La Chambre des porcs ivres - Open RP, anybody welcome! jump on in
 

Welcome to La Chambre des porcs ivres, an alehouse of...some reputation.
Don't ask what sort.


You walk through the door and step into a surprisingly cheerful room of dark cherrywood panels and gleaming copper. It smells of liquor, various fried foodstuffs and cheap cologne. There are tables scattered around and a lowered seating area in the back filled with overstuffed comfortable chairs and couches. A spiral staircase in the back leads to a balcony, doors lining the hallway that disappears into the darkness above.

Behind the bar is the racks of sparkling liquors and a large board that houses the keys that evidently fit those doors. Though there is one key at the end that has a red X above it instead of a room number -- you wonder idly where that key leads. A jukebox in the corner plays your favorite song, and you hear whistling.

You look behind the bar to find it's the bartender whistling along to the music, a rather handsome fellow with green hair and...surprisingly, cat ears perking up from the shaggy mop. He glances over to you with eyes the color of amethysts and grins the sort of grin that would make a schoolgirl blush.

"Hey there darlin -- what c'n I getya?"


Hey welcome to an open RP with the setting of a bar/hotel. I've been wanting to make one of these threads for a long long while, so here it is. Sort of an experiment. This can be a mix of casual RP or paragraph RP, whatever you like best and whatever floats your boat. But anybody is welcomed here so long as you adhere to the site rules and general RPing rules. You can also get an position in the bar, or a room if you want to stay here. Just send a PM to me to ask for it. Hope everyone has fun! Note this thread is rated Mature.

RULES

• Follow all Trisphee rules
• Outside of that my personal #1 rule is - DON'T BE AN ASSHAT
• You take drama outside of the thread, don't bring it in the thread. PMs exist for a reason.
• Please differentiate between IC and OOC somehow, it just makes it easier to read.
• Don't godmod -- that means don't control another person's character without their permission.
• Be kind rewind
• ALWAYS TIP YR WAITRESS

owner, head bartender and wannabe gigolo
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name: Rem
age: old enough to know better; young enough not to care
race: catboy (Feryxonis in Trisphee race)
height: 6'0''
build: muscular
hair: green and no, the carpet don't match the drapes
likes: liquor naturally, flirting to an obnoxious degree, rock n' roll, motorcycles, trying new things, sushi, cheesy B grade horror flicks, snuggling, chocolate - bit of a sweet tooth
dislikes: bossy people, uptight people, being told what to do, wet fur do you even know how long tails take t'dry, broccoli, anything sour or bitter, boy bands

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p.t. bartender and shitty accountant
http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z...ge/1298R-1.png
name: littl3chocobo (cho or choco)
age: 23
race: lupin
height: 5'9
build: wiry
hair: black(natural but with a tendency for wigs)
likes: greens
dislikes: limitbreaks and zoloms

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bartender
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Name: Honey
Age: Young in the age of Eladrin
Race: Eladrin
Height: 5'3
Build: Hourglass curves
Hair: Tiered bob
Likes: Sweets, fine wine, flirting, relaxing and slacking off, jewelry, trinkets, fruit, and chatting.
Dislikes: Actually having to work, beer, hard liquor, poor people, and meat.

--CUTS RIBBON-- And now we are open
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Another day another dollar...more'n likely, literally too... *snorts to himself as he unlocks the door to his bar/hotel/flophouse and heads on in, flicking on the lightswitch, though setting the dimmer to the lower setting. He turns on the strings of white lights in the windows to set the proper mood and flips the sign to [OPEN], then heads behind the bar to set up the register and start counting out the evenings supplies, keeping on eye on the door for any potential customers*

it was his first day and he was almost half hour late already, running down the street as quickly as he could he tried his best to get there before boss-man rem decided the bar could do without him. when he made it to the door he stopped long enough to brush the hair from his face and catch his breath before setting his face to a grin and walking inside "hullo, am i late to the party?"

