turned to her and asked after her. Oh no one was more relieved that the little commotion was over but she was just.. she needed to go hide for a little while. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, and gratitude, she stammered out a soft, quick 'thank-you' and dipped her head about three or five times, all the while her cheeks were getting pinker and pinker.

It didn't help that Dug was sweet and nice and cute. Or that he was a great actor. That each character he took on - no matter what size the role - he just...

"Th-thanks. I mean. I'm okay." She smiled. "Really, I'm okay. Thank you for coming to my rescue, Dug." The smiled brightened, and it was genuine - because no matter how embarrassed she was, she really was truly happy to have him as a friend. He hugged her and she felt her cheeks flame brighter - and there was that thumping awkwardness in her chest when she hugged him really tightly back then thought maybe it was too tight so she let go really fast but he was still hugging her so she hugged him again but held on a little bit longer than when he let go. It was so awkward, and embarrassing, but she really hoped that he just chalked it up to it being a REALLY tense night.

"So. I'm going to.. go. I'll make sure to bring you some of the next batch of stew, okay?"

Then she was shuffling off back through the crowed and right back into the kitchen. Her mother was there, and it was still loud and crazy, but at least it was away from the prying eyes of the crowd and any further chance to embarrass herself. Or, at least, she hoped so.

One hand pressed over her heart, she jumped and gave a little squeak as she was interrupted in catching her breath by the questing tone of Mr. Gibbs.

"Oh! Sorry! Mr. Gibbs." She smiled, and it was a sweet and pleasant one. "You startled me. I'm okay though! Really." A nervous chuckle as she batted at a few stray hairs about her face. His request had her chewing on the inside of her cheek for a moment as she glanced from Mr. Gibbs to her mother's back and then back to the older gentleman. "Oh, um..." But Lissy was loathe to say no to anyone, especially anyone from the theatre.

"Well... of course." A little smile. "If you'll give me a few moments, I can get a tray together for you?"

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Re: Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)
« Reply #9 on: Jan 29, 18, 11:12:43 AM »
Always fashionably late Merale Reid made her way into the inn,  ringing out her fingers tensely before rubbing the cold out of her hands. Sometimes it felt like even the summers in Scelt were tepid at best and the nights around this time of year far too breezy for her comfort. The Blood could easily regulate their temperatures but Landen like Merale were forced to hide under heavy layers just to stay warm. It was never an exact science. While her hands were cool as ice the rest of her was all too eager to shrug off the heavy coat the moment she entered the establishment.

There were familiar faces scattered among a horde of disorderly patrons. In other words, Scelts. “Is this a wedding or a raiding party?” She asked, no one in particular as she hung up her coat.  A symphony of sounds greeted her, growing exponentially louder the moment the door closed behind her. The clattering of plates, the thumping of uneven table legs, glasses placed a little too roughly on wooden tables, not to mention laughter and what sounded like dozens of passionate conversations  all strung together with the sound of a loot.

Merale’s eyes surveyed the crowd for its source finding Arietta strumming along merrily. She almost considered approach when that blasted monkey clamored up her leg and grinned at her like some demented little demon. No, it was too early for him and this dress was far too nice to be ruined with monkey shit. Waving to Arietta instead she bit her lip, giving the young woman a thumbs up. It was the best commendation she could get about her musical talent from Merale at this distance. There was just enough time to see Alissa slip into the back, Dug watching over her with a rather unfamiliar look on his face that bordered on upsetting. “Ash, Dug!” She waved her hello to each of them if only to be certain that they were aware of her arrival.  Merale didn't mind the Hammer & Anvil entertaining a wedding. They were after all joyous events, the union of two souls coming together with family, friends and a lot of expendable income. It was good for the theatre troupe to think outside of the box if it meant keeping the doors open and the lights on.
 
