DRINKS UP, THE BAR BOOTH | spring gala event

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    [size=8]In a tent attached to the dining and party tents was a dim lit little set up. Fairy lights were strung across the ceiling and there appeared to be a large counter top with seats in front of it and shelves filled with miscellaneous bottles behind. Settled at counter top were two dark figures, one gray and one jet black. Upon closer inspection the figures were both female and seemingly relaxed in their surround. "Bonjour mon cheri," Greeted the lighter of the two with a sly grin, "Welcome to ShadowClan's lovely Spring Gala's bar, would you like a drink?"


    WORKERS: @CHARDONNAY, @SANGO
    To become an worker of this booth PM @vend !

    The cattle dog's pelt was dappled in the fairy lights, and his face bore a rakish grin as lively as the scars upon his throat as he trotted up to Chardonnay and Sango. "Hello, lovely ladies." of the people involved in the five-parent litter, it was certainly the three females with whom he was most unfamiliar. Cainsmark was a Clanmate and a friend, but the ladies actually bearing the children were enormous questions marks and he was eager to get a chance to know them. That was part of the reason he had attended the gala, but the other reason was because he was BloodClan's Ambassador to ShadowClan. "A drink would be fantastic. What would you serve a very-experienced dad?" he attempted to speak cheerfully and confidently, and while the first part was easy the second wasn't. Despite his promotion (and inadvertent body change) he was still awfully intimidated of his fellow litter-parents.

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    Finally. The one event of this party thing the beast could tolerate. "Casket of wine," uttered the over-sized lion as he approached the bar, hoping that the pair behind the table would know that he could handle that amount given his stature. That was barely enough as it was.


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    general:
    Drogo Náshdóítsoh | no nicknames | male
    heterosexual | heteroromantic | 1/2 khalie
    28 moons | born October 17th
    Shadowclan Duskguard | Devastator
    physical:
    • melanistic lion
    - left eye is a light blue, while the right is a bright hazel
    - body is 2x larger than regular African lion species ( 8ft. tall, about 830 lbs. )
    - has bright blue bodypaint in claw mark stripes across shoulders and a stripe along his spine to his tail
    injuries:
    • none at the moment
    personality:
    hot-headed | ferocious | lack of remorse | fearless
    savage, untame nature | quick to displays of violence
    confrontation:
    • extreme physically | difficult mentally
    • will start fights at lights provacation | does not back down
    • attack in #B40404
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    enhanced strength, speed, eyesight & hearing, ability to shrink & grow

    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Gray lingered in the back of the tent, not sure whether or not he wanted to go forward and see if anyone would actually serve a wayward teen alcohol. His mother was a former alcoholic and she hadn't painted an appealing picture. Still... he was a bit curious about it. He fiddled with his hands, still not sure what to do.


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    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify][size=8]Gilded eyes sought out the dark furred frame of the approaching cattle dog. In this physical she saw defined features and a handsome face, in the spirit however she saw a familiar companion, a one-time partner even if one took into account their night together for the alliance litter. Letting her gaze shift over the canine though she thought to herself why one-time always had to be the way she did things. No matter, she had a task at hand did she not? A very experienced dad needed a drink. "Bonjour mon cheri, it is good to see you again monsieur." Her tone was sweet and sly as she whisked a bottle closer with her long, white tufted tail. "A Moscow Mule sound good to you mister experienced dad? It's ginger beer, vodka, and lime juice with a ball of ice in the middle and a lime slice garnish." It was unclear if she was flirting with the cattle dog or simply trying to get more friendly with him considering they'd be raising children together due any week now but perhaps that was part of the charm. Who ever knew what Chardonnay wanted? The woman had spent her whole life playing games it was hard to really get a read on her.


    Next up was Drogo, one that she could hardly overlook given his gargantuan size. A cask of wine. Ah, she expected no less of the Dothraki. "Why of course monsieur, you may lift one up from the end of the bar there on the left. Drink responsibly." Judging by the smirk on her maw it was a joke for sure. Her gaze then lingered on Grayarea whom she shot a wink at before returning her attention to Fortinbras.
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    SIEGLINDE

    48 moons (4 years) | She-cat | Warrior | ShadowClan
    Always pissed off


    "What would you serve a former loner who spent days doing nothing but drinking and beating the shit out of others? Ah, who am I kidding. Hit me up with some beer. Haven't had the stuff in a while." Sieg usually didn't like to talk about her past with drinking, but she remembered it rather fondly. Alcohol made her somewhat destructive, but that worked for her previous life. Now, maybe not so much. But she wouldn't destroy anything. Hopefully.


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    There were a lot of things happening and given that he barely understood what anyone said to him or how to speak, it was sort of a mess for the pudgy cub. Which was how he ended up at a bar. Matsu approached the counter, releasing several curious squeaks as he propped his front legs against the bar, not exactly having the height to see above the bar or hop onto one of the chairs. "Mumma?" inquired the panda in a curious chirp, hopping back, nearly falling back onto his bum in the process, and tottering around to the side of the bar to get behind it.


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    Drinks weren't always Synthon's thing, but at a party she may as well join in on the fun. As long as it was something that masked the ethanol flavor. It was such a comforting smell and yet such an upsetting taste. The bobtail slid into the bar next to Sieg, bumping her friend a bit from the momentum. "Hi Sieg! Hey bartenders, I want the sweetest and fruitiest drink you got!"

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    SIEGLINDE

    48 moons (4 years) | She-cat | Warrior | ShadowClan
    Always pissed off


    Sieg laughed out loud at Synthon's request. "Sweetest and fruitiest, huh? That's just like you. Perhaps you want to order two with my beer so you can experiment with one of them?"


