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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2013 5:55:48 GMT
Somewhere around where the Peacock is, kind of, lies a building known as Kelpie's Shore. While many like to think that due to the location and barkeep it'd be an easy target, they're quite wrong. In some cases near or actually dead wrong, to be truthful. The barkeep owns and operates the pub, frequently seen to accept homeless folk as workers to pay off debt. However, beyond this, there's little to be said about the employees. Often, they are fired, due to people being snobbish and spiteful brats or thieves. Still, in the relative ease of business flow, it stands out as a pub in an area of hotels, restaurants, and bars. Why? Pub. Food and drink. And, if you pay the proper price, mayhaps a room. Introduction done, the scene shifts to a wonderfully lit building, a fantastic sign glowing in the dark. As whoever approaches the first arrives, there is suddenly the sound of a commotion. "GET YER ARSE OUTTA ME PUB!" "ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT! IT'S NOT LIKE YOU SHOULDN'T EXPECT IT!" Gun shots become sharp noises in the night even as whoever was screaming back at the shooter flees the scene. "AN' STAY OOT!" When entering the pub, the first thing one might notice is the homey atmosphere. Or maybe the sweet seeming clothing the wait staff wear. Either way, at the bar stands a woman of ALMOST five feet, hidden behind a gas mask. "Welcome t' Kelpie's Shore. If'n ye're lookin' t' start somethin', GET THE FUCK OOT!" She seemed to laugh then, sound muffled in the gas mask. "If nae, c'mon in, order a food er a drink. Ye're welcome so long's ye dunnae harass me folk." |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2013 0:45:32 GMT
Being a persona of a soldier does have its benefits. Like when the shortest bouncer in the ever throws out some thug, opens fire on him, then goes back inside all like 'business as usual'. Instead of running away herself or loosing some over-the-top reactionary scream, Cheery watches the spectacle with full attention, even laughing as the would-be robber barrels away like a little girl.
She enters the pub, taking in the aesthetic nature of the establishment with the energetic flare of a child. She's easily amused.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2013 22:41:10 GMT
Here comes in Beret in his human attire, black hair with blue eyes hidden behind sunglasses. An old style foreign legion uniform, khaki in color. On his head he wore his signature Beret, this time it was Blue to match the foreign legion. He topped it all off with shined up riding boots.
But he arrived at the worst time, someone being scared off. This was going to be a rough place. Thankfully there was a good looking human on the inside. And once he was inside he would see that. "Well what do we have here?" He commented, removing his sunglasses and slipped them onto his belt loop. "Looks nice. I'll take whatever special you have today."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2013 1:28:49 GMT
Cheery's little dancing tour came to an abrupt stop when a familiar voice slides into her ears, which warrants a bum-rushing bear-hug. "Helloooooo, sex-friend!~ Glad ta see you up right after the other day~ I thought Sister broke your hip!~" Now imagine this scene for me, if you will. Two friends, both the same height, in a loving, if over-the-top embrace. Nothing really unusual there. Now factor in that one is dressed in full Foreign Legion regalia, being man-handled with ease by an amazonian woman-child dressed like she's ready for a night of clubbing. Also add the fact that she bellows out the phrase,'sex-friend' and you can only imagine the looks from other patrons, let alone the barkeep herself.
