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STATUS: I'm ashamed to say, if I die to a vehicle crossing the road my last thoughts will be "Holy shit, it's Truck-kun". 6 mos ago
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I'm ashamed to say, if I die to a vehicle crossing the road my last thoughts will be "Holy shit, it's Truck-kun".
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Apologies. I had a bit of a vehicular accident, didn't mean to delay this long.
At work, will reply soon
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Raising his eyebrow at the lawyer again, the bartender began to wonder if he and his friends really understood where they were right now. From appearances, it seemed they assumed his bar was just another hidden away in whatever city they'd come from. An interesting but not uncommon occurrence.
"Well, I've had this place and run it for as long as anyone can rightly remember, myself included."
Turning to the young woman who looked as though she's been in a fight of some kind, the old man smiled reassuringly.
"Oh I don't think you're dead, not that the distinction between dead and alive means much here. Folks get to enjoy what we have to offer all the same."
Not one to keep a customer waiting longer than they had to, the bartender turned around and opened an old looking soda cooler. Browsing through the glass bottles lining the shelves, he found what he'd been looking for and quickly popped the cap off the bottle before handing it to Lucas.
Ding ding, chimed a bell behind the barkeep, prompting him to turn around and open a small chrome square door just below waist height. It looked like it belonged to a refrigerator, but inside was an order of chili cheese fries and onion rings. When he removed the pleasantly arranged baskets of food, one would find them generously portioned and a heavenly aroma wafted through the room; if you were into that sort of food.
"Here you are," he announced, setting the baskets in front of Vyn. "Please enjoy and I hope you find it to your liking."
It seemed he'd have plenty to do tonight. Just as he finished serving Vyn, another woman came through his door, this one looking better than the last one had.
"Welcome to the Wayward Stool, make yourself at home and let me know if you need anything," even as he greeted the new addition to the bar, the barkeep slipped a crystalline ashtray toward the woman with a cigarette. He should have done so sooner, how careless of him.
As requested, the man produced a small screwdriver from behind his counter, all the while picking out a chilled white wine for the woman. He set them both down in front of her, turning to make another call to his compatriot.
Ring ring, click. "Yes, hello again Erin. Something chocolaty this time, as much chocolate as you can get into it. Mhm, that's it, thank you love." Hanging up, the bartender returned his attention to the woman with her wine.
"I apologize, but it will take a bit of time for your order to be complete. I do assure you however that Erin makes a dessert worth waiting for."
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"Well, I've had this place and run it for as long as anyone can rightly remember, myself included."
Turning to the young woman who looked as though she's been in a fight of some kind, the old man smiled reassuringly.
"Oh I don't think you're dead, not that the distinction between dead and alive means much here. Folks get to enjoy what we have to offer all the same."
Not one to keep a customer waiting longer than they had to, the bartender turned around and opened an old looking soda cooler. Browsing through the glass bottles lining the shelves, he found what he'd been looking for and quickly popped the cap off the bottle before handing it to Lucas.
Ding ding, chimed a bell behind the barkeep, prompting him to turn around and open a small chrome square door just below waist height. It looked like it belonged to a refrigerator, but inside was an order of chili cheese fries and onion rings. When he removed the pleasantly arranged baskets of food, one would find them generously portioned and a heavenly aroma wafted through the room; if you were into that sort of food.
"Here you are," he announced, setting the baskets in front of Vyn. "Please enjoy and I hope you find it to your liking."
It seemed he'd have plenty to do tonight. Just as he finished serving Vyn, another woman came through his door, this one looking better than the last one had.
"Welcome to the Wayward Stool, make yourself at home and let me know if you need anything," even as he greeted the new addition to the bar, the barkeep slipped a crystalline ashtray toward the woman with a cigarette. He should have done so sooner, how careless of him.
As requested, the man produced a small screwdriver from behind his counter, all the while picking out a chilled white wine for the woman. He set them both down in front of her, turning to make another call to his compatriot.
Ring ring, click. "Yes, hello again Erin. Something chocolaty this time, as much chocolate as you can get into it. Mhm, that's it, thank you love." Hanging up, the bartender returned his attention to the woman with her wine.
