--:::------::------------------->⛥<--------------------::------:::--- Where: Captain's Deck bar With: Tony Age 23 Orientation: Gay, Single Status: Relaxing with Tony Address: 1423 Doux --:::------::------------------->⛥<--------------------::------:::--- "Of course with you. Besides if I can get you drunk enough you won't have the strength to harass me about training." he jested back and grinned. Of course it was clear he was just pulling Tony's leg. He did enjoy spending time with them. While Tony lamented his day, Zayid couldn't help but chuckle at the end of it. That did sound like typical teenagers. The man couldn't imagine even being with a group of them. Even back in his days in Texas he had always been the one most conscious about his scent and appearance. It was something that had often drawn the jesting of his fellow members. Not that it ever bothered Zayid, he just didn't want to be so lacks on hygiene as they. "Oh I can only imagine. I try not to be stuck with a bunch of teenagers at places as the gym.
But sounds like you get a full whiff of it in your line of work my friend." he replied. Zayid was glad he didn't need to worry about that as much. The man smiled and nodded. "I'm glad it has been a nice day. For me it has been a general store day. Though along the end of it some dude came walking in that gave me a feeling he was a bit off with how he interacted with one of my colleagues. Other than that it has been uneventful." It was about all he could say about his own day. It had been relatively quiet with general customers and some normal questions about best food and such. Their conversation about work was soon pushed aside when they arrived at the bar that Tony had in mind though. For Zayid it was more because he was surprised by what he saw.
He had seen the ship from a distance but up until now he had not considered it to be a club or bar. It was quite inventive. Hearing Tony about getting inside as dry as possible, Zayid smiled and nodded. They quickly got out and the moment the car had been locked they made a run for the bar. It gave Zayid another moment to once again appreciate his friend picking him up by car. If he had walked home for example he would have been soaked. Perhaps he should invest in a license and car if rainstorms like this were more common than he thought. Thankfully they arrived inside without to much rain getting on them and Zayid looked around as they walked to the bar.
"This is a very unexpected use of a ship. Ingenious." he replied to his friend as they arrived at the bar and sat down. The Arab could see why Tony loved it so much. Everyone had some sort of enjoyment towards pirates and ships and alcohol were two things that were a common theme. Whoever came up with this bar and it's concept was a genius. Before he could say so however they were greeted the barkeeper. It looked like the service was a fast one too. Zayid glanced at the menu of drinks and then smiled when he noticed an old time favorite. "I'll have a Black Russian please." he said to the barkeep and looked back at Tony. "Do you come here a lot?" he asked them curiously. "It looks very interesting and it seems like it isn't only a bar either." Of course most dancers to Zayid's knowledge were female, so he had no interest in those, but he did like the ambiance of the place a lot already.
With:Zayid l Activity:Driving with Zayid l Status:Healthy l Relationship Status:Single
When they were still in the car Tony would have laughed at the others comment and grinned a little bit in amusement over it"Nice to know!"and then of course as he finished lamenting about his day of work and he chuckled a little bit before nodding his head"Oh yes, I got a nose full for several hours. You'd think I'd be nose blind to it by then but damn...it just doesn't stop!"their parents really needed to have a talk with them about personal hygiene because that was the worst in his opinion. As he proceeded to listen to Zayid's day he couldn't help but frown a little bit when he spoke about some guy coming in and gave him a bad feeling"Well I mean as long as nothing happened then it was a good day at least!"he understood what Zayid meant though, sometimes there's just that oddball who gives you a bad feeling. Usually they're harmless but still those kinds of people can keep you on edge. Once they were finally inside the bar he smiled a little bit and nodded his head"Yeah, it is a pretty neat thing to do"he just liked it for the chill atmosphere more than anything else personally. That and the drinks were pretty good as well! Once their drinks were ordered Tony would glance over and shrug his shoulders"Once in awhile when I feel like I need a drink, usually only once or twice a week"he replied honestly. Just like everyone else Tony enjoyed a good drink every now and then and besides any sugars in the alcoholic drinks he ordered were usually very little compared to other things out there. He then grinned a little bit when the other man pointed out the dancers that were floating around the bar"Yeah, the girls here are pretty easy on the eyes"he commented with a disinterested grin before turning back to Zayid"You looking for a dance? I'm sure I can hook you up if you want"he laughed a little bit, elbowing the other man with an amused look on his face.