*Looks up excitedly...aaand then deflates, huffing a breath that ruffles his bangs briefly* I thought y'were a customer...a payin customer...*He emphasizes and then glances up at the clock hanging over the entrance*

Overslept, huh...? *Eyes choco, brow raising...and then chuckles, his stern expression melting* s'all right sugar, take a sec t'catch y'breath...ain't like we're busy enough f'it t'matter *idly gestures around the empty bar*

*nods at the back* Y'office is back there, third door from the kitchen, if'n y'wanna get anything set up. Or y'c'n sit up here with me, I'm just countin chips *nudges a box of snack food beneath the bar with his toe, looking oh-so-excited*

he expected a bit of training first to make sure he could find everything or at least be shown how to clock in, instead he was offered the option to loiter or help set up. shrugging he chose the latter and came over to sit down and help count the chips, "well i suppose it is better to get everything set up right away though i will need to clock in sooner rather than later"

Clock in...? Oh yeaaa...heh. Forgot about settin that up. Err...don't even got a time clock I don't think... *mumbles to himself a little bit and slides off his stool to head to the back of the bar and rifle through a drawer* um
ok
here -- *grabs a clipboard with a spreadsheet on it and filles in one of the boxes, then hands it to choco* write the date an time y'got here and then sign it at the end...and y'c'n sign out when y'leave here. Don't worry 'bout signin in or out for lunch or nothin, that's covered. Ain't no big deal...

*chuckles* More useta workin under the table, so to speak...ain't never really dealt with actual employees b'fore.

*slides his hands in his jean pockets, thinking, and then nods* guess I oughta show you were everythin is then...when yer done there, follow me. I'll give y'a tour'a the place.

*Now where did that blasted cat say it wa- AHA! Shiny and new, just waiting for someone to come along and spoi- er...make it feel welcome. Yeah..*

*Walking up to the doors was plenty easy enough, pressing hands to the glass to open them wide, ushering himself in; the silver haired demon stood in the entryway looking everything over as though he were choosing just the right corner to claim and defile in his own manner, tail swishing calmly back and forth. He'd actually bothered to don a new white button up shirt, tucked into his black pants, looking a might bit more...well, proper than he usually opted. It was a friend's grand opening after all.*

Rem, the place still smells like new plastic- haven't you set anything on fire yet? *Calls out, hands on his hips with a grin about the size of ten states. He always had the best of intentions, teasing only about vowel deep- but best not to actually let anyone know he didn't mean it. Why, they might think he was nice or something.*

*freezes at that oh-so-familiar voice and darts his head around to find the speaker; blinks and then smiles, a wide, shark smile. It's not a happy smile, oh no, it's a smile that would fit nicely with a twitching eyebrow*

*turns to choco* pardon me a minute darlin... *turns back and slams his hands on the bar top, leaning forward* Well look what th'cat dragged in...! 'cept...he didn't, this time. What a sore sight you are. Painful, y'might say, even--! *strides around the bar and up to the demon, stopping in front of him and crosses his arms, expression the look of a man who has a history with the person in front of him, a long, half-admired, half-aggravated history. Love and irritation in the same bright smile*

what a s'prise it is to see ya, here I thought ya'd miss it... *pauses and draws his tongue over his bottom lip* cos I didn't give ya the right directions t'start with

how did you get here?!

*Taking Rem's every ounce of disdain and tripling it with cheer and a look of overwhelming joy, he actually leaned to throw an arm around his shoulders, fingertips brushing hidden collar bone as lips darted in for a chaste kiss on one furred ear.* Ooh c'mon now Rem, I know y'didn't mean to send me on a wild goosechase; so the minute I couldn't find the place, I just asked around-

*Twirls a finger in the air indicating a spinning top-like motion.* Needed to find the place my dear friend was opening up, new shiny bar 'n hotel, and if I wasn't there for opening day, he'd be DEVASTATED. I just couldn't believe I lost the directions; he'd be heart broken if I wasn't there- moral support and all, he NEEDED me, you see. *Bats eyelashes all wide eyed and breathy, a hand going to his heart.*

Found quite a few people down in a flower shop that just jumped to tell me how to get here. Especially once I told them just how...important...it was to me. May've exaggerated a little. May've just a tad..Ah but I bought you some flowers! ...Gave 'em to a pretty doll two streets down. She had the nicest- *Holds his hands out, low and cupped as he makes a slow squeezing gesture, grinning for all the world like the nicest man on the planet; face and words not matching in the slightest.*

*His smile gets tighter and tighter as Duce speaks, that threatening twitch starting at the corner of his brow...one could say an exaggerated reaction but nobody knew...just, nobody knew what he's had to deal with...

