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 Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 11:55 am
The overall atmosphere is homey. This bar, this meeting place, has seen its fair share of patrons over the years. The wooden bar and benches have all been neatly polished, the floor freshly swept. Bright green shamrocks and glittering gold coins adorn various areas throughout the bar. There's even a corner sectioned off for photos with props for those inclined to make memories.
The music playing in the background is a varying assortment of Irish punk and classic favorites with the concessional special request via the jukebox in the corner that for today only contains nothing more than shanties and pub songs. There are two persons tending the bar and number of waitstaff hovering around to take orders from those who've opted to find a table or a booth. The dance floor has been cleared for those interested in milling and mingling there as opposed to around the bar.
Not just for drinking green beer, today it's about being together too. Enjoy a brief reprieve, good food, good drink and good company here at Shenanigans.
[ OOC Notice - This ORP takes place in an establishment that is only for characters who are twenty-one years of age or older as of March 17th, 2019. It should be assumed that there is someone checking IDs at the door and anyone without proper identification will be denied entry.
This ORP is for civilians only. Any and all shenanigans should be of a non-powered nature. ]
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 12:18 pm
Gwilym O'keefe -- Bill [ x] As someone who'd spent a number of years working the bar staff side of St Pat's events it was odd to be stepping foot inside of an establishment knowing that he wasn't here to do a job. He wasn't being paid to break up fights or escort anyone out if they managed to sneak in past the man at the door. He'd flashed his ID like everyone else waiting outside, held his wrist out for a white paper bracelet with green shamrocks adorning it and slid inside. He'd picked up enough odd jobs and basic handyman contracts to put money in his pocket, setting aside what he needed to cover bills for the month before heading out to enjoy himself. He'd been back in Destiny City for a little over a year now and he'd yet to do much by way of making friends and this -- well, this was a way to start, right? Outside of volunteer work and dog-walking for the shelter, what better way to meet people than mingling at a bar? He could hear his boots on the hardwood floors as he came off of the stairs, heading over to the bar to see what they had on tap and what the menu was. He had enough money to open up a tab, setting himself up with a spending limit to start off with -- not that he saw himself drinking too much but he knew this city well enough to know that strange things happened and he wanted to have something in place just in case. Not to be caught without his green on, Bill had tied a green flannel around his waist after removing it. The more bodies found their way inside the warmer the pub would be, and even if someone missed the green on his flannel he still at least had the green eyes... And a green knot-work shamrock on his black shirt. He was well prepared to avoid being pinched. He hoped....
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 12:41 pm
Calliope Clearwater [ x] Having attended gradeschool in Destiny City and remaining in town up until graduation, Calliope Clearwater had taken the first train out of town the moment she'd gotten an acceptance letter for college the next state over. She'd lived through her fair share of strange happenings and decided that for once she wanted to focus on herself -- chasing her dreams, being her own person, living her best life. Something had brought her back and it was just in time to pick up a cute dress and head out to a bar to meet people and maybe sample one or two of the local craft beers to know whether or not her own home brewed concoctions would hold up in any way. Calliope flashed her ID at the door, blowing a kiss to the person perched there to collect the cover charge after paying her fee, filtering her way down into the heart of the pub to have a bit of fun.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 2:17 pm
Zachary Bantock XIt was a strange feeling when he stepped into the bar, and was accepted to boot. He took a deep breath and adjusted the Shirt that he’d picked up somewhere. Green beer wasn’t something he ever thought he’d go out for, but it seemed interesting to do at least. If anyone tried to pinch him despite the shirt he was utterly done though.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 2:39 pm
Annabel Mikael -- Wolf [ x ]
Wolf rolled a shoulder, fishing out her ID and flashing it at the door to the pub. She'd been legal for a few years now, but it was still odd to her to have a legit ID to get into a bar. The door man raised an eyebrow at her; her hair certainly wasn't as short as it used to be. She responded in kind and he snorted, waving her through.
