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Children of Light and Darkness at War: Can Love Bloom on a Battle Field? (Still unsure of the title) (no longer active)
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Ace of flames01 I feel like the best place to skip to would be the ball, or at the very least, a day or two before it.
@BeastofDestiny If my noodle is serving me well, than we should have Amaya [Knight of Doom] being hit on by Ashton [Silver Fox], Blade [Bozo] giving Scott [Specter189] a package to sign for, Theo [Evil Snowman] spending his friend's money, Mirei [sakursan] just left, and Reiji [Sarcelle Renard] helping out behind the bar.
I believe that's everyone, but someone please correct me if I'm mistaken.
I believe that's everyone, but someone please correct me if I'm mistaken.
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'm pretty invested in the story as well and would love to see it continue. Besides, it'd be a shame to already be parting ways with you folks after coming so far.
Instead of letting the sea of customers drown him, Reiji had become a blur of motion as he the process took on a flow of its own. There was something oddly relaxing about only having to worry about pouring and serving, with hardly any time to think in between those two things. In fact, the only things that had time to go through his head were the impressions he had of people based on their drinks.
”Rum and coke.” Not very adventurous, are ya? The drink was about as basic as it gets, but it was still a respectable choice nonetheless.
”Vodka and cranberry.” Die in a fire. Because seriously, this one was almost as bad as the schmuck who got the vodka and Red Bull.
”Appletini.” This guy doesn’t care about what anyone thinks. And on top of that, the girly drink actually looked right in the hands of the dork that was wearing scrubs and had way too much gel in his hair.
”Jameson, neat.” Take me home tonight. Shit, he said that one out loud rather than just think it. Oh well, he was already moving on to the next drink, so the there was no time to be embarrassed.
Reiji was so wrapped up in his work that he barely even registered the biker approach him, even when he threw a package down on the bar. Sure, the fact that he had kept his helmet on was strange, but honestly half of the people here looked even weirder to him due to how nicely they all dressed, so he didn't particularly stand out in his mind. Thankfully, Scott took care of it, so the punk was free to keep working on thinning out the ridiculous crowd that had piled up. It was hard to tell if the sea of tipsy drinkers was disappearing, but he could only hope that they were, as exhaustion was starting to set in. The speed at which he churned out drinks was starting to slow down a bit and the needless bottle flipping was being done less and less, but there was no way in hell he was going to stop until everyone had been served and judged for their choice in transport to the wonderful land of Drunksville.
A grin tugged at the corner of Reiji’s mouth. Outside of playing guitar for his band, Spitfires, he had never even considered taking on a job permanently. That kind of talk was for squares who were looking to settle down and die a slow death at the hands of boredom and responsibility. And yet, there was something about this place that was making the idea sound not so far-fetched to the punk. For the briefest of moments, he could almost see himself helping out around here on a somewhat frequent basis. Oh well, he would have to sit on it later, as there were still plenty of drinks to be made and he was finding that he did not possess nearly as many arms as he would have liked.
”Motor Oil? Seriously? What, did your parents not hug you enough as a child or something?” he couldn't help but ask as he reluctantly assembled what had to be one of the most foul things he had ever seen.
”Rum and coke.” Not very adventurous, are ya? The drink was about as basic as it gets, but it was still a respectable choice nonetheless.
”Vodka and cranberry.” Die in a fire. Because seriously, this one was almost as bad as the schmuck who got the vodka and Red Bull.
”Appletini.” This guy doesn’t care about what anyone thinks. And on top of that, the girly drink actually looked right in the hands of the dork that was wearing scrubs and had way too much gel in his hair.
”Jameson, neat.” Take me home tonight. Shit, he said that one out loud rather than just think it. Oh well, he was already moving on to the next drink, so the there was no time to be embarrassed.
Reiji was so wrapped up in his work that he barely even registered the biker approach him, even when he threw a package down on the bar. Sure, the fact that he had kept his helmet on was strange, but honestly half of the people here looked even weirder to him due to how nicely they all dressed, so he didn't particularly stand out in his mind. Thankfully, Scott took care of it, so the punk was free to keep working on thinning out the ridiculous crowd that had piled up. It was hard to tell if the sea of tipsy drinkers was disappearing, but he could only hope that they were, as exhaustion was starting to set in. The speed at which he churned out drinks was starting to slow down a bit and the needless bottle flipping was being done less and less, but there was no way in hell he was going to stop until everyone had been served and judged for their choice in transport to the wonderful land of Drunksville.
A grin tugged at the corner of Reiji’s mouth. Outside of playing guitar for his band, Spitfires, he had never even considered taking on a job permanently. That kind of talk was for squares who were looking to settle down and die a slow death at the hands of boredom and responsibility. And yet, there was something about this place that was making the idea sound not so far-fetched to the punk. For the briefest of moments, he could almost see himself helping out around here on a somewhat frequent basis. Oh well, he would have to sit on it later, as there were still plenty of drinks to be made and he was finding that he did not possess nearly as many arms as he would have liked.
”Motor Oil? Seriously? What, did your parents not hug you enough as a child or something?” he couldn't help but ask as he reluctantly assembled what had to be one of the most foul things he had ever seen.
@Evil Snowman I hear bartenders make excellent wing men
@Narcotic Dollie Calliope is too adorable for this cruel, sudsy world of ours
@Narcotic Dollie Calliope is too adorable for this cruel, sudsy world of ours
Sorry if people have been waiting on me folks, this weekend has been crazy. I'll try to get a post up in two shakes of a leg.