--:::------::------------------->⛥<--------------------::------:::--- Where: Captain's Deck bar With: Tony Age 23 Orientation: Gay, Single Status: Relaxing with Tony Address: 1423 Doux --:::------::------------------->⛥<--------------------::------:::--- The man nodded when Tony replied to him about the ship. It was quite incredible. Zayid couldn't help but wonder if it was also able to float as well. That would be even more impressive, a sailing ship bar. But even without that, this bar definitely had a great ambiance and it already would be noted mentally for the young man. He would definitely come back more often, but for now he focused more on his friend and chuckled. "Not much of a drinker huh?" he asked and grinned.
Zayid hadn't drank amazingly much, but he had been at bars more than he could count. Here was just to hoping this one would not end up with a bar brawl or two. It had something that had been quite common in Texas, not even by Zayid and his comrades. It just happened to see a lot of fights. The Arab would rather enjoy this place just as they were now: laid back and relaxed. As he commented about the girls though, Zayid had not meant anything specific, it had just been an observation.
When Tony offered to buy him a dance it surprised the man and he blinked for a moment before he chuckled and shook his head. "No, no thank you. It doesn't interest me." he replied truthfully and chuckled. After all he didn't fall for females and without that sense of attraction, such dances would probably be wasted on him anyhow. And unlike some, Zayid made no secret about his sexuality, he saw no reason to really. When their drinks were brought by, Zayid thanked the barkeep and drank some. It tasted just as great as he knew it back at Texas. It was good to have some again. While locked up there was no alcohol after all. Zayid looked at Tony curiously. If anything he wanted to learn more about his new friend. His friend seemed rather surprised when Zayid mentioned he wanted to hang out with Tony.
"What about you? Why don't you go for a dance?" the Arab asked and smiled. If going to a bar together wasn't a good time to learn more about each other while enjoying a drink together, than what was? He was curious if Tony was even into such things. Not everyone liked night club dancers. To Zayid it depended really. Back in Texas he had occasionally enjoyed a dance and even a night with a male escort. Before he had made the choice to turn his life around. But females had never attracted him.
It was finally her first day back onto the job. How long had it been since she actually worked last? With all the craziness that went down a few weeks prior, it was difficult to tell. Luckily for her, it didn't seem like her work day would be too hectic since she was just doing some easy work. Instead of hitting the stage, her boss seemed okay with her doing light work until she was mentally and physically up to hitting the poles once more. While she did lose some weight, over the few weeks, Ceres was slowly gaining it back. She wasn't nearly as filled out as she was before, but at least her outfits weren't slipping off! Ironic for a burlesque dancer, huh? For a little while, the Dryad was just going around, liquor bottle in hand, and just refilled the drinks of the patrons while keeping up with some small talk. " Okay... Not too bad, not too bad... " Ceres thought to herself as she kept herself and the customers entertained. Some were going on about how they missed her and whatnot. The others were mainly gawking at the new ring she had acquired over to time gone. Of course, they were going to ask her about it. Instead of spilling out all of the gruesome details over her engagement ring, Ceres sort of told a white lie, saying that he had surprised her over dinner. That was definitely a much better story then the truth which was him basically proposing to her since he thought he was dying. Yeah... Crazy night...
"Night never ending The weapons we bring are our souls You know, You know You know what it means to feel real So rise up, claim the sky We fight, We fight Night never ending."