Everyone seemed to be having a good time, save for one gentleman near Dug but she quickly brushed it away as him being a  sour drunk. Smoothing the edges of her little black dress she approached the bar, pausing as she noted someone else she knew sitting at a solitary table. Felipe Masika, a wonderful actor a force to be reckoned with in their little world and a complete mystery. It wasn't as if the man was antisocial, he smiled often enough, communed with the rest of the cast but was all too quick to take his leave the moment a chance permitted.  He sat alone, in a busy room and somehow managed to make the bubble around his space see perfectly private.  Considering there was an obvious lack of seating and she had no wish to climb onto a stool next to a man who smelled as though he had been pickled and left out of the jar for a while, she glided over in her casually playful way. “May I join you?”   She asked, her smile stretching testing the limits only to spring back slightly. Not waiting for a response, at least not a clear one she settled across from him, adjusting the thin red shawl on her lap. Fingers teased through her hair as she adjusted her seat to angle just so she could the handsome Blood male the attention he deserved while still being able to look out over the room. “Lonely tables make for lonelier nights. Quite a turn out isn't it?”

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Re: Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)
« Reply #10 on: Jan 29, 18, 10:00:04 PM »
It had been an enjoyable night, for the bulk of the assembled troupe that found themselves here in the bar of the Hammer this night. Lord Felipe Masiko, as they knew him, was far less enthusiastic with his appreciation of the revelries that were an echo of so many prior, but for the benefit of his colleagues he made at least an effort at an appearance. He said hello to three people he knew best, mostly through polite nods, before he found a quiet table and settled in to watch the play be performed before him. A play far more private than the ones they usually put on, told with the tales of true folk.

The Eyrien who called himself Dhemlanese sat idly at his table, enjoying this performance, when he was interrupted by a woman who did not make it into his peripheral in time for him to guard his expression. His eyes narrowed dramatically at her words, as she moved to sit beside him, not waiting for a response at her question. No, she just presumed it, sliding in beside him, and offering him some questionable greeting. His face screwed up in confusion at her arrival, and his hand was wrapped around a single brown bottle of what was clearly not his first beer. Blood male he was, he could still handle a number of these more than anyone without the divine blessing of the Darkness could. Which, to him, was something of a curse, for the expense it cost to cross the thresholds he sought to meet. In truth, he was surprised he did not notice this newcomer.

It was only a moment later that his confusion broke away. Almost as if the prior expression was a mistake, he was smiling softly for her, his features turned gentle and kind. It was a mask, perhaps, but he put it on quickly for her, only allowing her a moment to appreciate the darkness and doubt he had offered in his gaze. Leaning back, he raised his drink, in salutation, before taking a sip. "Please do," he allowed, gesturing pointlessly to the seat already occupied by the redheaded leading lady who had come here to storm the stage and displace many who were vying for the prominence she now claimed. He, though, could not care less for that petty squabbling, so long as he had a role with meat he could disappear into. At times, he commanded the stage as the great villain, other times as some important judge or father or noble. But he disappeared into them, and when the performance ended, he bid his farewells all too briskly.

A fate she denied him today, and he was all pleasant smiles for the deed. "I suppose I no longer have a lonely table. Do not feel in any way obligated to complete the other half of your comparison--" he began, then paused, his cheeks twisting further into an actual grin.

"That is to say, there is better company to be had tonight, I am sure. There was no ... invitation hidden in that poorly thought out response,"
he assured her, before taking another slow drink, eyes settled on the blue-eyed black-dressed red-shawled new mystery who had chosen to sit across from him. Curiosity sparked in his eyes, as he really sat with his drink for a moment.

"But, on the other hand, I am no one to tell another how to enjoy their night. Since I favor such a strange solitude, I clearly have no basis for argument on whether or not my presence is valuable enough for such an intriguing woman's time. I suppose that choice lays only with you."


Reaching into nothingness, he pulled a beer from the void of existence, and placed it on the table before him, gesturing to it. Should she wish it, his fingers would turn, and the screwed cap would remove itself distant from his touch, before he settled back into his chair.

Those storied eyes watched her, questions unasked aloud, but clearly beginning to brew in the ancient's mind. His golden eyes were piercing; they were rare here, shared only by Naia, but his told a far older tale as she received the watchful eyes of a man who had seen infinite variations of idle chatter about a wooden table.