His gaze drops to Duce's hands, watching his movements confusedly a moment, til he gets it, and his eyes close, lips pursing more until he just lets out an exasperated sigh, and holds up his hand near close enough to smash Duce in the nose* ok, I got it! Just...stop...talkin...! *His words are exhaled through his teeth -- so preoccupied with Duce he never even noticed the new gentleman entering while getting his 'explanation' -- suddenly the voice near at his elbow made him jump*

wh--?? oh! oh oh
y-yea sir! i mean
yessir, just one second

*hisses at Duce* see! now y'makin me look bad in front of customers...just...go sit down somewhere...

*Smiles at the new gentleman* What c'n I get ya sir? We got the finest top shelf liquors...anythin y'can want.

He looked at the sign outside the bar. Again the fingers crumpled the papers that held everything in the world about him. With a deepened breath, Po entered the bar looking for hope and coin

when the other lupin entered and started chatting with the other two he figured he would not be getting any more instruction for a while and shrugging mostly to himself went to put down the clipboard and find something to clean. he could wait until there was a lull for a tour

*chuckles @the hatted gentlemen* Call me Rem'r Remmy, darlin, I might be th' barkeep but I'd answer t'that much sooner. *he pauses and rubbs his chin* Mmm...you look like a traditional man.. *pulls out a shaker* how bout a classic martini...?

*notices the new person at the doorway and waves them over* Hey there! Welcome to th' Pig, c'n I help ya? Or p'haps this lovely gentleman c'n get ya a drink if that's what y'lookin fer--? *indicating choco -- then pauses and mumbles to him* ...you do know how to mix drinks right...?

*Shrugging with a grin, Duce watched Rem walk off; watched, and watched, and watche- he went around a corner. Sad demon..* Well, that was fun. *He planted fists on his hips before turning around to sit at a table, turning with a swing of legs to sit backward in a chair, folded arms across the top of his chosen seat, watching the room at large.*

Poor poor Rem..seems so flustered on opening day. *He mused, a wicked smile tugging at the edges of his lips. Could he..? Naw...naw..he was too lazy...but maybe..? Maybe if he convinced him he had the best of opportunities..maybe a mixture of odd jobs..? Ooh something that when you combined them, his job description was vague at best..? Maybe~ But for now..He'd watch and wait, and then he'd order something tall, thick, and hard.

A drink too. *

hardly had his hand found a rag when he was asked if he could mix drinks and letting go he nodded, "i don't know where anything is but if you can find me the bottles i can mix and show with the best of them"

From the outside the building was just as nice as Rem’s other property, if not more so, and she had to hand it to the man. Two successful, technically only one by the looks of few people inside, bars and she had been graced with the job to serve as a fellow bartender yet again. She stepped through the door to find a handful of people mulling about in search of Rem, a good drink, or some company.

Though it seemed like she had just walked in at an opportunity for her to help show her skills as a new barkeep stood where she used to, and dodging any fellow people she made a bee-line for the boy. “Darlin’, don’t cha know Rem here buys cheap enough alcohol the type it printed right on the label?”

She gave a laugh as she tickled the youngin’ under his chin as she passed behind him to join him.“Oh, you’re just cutein’, I can see why Rem hired you,” she whispered lowly in his ear with a laugh before taking a glance around to see Rem and who she expected to be a customer standing nearby. She blew a kiss accompanied by a saucy wink towards the boss man, “Good to see you Rem, now what kind of drink were we looking to cook up here tonight?”