Drizyrr♞Zaulyl
Drizyrr had followed her to work, with her permission, of course. At some point he would need to go back to his job if he even still had one, but they seemed rather sympathetic to his plight when he explained that he was still trying to figure out how to operate things with only one arm (of course the one that was already missing fingers.) Partially his reason for coming today was to involve himself in a somewhat more complex albeit routine task for him: guarding his love against unruly patrons. If he could still dismember and/or otherwise maim patrons both in the bar and out back without too much trouble, then he would know he was doing alright. But mainly he was there because it was his belovèd's first day back and he wanted to make sure everything went ok. She had made terrific progress since the event, and he would not let some drunken sod ruin any of it. To that effect, he had changed up his rules: if anyone made her uncomfortable, the offending part was removed; indulgences (ie drinks) could only be used to have him overlook minor transgressions such as actions that would only garner a strange look from her; however, if anyone dared make her cry, their life would be immediately forfeit. He didn't bother announcing this change, he had never announced the rules to begin with, but he was quite certain that one look from him would tell the patrons all they needed to know. Of course, that would cut down on his bribe intake, but that was a cost he did not mind paying. Even so, a couple of the regulars went ahead and bought him a few drinks, just to stay on his good side. Yep, he rather much liked working here. Maybe one day he could actually get a job as a guard for this establishment, so long as they gave him the same hours as Ceres.
"Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.
He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.
Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast"
"Willing zombies walk the streets Golden age, dead century Brothers, sisters, lovers, wh*res Casualties of long and lost wars Dead. dead. dead We're a degeneration Get it on The same old song Everyday it will be the same Listen to the song that still remains Under violent clouds we break No time for healing again and again"
Saorise☥O'Crom
Even though she had gotten a bit smashed yesterday and who knows what she had ended up saying, this morning she woke up fresh as rain in her own bed, and was perfectly ready for work. She quickly got dressed, ate a hearty breakfast, visited her pony for a little while, then had him take her to work. True, a lot of times she walked, but the weather was miserable and she didn’t want to get all hot and sweaty and ruin her look, so she would trust Mavourneeen to convey her and then Mavourneen could find her way back home. She was good at that, so Saorise had perfect faith in her. Mavourneen stepped right up to the door before she waited for Saorise to dismount. Once Saorise was off of her back, she nonchalantly turned and headed back home. Saorise straightened out her attire then headed into the bar as if it was an everyday occurrence to see a horse convey someone to work and then just leave.
As soon as she entered the bar, she noticed a presence she had not been expecting to see: Ceres! the only other thicc girl who worked here! Before she even bothered with customers, she rushed over to the woman, ”Ceres! It’s so good to see you back! Is everything ok?” Just then she noticed the ring and couldn’t help but gasp. ”You’re engaged now! With that handsome dark knight over there, right? Wow, he really is a catch, you go girl!” Ceres was looking a little on the not-so-good side, which probably meant that more had been going on than a courtship, but that wasn’t her business as of yet. If Ceres wanted to talk about things with her, then she was certainly willing to listen, but Saorise was not one to pry.
"Another mother's breakin' Heart is takin' over When the violence causes silence We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme Since nineteen-sixteen In your head, in your head, they're still fightin' With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their guns In your head, in your head, they are dyin'"
Relationship:Single
Mood:Excited
Ooc:No guarantee Ceres has ever even met Saorise...
Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2019 9:35 pm
Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ ＳxxxＣ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ
❀The Protective Dryad❀ Dryad Form:
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While in the midst of socializing, a familiar voice rang in her ears as quick as the figure had rushed over to her. It was Saorise! She hadn’t seen her smiling face in a while! ” S-Saorise!! “ The little dryad muttered out as she quickly left the group she was conversing with and just threw her arms over her for a big hug. Ceres had to be careful, however! One wrong move and she knew that the Dullahan’s head would come rolling off. She didn’t want to cause a stir on her first day back! Upon the big embrace, Ceres was quick to notice the difference in their figures. The two used to be about the same curviness, but it was quite clear how much weight she had really lost over the weeks she had went MIA. Heh, for someone who wanted to be smaller, Ceres sure as hell couldn’t wait to get back to her normal weight again!