Green beer huh? Sounded like fun. Wolf stepped up to the bar, next to a blue haired young man and ordered one of those fun beers from the bar keep. She looked like she was going to kick someone's a**, not drink booze until the night ended, but at least she bore a green flannel shirt.
It might be a perverse of the Irish culture, but she wanted to avoid being pinched. Mostly for the other person's sake.
"Oi!" she said to the young man, giving a grin.endejester have a tall amazon viking woman
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 3:16 pm
Cordelia Carden [ x] Cordelia didn't actually own any green shirts, that she could remember. She had an army green coat, however, so when it was decided that they were heading out on St Patrick's Day she decided that was what she was wearing out. It was tossed on over a fitted black tank top, hanging a pendant with a celtic knot raven around her neck, hanging just a bit lower than an emerald pendant that had once belonged to her grandmother. Arriving a bit earlier than their intended meeting time, Cordelia sent a text to her boyfriend letting him know that she was going to head inside to secure a table for them so they could enjoy dinner along with whatever else the evening had in store. Neither of them were really much for heavy drinking, as had become standard over the years for the Americanized version of the holiday, but good food was hard to pass up on days when establishments they enjoyed were running specials on them.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 3:33 pm
Thanos Barabutes [ x ]
Ah drinking holidays, days where it was socially acceptable to drink until you were wasted and then some. He was kinda sad that he couldn't bring Ezra, but he'd texted him saying he'd snapchat all the drunk pics. He tied his auburn hair into a messy bun, scratching at the stubble on his cheek and settled into a high chair by one of the tables, drink in hand.
[Mistress Morbid] Rockin' the bun today Ezzy.
He sent the pic off, a shameless selfie. He didn't care. Ez made his whole life just... better, and he wasn't gunna leave his squeeze out of this just because he was under age.
The hunky Greek-American leaned back in his hair, teal eyes made all the more brighter by the shamrock green shirt he wore. Not that he didn't mind pinching, but he had to get in the spirit of things, ya know?
Quote: Thanos is open for interactions!
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 4:15 pm
Fritz St. James
Fritz owned a lot of green things, being the redheaded, green eyed English man that he was, but most of it was a dark, forest green rather than anything bright or neon. He was wearing one of those forest green things now; a dark cableknit sweater that was just light enough to not overheat and just warm enough for the windy weather.
He stepped inside the place, glancing around to find Cordelia, and spotted her at a table near the side, Fritz wending his way through the crowds (carefully avoiding touching anyone in the process) and finally managed to reach her, a smile tugging at his lips.
Fritz touched her shoulder gently to get her attention, and then leaned down to give her a very light kiss before sliding into the seat across from her.
"Hello," he said, leaning back in his chair, eyes twinkling. "Fancy meeting you here."
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 4:41 pm
Mags Butler
While going "out" usually involved heading to work or either patrolling, Margaret Butler, for once, found herself going out to perform neither task for a change. It was a rare event, not donning a frilly dress or a worn out apron, walking around in casual jeans and a flannel shirt.
The weather was nice, if not a little bit chilly. She'd thrown on a flannel shirt over one of her normal, plain shirts and stuffed her hands in her pockets as she strolled down the sidewalk. There were a couple bucks still in her pocket from leftover tips - a nice change of pace from having every single dollar dedicated towards bills. She'd debated picking up something for dinner but... well.
For whatever reason, she didn't want to be alone, for a change.
Which is how she managed to find herself outside of an odd lookin' place of business, something called Sheenaniguns. It was a peculiar joint but it seemed to be decorated for the holiday (she'd plum forgot about the holiday, truth be told) and festive enough to draw her in.
Everyone indoors was helping themselves to beer and appetizers, the loud ruckus immediately helping Mags feel like she was at home, hanging out with a bunch of galoots and rowdy farmhands.