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Re: Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)
« Reply #11 on: Jan 29, 18, 10:42:24 PM »
Merale knew how to read her audience. Her eyes washed over every face, as many as she could see from backstage as the  lights dimmed. She peeked through the curtains. Judgement, excitement, joy, pessimism, everyone was different they all came here looking for something. It was The Hammer & Anvil’s job to bring them together and guide them into the story that would alter their world and every perception they had about joy and heartache. She knew when a crowd would be difficult to corral, or when they when it would be easy enough to encourage their laughter.

Lord Felipe however, was difficult to read. The man kept to himself preferring the company of one when he was not on stage commanding the scene with a raw power and depth she had never seen before. Though his smiles were always a bit too grand they were convincing enough.  Having walked up on his thoughts she got a rare peek at how hips lips naturally settled when he thought wasn't being watched and the faraway look that guarded dark thoughts. According to the cast, the Dhemlanese man was ageless, as in no one asked, but he had been around since before Epona took over the troupe. Maybe even longer.
 
Though she noted the way his brows furrowed and tore from whatever else had his attention at the time Merale chose better to ignore it and settle herself in before any protest could be made. By looking around the room and averting her attention, she offered him some time to get used t her presence before turning her head and offering him another of her brilliant smiles. Merale had taken well to her role months ago, and though others might have been frustrated with the new addition, she at least chose to take the road less traveled and not vilify her cast-mates. As egocentric a she could come off Merale did not engage in gossip.
 
“Ye haven't heard of that saying before have ye?” She asked, her smile blossoming into a grin. Crossing her legs, she rested her elbow on the table, pale knuckles propping up her chin while regarding him.  In one breath he assured her she had no obligations to follow through, as though she promised an ease to his lonely night when it was a simple statement, and in the other made certain to point out he would not be one to rebuff her advance. “Time will tell wont it?”   She asked, if his presence was valuable enough to warrant her affection. The beer manifested before her and she couldn't help but laugh, nodding her head as if impressed when the cap spun around and fell onto the table. “It's still cold.”   She commented. “Psychic ice chest?” she teased. Lifting the beer she raised it to him before her lips pursed over the opening, taking a sip.  “I've gotten to meet everyone in the cast over beer and shepherds pie, but you elude me. I'm hoping it's not purpose.”   She let the open ended question rest, but it was clear from the look in her blue eyes that she knew the answer. Whatever she thought, she didn't give away, instead setting her chin back on the tops of her fingers while not leaning toward him. She was curious of course, who wouldnt be?  “Find anything interesting in the room? I tend to watch myself, I just got here, but I can wager that that man sitting to the grooms left, will hit on the bride by the end of the night, and the bloke Dug was just speaking to will end up losing his shirt or pants, maybe both.”   Merale smirked, wondering if he would counter.

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Re: Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)
« Reply #12 on: Jan 29, 18, 11:26:36 PM »
Questioning his knowledge of the idiom, he paused, letting his eyes roll slowly through his memories, an act that seemed all too damned prolonged. Finally, the ancient shook his head in dismissal. "Perhaps I have heard it. I have heard a great many wondrous things. It is a lovely enough turned expression," he acknowledged, with a nod of his head to try to offer some solace to his missing the perhaps more obvious melodic meaning of some local parlance.

Then, when he promised to her that she could leave his table any time she liked, she mentioned the facts that only time could predict the future, and he looked somberly aware of the truth of her question. "It always does," he assured her ominously, before lifting his drink again to sip. He nursed it well, taking his damned fine time with it, but he still steadily progressed through the poison that was perhaps his closest friend in this establishment.

Fortunately, she stepped away from the dearth of memory that reinforced that simple question and harrowing answer of three words he gave, and instead found herself rather impressed by the beer he offered her. "I have very limited space in my psychic cabinet, and I prioritize only the important things," he assured her, gesturing to the drink. "These things return as they entered. It went in quite cold. It remains so, just for my cherished company."