Before her mind even went down that self-conscious route, the topic of her ring came back up. ” Oh, right! Speaking of “handsome dark knight” … “ Pulling away from her thicc work buddy, Ceres hurried over to where her soon-to-be fiance was. She planted a sweet kiss on his cheek before she had whispered into his ear. ” You’ve got your daggers on you, right? “ While normally, she would be against him bringing them to the bar, after that whole event, she was more than okay if he had brought some along to protect himself now. One could say a bit of her innocence was gone after that night, but that still didn’t mean she didn’t see the good in people. It was just… going to take some time now. If anything, that fight made her less naive about people.
"Night never ending The weapons we bring are our souls You know, You know You know what it means to feel real So rise up, claim the sky We fight, We fight Night never ending."
Drizyrr♞Zaulyl
He watched her interacting with...Saorise, he thought was her name. They were friends, so he was not particularly worried about the interaction, though of course instincts that refused to die kept his eyes seeking out any sort of poison or daggers. At this distance, there wasn't much he could do if Saorise had decided to go in for the kill, but he could probably do something. By the time she approached him, there were three full drinks set out before him, one empty one, and was starting on another one. He cocked an eyebrow when she asked if he had any daggers on him. "I packed light today, only six regular and two poisoned. Why? Did something happen?" Was he really losing his edge that badly that he hadn't noticed something transpire which made her worry? He would say that maybe that meant he needed to lay off the drinks, but he hadn't had many as of yet. She had been speaking with some of the patrons, but that had been brief and frankly he hadn't seen much going on between them. The longest interaction had been with Saorise. Had that woman done something to upset his belovèd? He was glaring daggers towards the other woman and were his hand not currently occupied with stroking her cheek, he would have been reaching for one of his daggers. He was used to dealing with customers, but there was nothing in his credo forbidding him from killing coworkers who messed with her.
"Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.
He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.
Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast"
Relationship:Engaged
Mood:Coldly Homicidal
Pain:⚕︎ ⚕︎ ⚕︎ ⚕︎ ⚕︎
Ooc:Reply pt. 1 done
Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2019 10:16 am
Cho-Cho Twain
"Willing zombies walk the streets Golden age, dead century Brothers, sisters, lovers, wh*res Casualties of long and lost wars Dead. dead. dead We're a degeneration Get it on The same old song Everyday it will be the same Listen to the song that still remains Under violent clouds we break No time for healing again and again"
Saorise☥O'Crom
Well, whatever had happened, at least Ceres was still the same lovable Ceres to her friends, and that was a huge matter. Saorise couldn't imagine how horrible it would be if her one ageless friend started avoiding her. She hugged back just as tightly as she was hugged, perturbed by the decided lack of squish where there had been plenty before, but maybe Ceres had been seeking a change, or maybe Ceres had been sick and she was still recovering. Either way, she would support her friend no matter what. "You go get him, Tiger!" She had to admit, she was a little jealous that her friend had landed a drow, but there were plenty of unique people around here, and she was sure that eventually she would land a good one. Unlike Ceres, she kind of liked the more mortal aspect of other species. While she didn't like saying goodbye, she wasn't really one for being in stasis, so she enjoyed the idea of having a good long romance and then moving on, and that was something she had found in her previous human mates. But who knows, maybe spouse number seven would be something other than human and she would like that. Anything could happen.
She pulled herself out of her thoughts in time to see the drow in question was glaring at her menacingly. What did I do!? Oh no, he's deadly and I am squishy, I hope I can either apologize fast enough, or Ceres smooths things over before I become part of the body count. She backed away out of sight and headed to the staff room to get her stuff. Hopefully that would be enough time for her name to be cleared.