24 hours of happiness indeed, for it seemed like every one in the building had experienced some sort of liquor. The need of money out weighed his love of drinks and Po found himself staring dumbfoundedly at the thick accented man. Following the allure of the accent he came to the bar, taking the stool next to the hatted gentle man. It was then they were joined by a lady, whose bosom seemed to match her personality. "um, Thank you... Shirley temple please, but... um more importantly I would like to speak to your manager please."

snorting lightly he interjected himself into the conversation, "good luck with that, i work here and i can barely get the time of day, though you look like you want something a little harder than a shirly, tell you what, first drink is on me if you help me tie him up later"

*Sits watching people filter in for a bit, eyes making special time to watch the very bubbly lady behind the bar; the commotion around the bar making him grin from ear to ear.* So much fuss..makes a guy wonder what's gonna happen when the place fills up.. *Muttered musingly before he gets up, pushing his chair in before rolling up his sleeves.*


Rem, I'm gonna go find y'r kitchen, an then I'm gonna....inspect it. Looks like you're plenty busy- so I'll just show m'self 'round~ Kay thank you, bye, bye~ *Smirks, tail swishing maniacally as he waves and makes his way towards the most obvious set of doors to the back, thoughts of something meaty and salty dancing in his brain. Food too.*

Drawing a huff, he looked around. "No sir, I do not believe in drinking before eating... I also do not have a desinated driver, and... " He could have kept going with excuses not to have anything but his wish. It made him miffed that he was not being taken seriously either that or the staff really wasn't sober. HIs eyes traveled in the darkened room until he found something of particular interest. If he could not get the answers he sought from the man at the bar, he would get them the only way he knew how. By show. Silently he slipped away from the bar and drifted towards the corner where a black baby grand sat collecting dust. Po abruptly pushed aside the stool and let himself fall in front of the keys. Gingerly he tested out the C, before playing a beautiful rift that turned into a piano version of Lady Gaga's paparazzi.

he nodded back at the hatter as the shy lapin moved away though his attention, and the attention of one or two others he noticed, was caught when the music started. the tune sounded somewhat familiar but much nicer than he would have expected from a piano solo from a stranger

*His eyes lit up when Honey entered, though he was busy with a customer and unable to give her a proper greeting, though her comment did make him chuckle* Sh darlin, y'gonna give th' boy the wrong idea *He tapped choco's forehead* Hired him f'his brains...swear! *A calculated look of innocence crossed his face and he held up a hand* Honorable intentions! ...first time f'everythin, yea--?

*Claps his hands on Honey's shoulders and turns her to choco, smirking at his comment* This's my second in c'mand -- Honey, choco, choco, Honey -- an' her disposition's as sweet s'her name. *Grins* An' consider her your boss. She'll show you all the ropes y'need t'know...more'n likely includin those y'just mentioned *chuckles and kisses Honey on the cheek* Boy's all yours darlin -- do be gentle

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*Smiles @ the gentleman and slides him his finished martini* Mmm? Haha nahhh, ain't as grand as all that...S'just short f'my full name... *smiles a little self-consciously* ...Rembrandt. But ya c'n just call me Remmy, that works too

*Is just about to shout back to Duce when sudden piano music stops him short and he blinks, turning to find the sound; a look of surprise flickers over his face* Pardon me a moment sir-- *and he walks over to the piano, leaning against it and crossing his arms, watching the player with some interest til he finishes*

ignoring the woman and paying no mind to the customers he continued to listen until he realized where he knew the song from and a new appreciation dawned as the modifications separated from the original. smiling he called out over the milling bodies, "OI! IF YOU DONT HIRE HIM I CERTAINLY WILL!"

Having been ignored by everyone except the boss man, who departed quickly there after, the woman pursed her lips. She had to question if any of them had ever heard music before, but she kept the comment to herself, and while everyone stared she started to filter through the alcohols present behind the bar.

She found the stash of wines, one bottle in particular chilling and she knew it was placed there by Rem, and thank goodness too. Already she desired a good drink to start her working off right. Pulling a corkscrew from beneath the bar she popped the cork no sooner that her fellow bartender called out all too loudly that the musician should be hired. Humming softly to herself she poured a bit of the sweet wine into her glass.

She left both underneath the bar before she let herself wander through the still crowds to an occupied booth. The man quite fancy, and drinking the martini she made, she slid into the chair across from him. “I wasn’t hardly able to introduce myself earlier with all the commotion, I am Honey. If I may ask you of your name, darlin'?”