"I apologize, but it will take a bit of time for your order to be complete. I do assure you however that Erin makes a dessert worth waiting for."
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Alright ladies, gentlemen, and all other unspecified gender and/or identity preferences. I was busy over the weekend but will be getting caught up today.
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Noting the short haired woman's approval with some satisfaction, the Bartender didn't protest as the woman took the bottle of bourbon for herself. He didn't take offense, in fact, he took another bottle from behind his bar's seemingly endless supply of things. Smiling politely at her, the man took the menu book and set it a few stools down, available for anyone who wished to take a look. Ever the good host, he nodded affirmative to the woman's request and picked up the receiver of a rather old looking phone that waited patiently behind him. "Spinning the dial a few times, the faint ringing of a bell could be heard from the device until someone on the other end of the line picked up. "Good evening Erin. Yes, that's right, it will be an order of chilli fries and onion rings. On no, quite the opposite this time, they would like a healthy portion of jalapenos. Thank you, you're always reliable. Have a good evening."
Setting the handset down gently, the bartender returned his attention to the short haired woman who introduced herself as Vyn. "It's a pleasure to meet you Vyn, your food should be ready and here in about fifteen or so minutes, my associate needs to make a fresh batch of fries and onion rings for you."
Now that he had satisfied his first customer, the Bartender turned his attention to the man who seemed to be all arms and legs, dressed in his fine tailored suit. Chuckling at the request, he turned around to looked through the shelves ponderously. Deciding, he plucked six bottles down from his left most cabinet, setting them out before Lucas. "While I understand the nature of your request, you may find that it can be quite subjective as to what constitutes a 'fine bottle' of wine. I've taken the liberty of picking a few that should hopefully please your pallet." He informed the man, all the wile taking his card out of politeness. Hearing the door slam open for the second time that night, the older man rose his eyebrow as he watched another woman who'd clearly seen better days stumble into the bar room.
"You don't look so good, young lady," Observed the man rather dryly. "Do you require aide of some sort? I can render assistance if that's what you need." In the mean time, he slid the book he'd given to Vyn and opened it up to let her browse through her drink options. "Free drinks indeed. Just find something you'd like and I'll get it for you."
Never one to miss a newcomer, the Bartender happened to spot the tabby cat wander in as the door slowly closed itself. Smiling to himself he filled a small saucer with the milk he'd used in Vyn's milkshake, setting it down on the floor at the end of the bar for the furry little guest. "Hello there, enjoy your stay and know you're safe here," he told the cat, scratching between it's ears.
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Setting the handset down gently, the bartender returned his attention to the short haired woman who introduced herself as Vyn. "It's a pleasure to meet you Vyn, your food should be ready and here in about fifteen or so minutes, my associate needs to make a fresh batch of fries and onion rings for you."
Now that he had satisfied his first customer, the Bartender turned his attention to the man who seemed to be all arms and legs, dressed in his fine tailored suit. Chuckling at the request, he turned around to looked through the shelves ponderously. Deciding, he plucked six bottles down from his left most cabinet, setting them out before Lucas. "While I understand the nature of your request, you may find that it can be quite subjective as to what constitutes a 'fine bottle' of wine. I've taken the liberty of picking a few that should hopefully please your pallet." He informed the man, all the wile taking his card out of politeness. Hearing the door slam open for the second time that night, the older man rose his eyebrow as he watched another woman who'd clearly seen better days stumble into the bar room.
"You don't look so good, young lady," Observed the man rather dryly. "Do you require aide of some sort? I can render assistance if that's what you need." In the mean time, he slid the book he'd given to Vyn and opened it up to let her browse through her drink options. "Free drinks indeed. Just find something you'd like and I'll get it for you."
Never one to miss a newcomer, the Bartender happened to spot the tabby cat wander in as the door slowly closed itself. Smiling to himself he filled a small saucer with the milk he'd used in Vyn's milkshake, setting it down on the floor at the end of the bar for the furry little guest. "Hello there, enjoy your stay and know you're safe here," he told the cat, scratching between it's ears.