"Another mother's breakin' Heart is takin' over When the violence causes silence We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme Since nineteen-sixteen In your head, in your head, they're still fightin' With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their guns In your head, in your head, they are dyin'"
Good! He had some daggers on him! She didn't think that there would be the day that she would feel relieved that he had his weapons on him, but today seemed to be it. Watching as he suspiciously side eyed Saorise, Ceres chuckled before pressing her cheek into his. " No, no, no~ Nothing happened, I was just curious dear. Try to play nice. " The Dryad said reassuringly while smothering her fiance again with another kiss to the face. Her head soon turned to find Saorise, but she was gone! Ceres only saw a glimpse of her figure retreating towards the back work area. Oof, looked like she got scared off thanks to Driz. Maybe she should tell her that she was in the clear. " Alright, I should probably go check on her. Try not to get too drunk tonight, love~ " With that said, she gave him a little wave goodbye before scampering off to find Saorise.
In the back, Ceres poked her head into the staff room doorway with a bit of a giggle. " Why'd you run off? He wasn't going to bite you! " The Dryad teasingly said as she sat down in one of the chairs placed in the room. She guessed even though her and Driz were gone for a long while that he still had some intimidation skills still left in him. He might've been a guard dog to other people, but he really was a sweet teddy bear!
"Night never ending The weapons we bring are our souls You know, You know You know what it means to feel real So rise up, claim the sky We fight, We fight Night never ending."
Drizyrr♞Zaulyl
He sighed his relief, "made me think I was losing my edge there for a moment. Well, don't worry, I will be keeping an eye on you all night, so no one will even think of bothering you." He only smirked at the notion of playing nice. It was a decidedly subjective term, and by some people's standards, he was very nice. By this society's standards he wasn't, but oh well, he didn't care so much about that. "Please do apologize on my behalf if I worried her. She seemed to take flight quite quickly after I glanced her way." Yes, he could be civil when he wanted to be, and he wanted to be civil around people that Ceres cared for. As soon as she left, he cast a haughty look around the room, cowing a few of the patrons. They already knew that he was promised to her, was her guardian, and that any who messed with her were in trouble. He went back to his drink, content in the knowledge that things would likely go smoothly today, just what his love deserved on her first day back. Who knows, if things went well, he might even apologize to Saorise? "I will stay sober enough to protect you, I promise. Though who knows, I might just get sufficiently sauced to lose a few inhibitions, if that would please you?" They had only tried it that once, and apparently liked it, but it was just too soon for Drizyrr. Now, with the biggest threat against him removed, he thought he might actually be able to lighten up a little and have some fun while he still had some life in him.
"Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would ne'er be sick or slain Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the dapple grey And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day.
He's laid his hand on his hunting horn and with his dying breath Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his grey hawk mew As out of the misty morning light his ghostly greyhounds flew.
Waillee waillee my noble lord who wakes me from my rest There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast"
"Willing zombies walk the streets Golden age, dead century Brothers, sisters, lovers, wh*res Casualties of long and lost wars Dead. dead. dead We're a degeneration Get it on The same old song Everyday it will be the same Listen to the song that still remains Under violent clouds we break No time for healing again and again"
Saorise☥O'Crom
Saorise was in the back swapping out her things when Ceres approached. "Well, I did need ta be getting ready. I weren't so afraid of his bite much as his daggers. He's a sweet man and a good catch, but he's a warrior and protective to boot. I doubt he'd ever hurt ye, but I also doubt he'd pause even a moment if he had to slay someone threatening you. That look he flashed me, it was predatory as anything. I knew if me name weren't cleared, I'd be in some serious trouble." She finished getting ready before turning back to Ceres. "Nough of that though, when ye two hitching? Taking yer time, or got any time constraints growing?" It was sort of a roundabout way to ask about such things and probably not something you would ask most people, but she doubted if Ceres would mind. She was quite certain that the two women were fairly close, sharing a great many qualities that most of the people around here knew nothing of. Come to think of it, she wasn't really sure she knew what Ceres's opinion of matrimony and family and all of that was. While obviously she seemed open to marrying Drizyrr, was she upset that he had a limited lifespan, or was she ok with it? Was she the type to start going crib shopping right after the wedding, or was that something that just wouldn't happen? So many interesting details, details that she heard from those with a limited lifespan, but she rarely got to hear from one who was ageless like her. And even from her limited knowledge, she knew ageless people had varying opinions on the matter.