He rose his beer, to her, and offered it for a clink. "To tables and the end of their loneliness," he opined, leading them in their cheer, and bowed his head as the necks of their drinks resonated in their offered greeting.

"By my honor, I swear I have not chosen to ignore you. We've worked together. We have even ran lines," he reminded her, gesturing towards the stage with his bottle, before bringing it back for another steady but slow drink. "It is only--" he paused, beginning to explain further, when he smiled, and took another sip, choosing to shift his topic back to the other she had chosen to raise. Her light was bright, and she was eagerly trying to commiserate with him about the world he chose to watch. This was a topic he seemed to decide was safer, as he lept upon it, rather than continue wherever his mind was then roaming.

"You could not be more wrong. His eyes scan that way, but look how his hand all but drags along the table," he conspiratorially whispered, leaning in himself, to offer his own insights quietly, not that the room would pick it up. "Our man is looking at the groom, than to the bride, but his eyes cast to the bride only out of worry. He is yearning to move his hand onto the man beside him, his heart breaking that he can never have his friend. A few more drinks and he might confess this love he's long harbored, clearly all too late for the confession, but it won't matter to him in the moment, even though it ruins what friendship he has pretended was there."

There was no suspicion or bet; this was a guarantee, and he leaned back in his chair, suspicions stated. "And I do not know about this claim for the other 'bloke'. Is Dug going to steal them himself? Because he is endlessly tugging his shirt - he has self-esteem issues, and I would be alarmed to see him so valiantly overcome them."

Once again, he spoke with absolute certainty, but there was a wry smile trying to tease itself from the corner of his lip, wrinkling his aging features. It was rare for any short-lived here to see a long-lived. Rarer still to see one so lined with age, these immortals thought to be just that; forever young. He seemed, at current, to be more forever just shy of what one might call middle-aged. A stately handsomeness, well cultivated, practiced and polished, and now grinning just for her amusement.

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Re: Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)
« Reply #13 on: Feb 03, 18, 02:52:12 PM »
Back in the kitchen, Gibbs smiled graciously as Alissa offered to make him up a tray of food. It was going so well. There was a quaint little herb garden behind the Anvil. It wasn’t anything fancy but it was private, and nestled between the mint and the rosemary sat a lovely little bistro table that would be perfect for enjoying a quiet meal. He had even brought his pipe and cards with him for afterwards intending to play a quiet game of solitaire while enjoying the evening air.  On nights like this he wasn’t really needed in an official capacity anyway. If something were to happen he would be close by of course, but there was no grand show tonight. So there was no need for him to babysit the troupe, and thus there was no reason for him to endure the chaos at the Inn, especially now that his dinner plans were squared away. Maybe his night wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“Excellent! Now...It doesn’t have to be anything fancy. A bit of stew perhaps? I really don’t want to be too much of a bother”

Which was true, he had briefly considered asking her for more but Cadman always felt a bit guilty for taking advantage of the poor girl. That never stopped him from doing it of course but he liked Alissa. In some ways she reminded him of his Madlen and that alone was reason enough to be kind. Though beyond that, he suspected this girl was going very fierce when she finally started to realize her own worth and when that day came he wanted to be thought of as a friend. Other wise she might grow to share her mother’s opinions of him.

Her Mother!!!

He’d been so caught up with how smoothly everything was going that he forgot he was in a hurry to avoid the woman.

“Lissa dear I’m going to wait in the back...”
Too late. As he turned towards the back door he locked eyes with the cook who did not look happy to see him in her kitchen...keeping her daughter from her work.

“Oh dear…” we breathed as he started backing up. “On second thought Lissa...It’s rather cold outside tonight...Perhaps I will brave the crucible after all...I’ll be right outside the door mind you.”

Still in the kitchen but making his way slowly towards the doors to the Inn, oblivious to what might be behind him.

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Re: Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)
« Reply #14 on: Feb 08, 18, 08:57:07 PM »
She offered Mr. Gibbs a wobbly but sweet smile and nodded - needing, needing, needing this night to be over with but at least when she was helping the cast or crew she didn’t feel quite so out of her element. And Mr. Gibbs was always so sweet and nice to her, even if he could be quite terrifying when growling orders about while he was working. Okay, perhaps growling wasn’t exactly the right word, especially when she had her mother to compare him to - but still, the man could be quite intimidating!
 