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    Synthon let out a laugh, grinning wide at Sieg's suggestion. "That sounds great! Hey make that two drinks!" She called out to the booth workers. Not that she didn't have ethanol to work with in her lab area, but if it was a really good drink she could use some analytic techniques to figure out all the ingredients to make it again another time.

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    TAGS — Sango was onto the next few customers after Chardonnay, a bit late but there nonetheless. She'd tilt her head in Joseph's direction, giving the BloodClanner a bright grin which more of less looked a little bit sly, but oh well. "Lovely ladies, I see both you and Cainsmark have a thing for that phrase." The canine drawled as Char served the canine, focusing her attention on Sieglande, then, who was not yet taken care of. A simple beer? Easy. "Gotcha," The Shadowkeeper would affirm, lifting up a bulky can from the back with blue tinted telekinesis and floating it over to thump lightly in front of the ginger feline. Snake-like tongue flickering from her fangs she'd turn her attention to the panda who has waddled up to the bar, and she honestly couldn't tell what age he was. It sounded like he said Mumma for a second, but he totally just rolled the fuck off his seat and she didn't know what to do.

    "Ah, margarita?" Yeah, the both started with an 'M', sounded legit. Still, she waited for confirmation with a confused expression. However, her attention was quickly jerked away then by Synthon, who wanted something sweet and fruity. There were a few good choices, but she had a good one in mind. "How's a mimosa?" She'd offer, listening into their conversation and snickering lightly. Of course Synthon wanted an extra to toy around with. "Two of them?"

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    SIEGLINDE

    48 moons (4 years) | She-cat | Warrior | ShadowClan
    Always pissed off


    No sooner had the beer been laid before her when she had already chugged half of it down. Sieglinde had few weaknesses, but you know what one of them was? She got drunk extremely easily. It was actually a bit pathetic for someone who drank for a solid half of her life. With a burp, she slurred, "Oh yeh. Thas what I'm talkin' 'bout."


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    Synthon turned to flash her smile at Sango, nodding eagerly. "That sounds great! Two of those with a sugar rim glass if you can." No mater how sweet the drink it could always use some extra sugar. It was the bobtail's one greatest weakness; her love of carbohydrates. Specifically sucrose.



    CYRUS;;


    When was the last time Cyrus had seriously drunk anything alcoholic? Honestly, he couldn't remember. Probably a party, moons ago- or had it been the wine that the Westerosi had given them, in late summer? The drinks they had available in the Arcane were never particularly good, or perhaps Cyrus just wasn't in contact with the members with the best supply. The nyari's thoughts were well focused on past experiences as he entered the tent, not approaching the bar just yet, and choosing to observe rather than to go up and order straight away. With his small size, he had to be more careful than other creatures with this sort of thing. His first few experiences with alcohol hadn't been good at all, as a result.


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    "Perhaps it is not that the men have similar vocabularies, but that the ladies are truly lovely." suggested Joseph with a bark-like laugh. He appeared surprised by the noise and shook his head, still unhappy with his new form. "Nice to see you again, Ms. Sango. And that sounds great, Chardonnay, thank you." he'd never had particularly special cocktails like this one before - the most he'd imbibed was some beer from a broken bottle in a desolate city street - but he expected that this would probably taste better.

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    Being a minor kind of sucked here. The boy padded up behind gray, raising a brow. The boy stared up at the others, ears pinned back. He quietly cleared his throat, staring at his feet. Do you have anything nonalcoholic? he asked nervously
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    [center][fancypost=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify][size=8]Perhaps it is not that the men have similar vocabularies, but that the ladies are truly lovely. A sly smile made itself known on her short maw as the demoness slid the mixed drink over to Joseph with her front paw before settling across the countertop from him, crossing her forelegs to rest atop it before resting her chin on them. From her newfound resting place she peered the third tier's way, something mischievous sneaking its way into her expression. "There you go monsieur, I hope you enjoy. Let me know if isn't to your tastes and I trade it out for a mojito maybe, or a beer. Whatever suits your tastes." Winking at him then she shifted off of the table from her doting school girl pose back onto her paws. At Synthon's request the demoness slipped around Sango's frame, ringing the glasses in sugar for the hellhound before passing them over and sliding over to Liam. "Sure thing sweetie, maybe a virgin strawberry daiquiri if you like your drinks fruity? It's basically a non-alcoholic strawberry slushie."
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    Synthon whipped her gaze to Chardonnay, smiling wildly. "Heck yeah! I'll take two- no, three of those! Along with the two mimosas." she let a smirk take the place of her ecstatic expression, adding "Skip the virgin part though, we're bein' promiscuous up in this bitch. Add all the alcohol you like!"

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    Liam was about to respond when Syn simply bumped in the way of the conversation. The young boy's face paled for a few seconds, his breaths erratic. The manors of some people. The boy cleared his throat, nervously taking a new seat beside the older. S-sounds lovely. he replied with a nervous smile to the bartender. He wanted to go home...
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    SIEGLINDE

    48 moons (4 years) | She-cat | Warrior | ShadowClan
    Always pissed off


    "Christ, Synthon. Do you want a killer hangover in the morning and many curses under your breath of regret?" Sieg teased, downing the rest of her beer. The bobtail didn't look like she could stomach much alcohol, but who knows? Maybe sitting around toxic fumes your entire life gives you immunity to the effects of alcohol. Now THAT would be a great incentive to take up chemistry.


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