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The Sandy Rose Saloon

and i FINALLY managed to find the picture for rose again GO ME

The Sandy Rose Saloon

its fine! just there will be more NPCs :D

The Sandy Rose Saloon

Rose let her lips curl into a smile as the stranger ordered a round for everyone. A drunk man with cash to burn...just her type. She eyed the bag he was drawing bills from with a glint in her eye, although she quickly schooled her expression into polite cheer.

"Anything for you, sugar," she said, waving Sheriff Charlotte up to the bar. Slinging both glasses and bottles with ease, she poured a round for all her customers, sliding them across the bar with a practiced hand. Straight whiskey for the chico, the less-than-half-water bourbon for everyone else. "I don't even know your names!" Rose said suddenly, placing a hand to her chest in mock shock. "Introductions must be in order, I've never seen the half of y'all round here before, and I make it my policy to know all my patrons," she finished with a wink.

The Sandy Rose Saloon

@The Cook looks good! hop in wherever you'd like :D

we have....a lot of fighting men. if anybody else is joining in, maybe try a different profession?

The Sandy Rose Saloon

Rampinella raised an eyebrow as yet another stranger wandered into her saloon. The eyebrow only climbed higher as he ordered; that was one brand she'd not heard of in years. The beastmaster in the circus had had a penchant for that whiskey—she'd tasted it for the first time while he was tending to the tigers, and it had been an awakening. He'd come in and nearly given her a black eye for it, she'd drank so much; but it was just too damn expensive to keep on the shelf when there was a brawl every other week, so she stuck to one small bottle in her private safe upstairs.

"Sorry, sugar," she called back mildly. "Never heard of the stuff. Can I interest you in somethin' else?" She winked at the mustachioed first stranger, giving him a brief smile for his compliments. "Perhaps something these fine gentlemen can recommend you?" Rose glanced over to the doors when they swung open once more, and her eyebrows raised as she took in the vision in red—was that the Sheriff? "Aw, look, real company for you sad sacks," she said brightly.

The Sandy Rose Saloon

rip in pieces, spice girl husband man

The Sandy Rose Saloon

Rose's mouth curved in a pleased smile as the rough-looking stranger all but flung himself into a seat at her bar. New meat was always the easiest to turn the way she wanted them, whether what she wanted was their wallet or their fists to spice up a slow night at the saloon. "'Course, sugar," she purred, sliding behind the bar and picking over the bottles on the shelves. She wasn't always tending bar—sometimes she was dealing at the tables, or shooting pool, or up on stage, or simply sitting among the men. She liked to mingle, but first customers of the night always got her special attention.

Selecting a bottle of bourbon that wasn't quite as watered down as the rest, Rose poured a shot glass and slid it over to the stranger as the deputy sheriff waltzed in. "Ten cents, sug," she said to the stutterer, resting her elbows on the bar and leaning over. She tipped an imaginary hat to the deputy as he took a seat. "Evening, Pete," she said with a friendly smile as she poured another glass. She trusted the deputy to pay his tab at the end of the night; road-worn strangers, not so much.

The Sandy Rose Saloon

@oakman looks interesting! slide him into the character tab and hop into the IC whenever you're ready :D
@The Cook looking forward to it :)

The Sandy Rose Saloon

aaaaand we're off! anyone else checking out this thread, don't be afraid to submit a character sheet!

The Sandy Rose Saloon

Like every other day since the beginning of the nation, the sun beat down hard on Sand Flats even as it sank down into the west. It hadn’t rained on the town in weeks, and every step kicked up more dust from the street. It coated the horses, choked the men, and filtered through every crack and seam in the shabby wooden walls of the buildings.

Somehow, despite all that, Rampinella Rose was spotlessly clean. As sunset started painting the sky red, the color glowed on her evening gown of wine-colored silk and black lace, an outfit she only ever wore after dark. Pulling on her elbow-length black gloves, she pushed open the swinging doors of her saloon, smiling to herself as she leaned her elbows on the wooden rail of her porch. Watching the shadows lengthen, she listened to the sound of her employees setting up the saloon for the night. They had some business all day round, but on a Sunday? Oh, no, all the regulars showed up after dark. Somethin’ about God-fearin’ ranch hands needing to pray once a week to balance out the sins they made on the weekend. Rampinella herself had never gone after all that junk.

She adjusted the fingers on her gloves as she straightened up, eyes scanning the street. The men should be filtering in soon, and that was when the real show began. Sand Flats, quiet, sleepy town in the great wide West, she thought, then smirked. At least until the sun goes down.