Truly, the binds of camaraderie are unbreakable indeed.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2013 18:17:29 GMT
Pastel was usually so slow to anger. So. Slow. But that was ridiculous. It was disruptive and rude. Raising a hand to her forehead, the barkeep closed her eyes before considering the question posed to her. Two birds. One stone. Hopefully. "Ach, if'n ye ain't drinkin', ye're t' be leavin'. An' keep yer bleedin' voice down 'fore I pop ye in the mouth!" Okay, so maybe not. Eyes narrowed, the tiny and almost unassuming looking woman practically looked ready to beat the noisy one for disrupting. As nice as it was for people to know each other and get along, she wasn't running a damned club. There were no strobe lights, no loud noises. There was a nice and friendly seeming atmosphere to the air. The band played a song that sounded very much like a cheery jig and while people could and did dance, it wasn't a bump and grind station. That was for after work. "An' as fer ye, sir, d'ye mean a the special drink, special food, 'r the special meal? Pub, not bar. Actually got food in here." Her expression lightened up and were she not wearing her gas mask she'd be grinning. Widely. "But if ye like, I can surprise the both o' ye. So long's ye're sittin'. An' on tha' note, bar or table seat, ye seat yersel's." |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2013 23:17:08 GMT
Upon hearing the threat, Cheery drops Beret with all the grace of a sack of spuds and addresses the tiny barkeep in the only way possible: She apologizes. "Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am~ I just haven't seen my friend in a while and I really, really missed him!~ I'll buy a drink an' be a good girl, promise~" She picks Beret up like a doll and plops him on a stool while taking a seat next to him. "You first, friend!~"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2013 6:45:18 GMT
Immediately he attached attention the lady behind the counter. She was very colorful and that just happened to be his thing. He'd have to reject any notion of asking about drapes. But no sooner than the thought had disappeared the light weight beret found himself in Cheery's arms. Upon being set upon the stool, he simply crossed his legs. Spinning the stool a bit so that he could stretch his legs out. "Why thank you darling." Toward the lovely Cheery, then returning a smile to the human. "I can't wait!"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2013 7:12:47 GMT
With a snort, Pastel turned and opened the door to yell at her chefs. "Oi, get yer shites in gear fer two. Surprise 'em, y'hear! Naehin' too foul though." When she received a wave of acknowledgement she turned back to the people in front of her. Moving quickly, she sped through the drink making, almost making a show of the act. Vodka, fruit juices, schnapps, cream, and liqueur all made their way onto the counter with a flair. Then she practically twirled the bottles into pouring into two highball glasses. Sliding them forward, she worked to put away the ingredients.
"Sex on the Beach and Sex on a Cloud. Take yer pick 'tween the two," she chuckled, leaning forward and placing her chin on her folded hands.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2013 4:44:01 GMT
"Well damn, with options like that why not both?" He commented, before settling on 'Sex on a Cloud'. Since it seemed more like an affront to god. "I do not hope you mind Cheery, I prefer to be the top in most cases. This is also one of those." And he reached over to take his choice. He marveled at the ability of this young bartender. Granted he questioned her attire, not many people wore gas-masks. "So tell me darling, whats your name." Passing through the simple silence by taking a drink.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2013 2:51:45 GMT
Cheery giggles while taking the remaining drink. "It's ok, you know I'm adaptable~" She keeps sipping it playfully while watching Beret work his magic on the tough lil' barkeep.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2013 16:34:49 GMT
And up went the eyebrow, arms crossing over Pastel's chest in amusement. How droll, someone was flirting with her. Again. Damned teases is what they were. At least they were drinking, it'd be easier to ignore the annoyance of the patrons and... oh. Hell. No. "One mo, mo chara. I got a belligerent scum t' kick outta me pub." So saying, she walked straight on out, over to a patron that was grabbing at one of her workers, and punched him in the face.
Were you to look it might be hilarious. After all, 4'11" albino lady punching someone wasn't something you see everyday. But the man went running off (after paying, of course) and he left with a gun pointed right at his head. Unerringly so.
Problem solved, then. And so she returned to her bar and slid right back, preparing a new drink for them. "Did nae mean fer that. The name's Gas Mask Dirge. But everyone calls me Pastel." Fingers curling into a fist, she pressed it to her chest and gave a short bow. So long as they didn't end up pissing her off they were probably safe.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2013 19:02:43 GMT
She definitely had a thick accent, thankfully he was french so English wasn't even his first language. He figured she meant 'moment' after she excused herself. "Ain't no problem darling." So he turned his attention to Cheery. "What about you darling? How are you enjoying your drink. You think your sister would mind me taking you back home? For some late night dealing?" Somehow having his attention quickly changed to that of the situation behind Cheery.
Well damn. That tiny 4'11 albino had some pepper on her. She'd fit in great with the Demons, he'd have to watch out for her. "Sorry about that Cheery, this bar is rowdier than I thought. I like it." It was almost like Controlled Chaos, which just happened to be his favorite type of chaos.
Once She returned, He reached over to Cheery's stool and attempted to turn it toward Gas Mask. "Well Darling, its a pleasure. I am Beret and I love your little bar." He really couldn't return the bow from his position but he attempted as best as he could. "How about another little surprise for me and the lovely girl next to me."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2013 20:29:31 GMT
Cheery had already finished the drink before Beret said anything. "I likes it a lot!~ I haven't had alcohol in weeks~" Upon the incubus' inquiry, she playfully strokes under his chin. "I'm in charge today, so she can't say crap~ What page were we up do, anyway?~" ...perhaps that gag gift of the Kama Sutra was ill-advised. She watched the barkeep be all Golden Gloves with some idiot and giggled. "I like her, doesn't take shit~" With that fun over, she does her best to snuggle up to Beret, the best one can do while sitting on barstools. "Yeah, do some more mix-magic!~"
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