Silver Clover Tavern

[BrokenDollEyes]

"Why don't we do a little day drinking?"

Silver Clover Tavern

Welcome to the newest bar on the strip in an overly populated bar area. Nothing about the building is different from the next, except the glowing neon sign hanging above the door. A clover with silver light bouncing off the red brick building. No name yet everyone knows what it is. So come in and enjoy the night.

[BrokenDollEyes]

The Tavern was opened up recently from one of the oldest bar hoping woman known as Ania. Bored with the mundane life of moving to a new place time and time again, the wild hair up her a** was beating this idea into her mind. And with the money stoed up over years of travel this place became a reality.

It is just another tavern along the strip nothing special about it. Yet you are drawn into the red brick building, maybe its the lack of sign or something more. What ever it is, you are here staring at the bar. Its dark cherry wood is polished and branded with silver clovers strewn about it. The stools are top of the line with silver and red cushions. Tables for more private conversations are placed about. Music floats out of the wall from the hidden speakers, a mix of country and rock.

And finally you spot the owner of this place stationed behind the bar. Blue eyes with silver lighting streaking through them stare at you with an amused smile. Waving you further into the Tavern.

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The rules


. I am goddesses here! What i say goes.

. Follow TOS of gaia

. Fights happen, no godmodding, fight fairly!

. Im not worried about literacy, just no chat speak or ** its annoying!

. Npc a bartender is im not available, Untill i hire people.

. More rules will be in red

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Announcements will go here

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Affiliates

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This is a tavern for all races, we don't turn people away because you are different

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Ania sat down at her bar and began to sing to herself as she played with a glass. The dark amber liquid mixed against the ice as they danced together. Her gead bobbed slightly to the side while she waited on something to happen.

[Lady Lunalesca]

A hood covered the woman's face as she walked silently through the city. People stared and watched as she walked past them, but none were successful in seeing her features. That was a good thing, though, because she was a wanted woman; if they had seen her face then she knew indefinitely that someone would be called. She didn't want to be captured again and taken to that awful place. The only thing she needed to do now was locate the Orison.

She had been told many times by her grandfather about an item that could resurrect from the dead. The Orison was magic most vile. His messages about the Orison were very ambiguous, and often she thought her grandfather didn't know what he was talking about. Many people claimed the Orison was a sacred object made by the gods when their mother, Chylessa, died from giving every fiber of her being to better humanity. Others said it was the reincarnated soul of the woman that took care of the dying goddess, who recycles her soul into a newborn baby at the end of her lifespans. Either way, no matter what it was, Midsa needed it, and she was determined to find it.

Her journey had led her to this town, and she knew she was going to exhaust herself if she didn't take a quick stop. She couldn't stay long in fear of someone finding her, or someone seeing her and recognizing her face. She trekked to the brick building that bore no sign except for a neon clover, and placed her hands over the handles, gently pushing her way inside...

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Turning her head to the door the girl smiled and waved gently. It was turning out to be decent night, little business was always good. "Welcome to the silver clover, names Ania what can i get you" she smiled brightly while taking stand off of the stool. Turning around to face the hooded woman, people came from all over the planet and sometimes other plantes, dimensions etc.

Almost nothing suprised the woman anymore. Stretching out her amrs above her head,Ania awaited an order while walking behind the bar counter.


(Sorry, working nights and my schedule is off)

[Lady Lunalesca]

The girl had felt the warmth of the building greet her; caressing her with warm, welcome hugs. A somewhat contented smile finally leaving traces of comfort and happiness in its wake. She inhaled deeply and slowly, taking in the smell of the drinks and food that could be readily available whenever she called for it.

The woman at the counter had turned her attention to the girl and tossed her a wave, which Midsa returned, followed by a quick nod of acknowledgment. She thought for a minute; should she be able to let her guard down and relax here? It was just her and the woman at the counter in the building at the moment, but it was still too risky. Not until she knew the girl could be trusted.

"Hello," she began as she sat at the bar. "Please...just water. I'm afraid I don't have enough coin for anything expensive. I can't stay too long, anyway."

[BrokenDollEyes]

"Don't worry about coin, pick your poison." She statrd while picking up a glass and scoopong some ice into it before filling it with water from the conveniently placed pitcher behind the counter. She would fill the first order but money wasnt the issue. Never had been an issue for her. Placing it on the counter she wiped her hands on a random bar rag.

"Besides first person of the night itll be on the house"

A cheery laugh was given while the girl began to tidy up the bottles in the ice down. Anything to keep busy while the customer decided on what to get

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Ania moved behind the bar with cat like grace, dirty rag in one hand and clean glasses in the other. Head bobbing slightly to the music that pounded out of the wall. Western heel of her boots clanked against the wood of the floor as she moved. Glasses placed there and rag tossed into the trash. The Silver Clover was coming along nicely if she did say so herself. Not yet the most popular bar upon the strip but it would do for now.

Hands folding under her breast the fae took a sharp look around. The smell of stale cigarettes and beer floated in the air. It was a signature smell most places had, the smell of bar. Thas the only way to explain it honestly. The smell that triggered either happy or miserable memories. But everyone knows the smell and they flock back to it. Spinning upon the heel of boot Ania busied herself as best she could.

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Bumpy

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Bump

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(Mhmm reopen?)