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Yup, it's a place between worlds where anyone can come and kick their feet up.
Busying himself with organizing his space, the tender glanced up and smiled at the first patron to approach the bar that night. They seemed to be a curious character, dressed in an impressively advanced suit of some kind which he knew not the origin of. As the woman took her seat in front of him, the bartender inclined his head toward her in greeting. "Welcome, we do indeed accept all kinds of folks from far flung places. We have quite an extensive collection, just about anything your heart desires in fact." The man shuffled under the bar for a moment before gently setting down a beautifully made menu book in front of the woman. Opening the book revealed a tastefully made list of the many drinks and cocktails available to thirsty travelers. Each turn of the page continued to unveil yet more options, each just as pleasing as the last. Flipping through the pages of the book would reveal that it went on and on, each page filled with endless delights. Foods, drinks, treats, snacks, and all manner of other edible goodies.
"An associate of ours, the Matron of the Wandering Inn, can prepare just about anything you can think of. We have a rule; your wish is our command. Ask and ye shall receive." Giving her time to comb through the endless options provided by the book, the bartender went about starting her milkshake, all the while taking notice of the three men who'd been largely silent up to now. It seemed as though the man in white was their ring leader, the other two his retainers; not an uncommon sight in his establishment. From behind the counter the man retrieved a large blender, a tub of ice cream, and a rather old fashion bottle of whole milk, setting them out in a way to let the woman watch him fulfill her request. As he scooped the ice cream into the blender and poured the milk the bartender took note of whispered conversation happening behind the woman, turning the oddly silent machine on so that he could face the newcomer.
"On your boss? That won't be necessary, friend. The Wayward Stool is very much a paid in full service to those who are fortunate enough to find it. Although, he's more than welcome to order and serve whomever he wishes should that be his desire." Turning back to the blender, the older man stopped the machine and set a fountain glass onto the counter and filled it to the brim with the thick vanilla shake. Not quite done yet, he produced a jigger from a line of bar implements and plucked a rather expensive looking bottle of bourbon, filling the hourglass shaped measuring tool before pouring it into the shake itself. To finish, he stirred it enough to get long streaks of the liquor but not fully incorporate it and topping it with hand whipped cream and a bright red cherry.
"Your shake, Miss, let me know when you decided upon something to eat." He informed the woman while politely returning his attention to the man who'd rung the bell. "Perhaps there's something I can get for you gentlemen? A drink, perhaps some food?"
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@SilverRain
"An associate of ours, the Matron of the Wandering Inn, can prepare just about anything you can think of. We have a rule; your wish is our command. Ask and ye shall receive." Giving her time to comb through the endless options provided by the book, the bartender went about starting her milkshake, all the while taking notice of the three men who'd been largely silent up to now. It seemed as though the man in white was their ring leader, the other two his retainers; not an uncommon sight in his establishment. From behind the counter the man retrieved a large blender, a tub of ice cream, and a rather old fashion bottle of whole milk, setting them out in a way to let the woman watch him fulfill her request. As he scooped the ice cream into the blender and poured the milk the bartender took note of whispered conversation happening behind the woman, turning the oddly silent machine on so that he could face the newcomer.
"On your boss? That won't be necessary, friend. The Wayward Stool is very much a paid in full service to those who are fortunate enough to find it. Although, he's more than welcome to order and serve whomever he wishes should that be his desire." Turning back to the blender, the older man stopped the machine and set a fountain glass onto the counter and filled it to the brim with the thick vanilla shake. Not quite done yet, he produced a jigger from a line of bar implements and plucked a rather expensive looking bottle of bourbon, filling the hourglass shaped measuring tool before pouring it into the shake itself. To finish, he stirred it enough to get long streaks of the liquor but not fully incorporate it and topping it with hand whipped cream and a bright red cherry.
"Your shake, Miss, let me know when you decided upon something to eat." He informed the woman while politely returning his attention to the man who'd rung the bell. "Perhaps there's something I can get for you gentlemen? A drink, perhaps some food?"
@Lady Selune
@SilverRain
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