“Of course, Mr. Gibbs. It’ll be just.. just a minute or two.” Her smile wavered just a bit as she cast about, just… getting her bearings before turning to be able to get together a bowl of stew and some of the fresh bread that had just come out of the oven.

He started to say where he’d be waiting for her just out back when he stopped speaking quite suddenly, prompting her to take a look at him. Then she followed his gaze to her mother and almost dropped the bowl she was holding. Oh dear.

’Oh dear…’

Mr. Gibbs seemed to have the same bit of realization that she was having in that moment - though unlike her, he had an avenue of escape and he was taking it. Some small, grumbly little witch inside of her wanted to glare at him for abandoning her - but she was too concerned with trying to duck out of her mother’s line of sight under the guise of getting Mr. Gibbs his stew.

She snagged a tray and put the bowl upon it, and was turning toward the stew itself, moving fast enough that the bowl wobbled on its perch, that she saw Mr. Gibbs backing up — right toward the doors where Niall, one of the servers, was returning with a tray of his own. A tray that was, regrettably, towering high with plates and bowls and half-filled glasses.

“Oh! Mr. G—!”

CRASH

Lissy flinched, eyes closed and expression in a tight grimace. Slowly, she opened her eyes to survey the mess, then instantly abandoned the tray she’d been clutching to her chest to go to her knees to attend the mess - and the two sprawled males on the floor who’d suffered for it.

“Oh! Are… are you okay!?”

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Re: Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)
« Reply #15 on: Mar 22, 18, 02:21:17 PM »


Gibbs hit the floor hard as a tower of dirty dishes and half eaten food crashed around him. Niall, the man he backed into had fallen backwards safely avoiding most of what had showered down and shattered around the kitchen floor. 

"Apparently someone didn't enjoy the soup." Gibbs snarked, brushing a clump of soggy noodle off his shoulder.  Luckily the fall hadn’t really hurt anything but his pride...and perhaps his tailbone. Niall blinked in surprise at his new position on the floor. His face soured as he locked eyes with Gibbs, who gave an exasperated nod of acceptance as if to say ‘I know...I know’.  Looking back into the kitchen saw Alissa jerk forward to help him but the figure of her mother beyond her started huffing forward. He raised a hand signaling to Alissa that she stay clear of the torrent of insults and anger that was about to befall him. There was no hope for him at this point. His gambit had taken a turn for the worst and now would have been the time to seem pathetic. Gibbs assumed the task would be less of a challenge with him on the floor coved soggy clothes and half eaten food. It would have been prudent for this situation, but he surprised himself by doing the exact opposite of prudent.  He lifted himself up and leaned heavily on his cane while he tried not to slip on the now wet floor.  The woman couldn't really hurt him. She could bruise him and embarrass him but if the focus was on him the rest of the staff could avoid the brunt of the rage. 

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Re: Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)
« Reply #16 on: Mar 23, 18, 02:14:10 PM »

She heard the crash even from the dining room. Arietta snatched up her Monkey and the hat full of money and pushed passed Dug towards the kitchen door. She peeked through first, making sure no one would notice, then slipped inside to assess the damage. There was Gibs, his grumpy face covered in splattered soup, and there was the Cook, marching towards him as he stood. Arietta relaxed. No one hurt, so no reason to panic. She could just sit back and enjoy the show that surely would follow when the two grumpiest people in this building butted heads… well, maybe not the two grumpiest. Her brother was pretty grumpy, and so was Ash, and...well, honestly almost everyone was some level of Grump. What was it with theater people and being so moody? The theater was magic! Pure magic.

While she watched, holding Ape so he wouldn’t get ideas and mess up any food, Arietta sidled over to Alissa. “So what did I miss? Did someone finally start a food fight in here, or was it an accident?” Arietta sincerely hoped it was the first, but from the look of things she would put money on the second. Pity. Food fights were also magic. Not quite as much as theater, but still and acceptable use of one’s time. Adagio would surely disagree, but he had a stick up his ass so Arietta didn’t really take his opinion into account most days.