*Beautiful music, the sound of murmuring in the distance, and, to his surprise; a fully stocked kitchen, complete with shiny new hardware. Smirking Duce flipped a hand over the dials on the oven, turning one up to a specific degree just in case before perusing the shelves.* Guy could die in here and go to calorie heaven.. *Sighs happily*


It didn't take long before he had a cutting board of vegetables all chopped up, some things simmering in skillets, and a bowl tucked under one arm, whisking at it as he kicked the oven door closed with a heel; tail swishing happily. He was going to have the world's most delicious breakfast, followed by the world's most delicious strawberry Bavarian cake. Ooh lord he was going to eat everything.* And not pay the bill 'cause I cooked it myseeeeelf~ *Sings merrily under his breath, popping a fingerful of the custard he was meddling with into his mouth with a smirk.*

He stopped abruptly at the loud exclaim and then tried to smooth it over with a bridge into another song. This time he played something more to the tune of lounge music as he blinked first at the fox male and then his fellow lupin. Clearing his throat he smiled before speaking. "Well, I had not intended on an audition today... but showing is better then telling... I uh. " He fell into silence not sure what else to say. "I am more then happy to leave if you do not like it." He said averting his eyes towards the black and white keys. "Other wise I am open for request." His face once more brightened like the sun as more words spilled from his lips. "And who are you?" He asked letting his eyes drifted between the two men leaning on the piano while the trained fingers played a softer melody to keep the others entertained.

Just a shade past the polite hour for evening drinks a lady entered opened the bar doors and stood at the entrance for a while, eyes drifting and taking measure of the place. Her hands were in silk gloves and her feet could not been seen beneath the folds of her elaborate gown. There was enough fabric hanging superfluously about to make another, more revealing dress.

Releasing the door, she absently lifted her gown a little to glide directly for the bar, where she removed her gloves and laid a small, collapsible handfan on the table before looking for the nearest bartender.

the next song was lovely but the spell was broken and seeing the boss-man was still enthralled he figured anything he had to say would be unneeded and looking over to the busty woman he asked if she could hold down the bar. she said she could and with matching smiles they parted as he went to see where the demon got off to

She sported a gentle smile when the kind gentleman came to help her into her seat, and waiting for him to return to his own seat before she answered his question. "I just felt like I'd ought to introduce myself to such a kind gentleman such as yourself." Gently the woman tipped her wine of glass towards the man as almost a cheers of sorts before taking a sip. "It is nice to meet you, Monsieur Hatter. Might I ask what book you're readin'?"

Cakes in the oven...meats on the plate...veg on the stove...where's my custard..? Custard custard- Ah yeah, cooling in the fridge like a boss. *Grins and starts piling things on his plate, quirking an eyebrow at all the rest of the food as though it were a batch of misbehaved cupcake children. *

*Which he would eat.*

*Scoops up his plate and plants his butt against a counter, boot up and against a prep table with a smirk as he cut off a luscious chunk of the juiciest steak he'd ever put past his lips. Gaawwddddsss Rem had the best damn food...always did. Smug catbastard..*

when he found the kitchen, not like it was too hard to spot given the ostentatious doors and bright light pouring in from the porthole-like windows, he found the demon loitering on a prep table and munching on the club's stock. he frowned, "it may be my first night here but unless you are the cook or fucking the owner i would suggest you leave the kitchen"

(have fun duce XD you cant make him talk but if you need to do light modding of his body to make it happen you may, just know he is not going to swoon or hit you)

*Pausing with his fork halfway to his mouth, laden with sweet meaty glory, he stops before smirking wide and sinister; popping the meat into his mouth.*

Well...it's a good thing I got one 'a those things checked off on my list. Though.. *Taps his bottom lip with the tines on his fork before scraping at the plate, cutting off another portion of meat.*

I suppose if I asked he might make me cook too. Stay in here with the food...babysit it..love it...share it with the world..yeah. Food is sexy~ *Smiles, tilting his head to the side. He looked suddenly like he was the most cheerful 1940's television guy.*


I'm Duce. Having fun playing with Rem's ADD yet?