"Another mother's breakin' Heart is takin' over When the violence causes silence We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme Since nineteen-sixteen In your head, in your head, they're still fightin' With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their guns In your head, in your head, they are dyin'"
Relationship:Single
Mood:Curious
Ooc:She's so nosy sometimes...
Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2019 9:01 pm
Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｅ ＳxxxＣ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ
❀The Protective Dryad❀ Dryad Form:
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Heh, perhaps Driz was more protective of her than she thought. She knew he would always pop up at work to check up on her and keep super handsy customers at bay, but she didn't really think he'd go as far as to intimidate her co-workers, too. Well, Ceres didn't mind it if it were the ones that were picking on her, but lately even they started to act a bit nicer to her. The dryad would have to thank him somehow! Maybe she could buy more oranges? She was taken out of her own thoughts when Saorise asked about when the wedding was going to be. To her own dismay, Ceres's face flashed a bright red. " Time constraints...? G-Growing? I'm a bit embarrassed to admit it, but... we hadn't really even talked much about when the wedding is going to be. " Now, Ceres saw a whole bunch of weddings on TV or even in magazines, but she actually hadn't attended a wedding at all before. Her kind didn't really have a concept of marriage at all. It was mainly a human thing as much as she was concerned. In her mind, it was just a fancier way of mating for life.
She wiggled a bit sheepishly in her seat as she had twiddled her thumbs. " This is my first EVER marriage... so I'm kinda new at this sorta thing. Hehe... I'm not really sure what to expect or what to do in order to get prepared, honestly. " While she wasn't too pressed on who would be invited, it did make her feel a bit sad in thought. If Nyx were still around... would she come? Hell, if she was still in touch with her "family" would they have even came? It all put a slight frown on her face to even think about it. That wound was still fresh even after all that time past, especially with Nyx's death re-opening it with ease.
"Willing zombies walk the streets Golden age, dead century Brothers, sisters, lovers, wh*res Casualties of long and lost wars Dead. dead. dead We're a degeneration Get it on The same old song Everyday it will be the same Listen to the song that still remains Under violent clouds we break No time for healing again and again"
Saorise☥O'Crom
She got the feeling that Ceres hadn't necessarily understood what she was insinuating, and given how sheepish she was getting, she was rather glad she hadn't. Or was it just a quick attempt at covering up that Saorise had guessed correctly? Eh, the former seemed more likely. "Not sure I'll be much help on te matter, I haven't been t'a wedding in ages. Last one was..." oh geez, she really had to think back on that one. "My sixth and last one was in te sixth century. And te last one I attended was me daughter's, which was only about twenty years later. But...from what I observed tween those weddings was that there weren't really a formula for them. Just do what seems right, and legal. I heard these days, ye can just mosey to te courthouse and sign a few things and be married. If'n a wedding not really yer thing, ye can save money that way." Hopefully that was reassuring, at least a little, mostly because she didn't want Ceres to be upset, but also a little bit because she didn't want to incur further wrath from Drizyrr. "I guess...jus talk ta him. See what ye both want from it. Might be less an ordeal than ye think."
"Another mother's breakin' Heart is takin' over When the violence causes silence We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme Since nineteen-sixteen In your head, in your head, they're still fightin' With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their guns In your head, in your head, they are dyin'"