A sudden flash of memory struck her and she looked over at Alissa. “Hey, are you alright? Did that jackass out there give you a hard time? Want me to have Ape steal his wallet and we can go have fun with all his money?”

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Re: Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)
« Reply #17 on: Apr 05, 18, 11:54:56 AM »
Lissy’s eyes couldn’t get any wider if she slapped her hands to her face and dragged her cheeks down in shock. Poor Mr. Gibbs was sprawled out on the floor, covered in soup, and Niall was in just as sorry a state. Though the older man seemed to gesture for her not to bother there was absolutely no way she was just going to leave him there! So she shook her head quickly produced a towel, for Mr. Gibbs and in the absence of a second one removed her apron and offered that to Niall.

A familiar voice distracted her for a moment and she offered a small, tight smile up to Arietta as she came over with her meddling little monkey. “It was an accident,” she confirmed with a nod - and though logically she knew that she had absolutely nothing to do with the mess she somehow felt responsible - like her bad luck and jittering nerves and somehow infected the situation to make it all blow up like this.

Her cheeks tinged pink, then, as the other girl asked if she was alright, recalling the incident with the man who’d… well, upset her out on the floor. “Oh n-no, it’s okay! I’m alright. It was just a—“

“WHAT is goin’ on here in me own kitchen!?”

The sound of Lady O’Hara’s voice was a growled bellow of upset. Narlha O’Hara was a very formidable woman and when she was upset she didn’t get shrill like most might assume. Oh no, she got growly and it was impossible to forget about the Tiger Eye Jewel glowing threateningly at her breast beneath her apron. This woman was Jeweled Blood and she was clearly very upset about someone causing a commotion in HER kitchen. There was little doubt that she was clearly of a race descended from he favor of the dragons, because she might as well be one of the the fire-breathing majesties herself in that moment.

Lissy blanched, then turned and scrambled to her feet, blocking the males.

“I got it mama! Just.. just focus on dinner okay? I’ll get it all cleaned up!”

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Re: Rowdy Nights (This Isn't a Place for Bar Fights!!)
« Reply #18 on: Jul 31, 18, 10:27:42 PM »
Any courage Cadman has mustered fluttered away in the face of the angry woman that was quickly barrelling towards him.  His wit failed as a dozen thoughts all collided in his mind causing a torrent of broken syllables that and half words to fly in the cook’s direction.  As the cook stood before him he pursed his lips and with a deep huff managed to spit out a coherent thought.

“This would never have happened if you would have just had my dinner delivered on time! Honestly! I expect better service than...this” he said, Waving his arms across the slowing prep work being done around them. It wasn’t one of his more witty comments but Gibbs wasn’t the type to leave without having the final word.

With that he turned to leave, carrying himself with an air of authority that was more than a little undercut by the drying remnants of soup that were still dripping from his hair. As his eyes landed on the door into the bar he stiffened further. Seeing the small collection of people studying him made his cheeks burn with embarrassment. Caddman tried not to look at the girl and her monkey, focusing instead on the door to the building on the far side of the main hall.

Escape.

With singular focus caddman set his jaw and stepped forward, Walking towards the exit of the kitchen. Words seemed to bounce around him but he refused to listen. He had to get out of this embarrassing situation. One step...then another. The words were more insistent now, filled with a sense of urgency that he choose to ignore as he took yet another step.

Suddenly the world seemed to slant as his foot fell forward in front of him and Caddman was sent sliding through the doorway into the crowded room beyond. His arms flailed wildly in the air, one hand holding hard to his cane while the other just missed grabbing the door frame before he slide into the the bar room and collided with a large body. Not at all pleased with nearly being toppled by the soggy stage director, pushed him away hard enough to send Gibbs spinning. The world around him blurred again and he felt his cane connect with something hard, snapping in two as he fell to the floor once again.

 

 

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