Maybe her day off wouldn't be so bad, after all.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 5:06 pm
Calliope Drink in hand Calliope pushed off of the bar, heading out to the social floor to do a little schmoozing. She hadn't come back to Destiny City to just sit around on the outskirts of it all. She'd come to make friends and talk to people and see what kind of connections she could set up for herself again. She decided to start with the tall, lanky blonde. Ladies weren't usually her cup of tea when it came to tall and handsome, but she wasn't one to knock anything without giving it a whirl. The woman looked comfortable in her own skin, brightening up when she seemed to realize that this bar was filled with something that resonated with her on some level. Calliope could understand that -- there was certainly something to be said about a joint that had as many beers on tap or by bottle as this place had. "You don't have a drink in your hand, friend. We should do something about that, don't you think? Unless you're a dinner first kind of gal."
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 5:24 pm
Cordelia Her attention had been on the revelers as she'd idly rubbed at the raven pendant, fiddling with her necklace as a distraction up until the moment she felt a touch on her shoulder. The touch was so light, so gentle, that she knew it could only be one person and she would have been immensely surprised to turn her head and see anyone other than Fritz St. James hovering above her. "My, don't you look charming this evening..." Her smile was bright, storm-colored eyes dancing with mirth and adoration. She resisted the urge to hold her hand out for his by drawing one of the menus from the wooden pocket attached to the wall of their booth instead. "Didn't have too much trouble making it through the crowd, did you? Almost a pity we missed the parade earlier..." Cordelia wasn't really a fan of parades and the dry tone of her voice implied that rather heavily as she glanced up to Fritz over the edge of her menu upon opening it. There were too many people, too many opportunities for something to go wrong. Thank heavens St Pat's didn't seem to be a holiday that anyone had decided to use to their nefarious advantage... "Fancy a green beer?" she teased, that trace of amusement returning to her features as she tried to hide a grin.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2019 6:03 pm
He glanced over, arching an eyebrow in surprise before giving a small nod of greeting. “Hello.” He Said with a small nod of greeting. “Happy… Saint Patricks day?” He added after a moment. He ordered a beer, a dark one hoping that they at least wouldn’t have tried to dye the Guinness green.
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2019 7:31 pm
Mags Butler
Almost immediately, one of the gals at the bar peeled away and made her way towards Mags. She was a real friendly type, which was both funny and relaxin' at the same time. Most folks liked to keep to themselves but maybe with the holiday and all, folks were coming out of their shells and stretchin' their legs or however that expression went.
She gave the blue haired girl a puzzled look at her question -- sure, they could do something about there not being a beer in her hand but what did dinner have to do with anything?
"Dinner first? Honestly, ah came just for the drinks."
Heaven knew she couldn't afford much more than a single drink or two.
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2019 5:43 pm
Calliope Clearwater "Came just for the drinks? Fantastic. Then let's get you one and me another." Calliope flashed the young woman a bright grin despite her puzzled look. If food became part of the equation, or even a necessity of some sort at some point, they would worry about that. Or she would worry about that if her new friend remained unconcerned. "Name's Calliope. If that's too long you can call me anything you'd like as long as it's not 'Late for Dinner' or 'Hey You'." The hand holding on to the beer mug was nearly extended to the other woman up until she realized what she was doing, drawing it back quickly to extend her free hand instead.
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2019 1:26 pm
Mags Butler
The other lady was smilin' which was a good sign in Margaret Butler's book. It was clear that she'd made the right decision of slipping into this particular pub because the inhabitants seemed pretty gosh darn friendly, right off the bat no less.
"Calliope. That's a fun one," she offered in return, snortin' a laugh at the latter comment. Clever gal, it seemed! "Mine is Mags, pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mz. Calliope."
Mags motioned towards the bartender, trying to imply she wanted the same as her companion was having to drink. It took a moment to grab his attention but soon enough, she had her own beer mug to work on.
"You been here long? Ah ain't late to the party, right?"
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