@Silver Fox Not gonna lie, I'm actually hoping she is more successful than all of the guys in the bar without even saying a word
The small bar had managed to attract quite a crowd, but Reiji didn’t mind the rush as it kept him busy. And he would take being busy over standing around, bored out of his mind, any day. But when some guy with far too much money on his hands offered to buy a round for everyone, he found himself having to stifle a nervous gulp. ’You are the one that hates slow nights,’ he reminded himself, not letting thoughts about the inevitable flood of orders get to him. Luckily, there seemed to be a brief calm before the storm, as if people couldn’t believe there was actually somebody that generous in the bar, which gave him time to notice the blondie from earlier waving him down.
From blondie’s uneasy expression and the brunette’s shit eating grin, it was quite obvious to him that the former was quite out of her comfort zone. It was ridiculously cute actually, especially when she turned bright red when she ordered her Sex on the Beach. A good natured smile quickly took up residence on his face as he watched her struggle through her request. ”I’ll have that right up, but first I’m going to need to see that mug shot of yours,” he said, holding his hand out for her ID. The guy had handled a number of fakes in his even wilder and more rambunctious days, so he was quite confident that the piece of plastic blondie had handed him was legitimate. Yet he couldn’t help but grow suspicious when her flirty friend didn’t offer him one, or even order a drink for that matter, so he resolved to keep an eye on her to make sure she didn’t end up drinking something she wasn’t supposed to. Not that he was in any position to judge, but still.
The former musician left the two to their gossip and hunted down the various bottles he would need. While not a fan of such a fruity concoction himself, Reiji was no stranger to making cocktails. Sure, he made a bit more of a show than was necessary with his gratuitous bottle flipping, but he didn’t see the harm in a little showmanship. It had been a long time since his antics had resulted in alcohol being wasted, which was an event he had gotten all sorts of hell for from Yuusuke. The cocktail got mixed slightly harder than was necessary as he had to dismiss all sorts of old thoughts that were fighting for his attention. He was here to work for god's sake, not be a reminiscent mess.
Despite his momentary distraction, Reiji felt like the cocktail had turned out nicely. The liquid gradually shifted from yellow to red as it traveled up the highball glass and was crowned with an orange slice at the top. Satisfied with his work, he brought the fruity abomination back to blondie, although her friend seemed to have vanished. ”I’ve got your Sex on the Beach right here,” he announced, looking her dead in the eye with the most charming face he could muster, doing his damnedest to get her to flush again. ”I hope it lives up to your expectations.”
Unfortunately, life wasn’t going to let him enjoy the fruits of his labor, as customers were already getting antsy over their free round of drinks. “Would you quit flirting and get me a vodka and Red Bull already?” some schmuck with blonde highlights shouted at him.
”Yeah, yeah, I'll have it out in a second," he shot back, regretfully having to turn his back on the blonde beauty to get back to work. "And I’ll see if I can find you a better taste in drinks while I’m at it.”
@Knight of Doom
From blondie’s uneasy expression and the brunette’s shit eating grin, it was quite obvious to him that the former was quite out of her comfort zone. It was ridiculously cute actually, especially when she turned bright red when she ordered her Sex on the Beach. A good natured smile quickly took up residence on his face as he watched her struggle through her request. ”I’ll have that right up, but first I’m going to need to see that mug shot of yours,” he said, holding his hand out for her ID. The guy had handled a number of fakes in his even wilder and more rambunctious days, so he was quite confident that the piece of plastic blondie had handed him was legitimate. Yet he couldn’t help but grow suspicious when her flirty friend didn’t offer him one, or even order a drink for that matter, so he resolved to keep an eye on her to make sure she didn’t end up drinking something she wasn’t supposed to. Not that he was in any position to judge, but still.
The former musician left the two to their gossip and hunted down the various bottles he would need. While not a fan of such a fruity concoction himself, Reiji was no stranger to making cocktails. Sure, he made a bit more of a show than was necessary with his gratuitous bottle flipping, but he didn’t see the harm in a little showmanship. It had been a long time since his antics had resulted in alcohol being wasted, which was an event he had gotten all sorts of hell for from Yuusuke. The cocktail got mixed slightly harder than was necessary as he had to dismiss all sorts of old thoughts that were fighting for his attention. He was here to work for god's sake, not be a reminiscent mess.
Despite his momentary distraction, Reiji felt like the cocktail had turned out nicely. The liquid gradually shifted from yellow to red as it traveled up the highball glass and was crowned with an orange slice at the top. Satisfied with his work, he brought the fruity abomination back to blondie, although her friend seemed to have vanished. ”I’ve got your Sex on the Beach right here,” he announced, looking her dead in the eye with the most charming face he could muster, doing his damnedest to get her to flush again. ”I hope it lives up to your expectations.”
Unfortunately, life wasn’t going to let him enjoy the fruits of his labor, as customers were already getting antsy over their free round of drinks. “Would you quit flirting and get me a vodka and Red Bull already?” some schmuck with blonde highlights shouted at him.
”Yeah, yeah, I'll have it out in a second," he shot back, regretfully having to turn his back on the blonde beauty to get back to work. "And I’ll see if I can find you a better taste in drinks while I’m at it.”
@Knight of Doom
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