GBL-Tavern [Semi/Literate] {Paid Jobs}

This Tavern Needs A New Name!

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[Ringmaster oGNOB]

Bishop sighed and dipped his head as Nev left. He turned his attention back to Violet, but seeing her resting, he decided not to interrupt.

I smile, glad that she seems comfortable here. My sneakered feet take me to a near chair, my steps quiet. I take my seat carefully, I am an old man afterall.

[Dreamwisp]

Opening an eye he smiles noticing Bishop moving over to a chair and sitting down. However her eyes went back to the vial that was ow a solid silver crystal making her smile in triumph. Stuffing the vials back in her bag she returns her attention to what appears to be the only person left in the tavern. "So...how are you this fine evening or night rather?"

[Ringmaster oGNOB]

"Oh, satisfied, I suppose -- et toi?" Bishop answered and asked with a calm tone.

I cross one leg over the other and move my eyes from the vial she had placed into her bag to her.

[Ringmaster oGNOB]

(( Guess you had to go -- gonna bail out myself. ))

[Ringmaster oGNOB]

Bishop yawned from his make-shift bed at the bar, slowly parting his eyelids to let a slight gleam of green escape.

I start to open my eyes, they are heavy. I see no one else in the room and stifle a small laugh.

He takes a deep breath that breaks the silence of the room and sits up from his stool.

[Ringmaster oGNOB]

"Well," I mutter to myself, "I suppose I should give it a look over."

Bishop stepped around the counter and retrieved his old coat from the back of a chair. He draped it over his arm, burried one gloved hand into his pocket and started out of the tavern.

On my way out, I turn the 'open' sign to 'closed' and lock the door behind me.

[Goth Mistress Jasmine]

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She sighed as she walked back into the tavern she owned, having not wandered there for at least two weeks if not longer. She looked around the dusty room and sighed, taking in the smell of the room and coughing to the thickness of the air around her. "So lonely..." She whispered lightly to herself as she sat on the couch in the corner of the room and closed her eyes, laying her head back, and listening to the silence.
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[death13245]

Jonas slowly walked inside. He looked around the building and sighed, "I should have came here a few days ago...I feel like s**t." He walked to the bar and sat down by one of the stools.

[Goth Mistress Jasmine]

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She wandered through the doors of the old tavern where little to no one has been in a long time. The high scent of old dishes and drinks lay thick in the air, but to those who entered, it mustn't of been that bad, because even to her it was hard to smell. The chairs and counters were incredibly dusty and dirty by this time, days and days later on. She sighed as she lowered her head and brushed her hands back through her hair in a silent cry out at the pitiful look of her tavern. "Damn..." She whispered as she walked through and picked up a cloth and began to wipe it over the counters, whistling as she did so. "This place should pick up...if I hang a little..." She whispered once more to herself.
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[Ecotta of the Southlands]

Ecotta walked into the tavern slowly, looking around and taking in the new tavern. He grimaced, not liking the musty smell or the dust. "Um... Mistress." He said, his tone making it almost obvious that he didn't like it here. "Wouldn't you rather just stay at the tavern back in the castle?" He said, wiping the wooden counter top and inspecting the dust. He let out a soft sigh, starting to get the feeling he would have a more than significant impact on the cleanliness of this place.

[Goth Mistress Jasmine]

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She smiled as she heard the sound of one of her slaves and turned to greet the pet with a warm smile, placing the cloth she was using on the countertop to be able to walk towards him, leaning and kissing his cheek playfully and whispering into his ear, "Wouldn't you rather be alone with me..." She blew her warm breath into his ear then turned and walked a bit away from him, sighing in a more serious tone. "Sadly, I fear I must give up on my other pets. They are less than loyal..." Her voice spoke in a sadened voice.
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[Ecotta of the Southlands]

Her warm attitude and gentle kiss melted away his small insolent nature, replacing it with submission. "I love being alone with you, Mistress." He said happily, looking her over as she walked away. He took a step, then another to loom quietly behind her. "I'm sorry that the others displease you Mistress. I will always be loyal." He said, gently resting his hands on her shoulders.

[Goth Mistress Jasmine]

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She smiled and placed her slender fingers softly on the back of his larger hands, turning her head to him and giving him an odd grin, licking her pale lips. "Love, may I ask, what are you?" She asked, turning as she looked him over. He didn't appear like a vampire, or some kind of demon. She licked her lips once more and picked up the cloth and began to clean off the counter, watching him as she did so.
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