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 Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 11:31 am
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 1:12 pm
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 1:13 pm
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The bar - that's a good idea. The bartop is dimly lit with the iBar system, and concentric neon circles gently throb around a stray glass. You look towards the bartender for guidance - feline ears and paws on this one, but at least he is human-sized. You surmise that the establishment has obviously put their pets to work.
"Good evening," he purrs, unclasping the shaker and expertly straining its contents into a glass that is quickly whisked away, "what can I get you for?" He chuckles lightly at the bad bar joke…trailing off as he eyes flicker down to the leaflet in your hand. "…But you're not just looking for a drink…are you?"
He sweeps a golden gaze around the dark room, then leans in confidentially: " The minute you walked in the joint, I could see you were a patron of distinction. You look like you can keep a secret, so here we go…
Welcome to a little something we like to informally call…Punch Club.
The first rule of Punch Club is - you do not tell Maxx and Jun about Punch Club.
The second rule of Punch Club is - you DO NOT tell Maxx and Jun about Punch Club.
Third rule of Punch Club…nah, that's it.
Just kidding! House Rules," sliding a print-out in front of you over the glass bar top, blazing a neon trail. It looks like a photo of the Rule plaque you had noticed in the lobby downstairs…with some cross-outs and a few additions scribbled into the bottom of the picture:
. HOUSE RULES .
♠ Please exercise common sense wherever necessary
♠ Guilt-tripping, pity-partying, attacking other posters - strictly prohibited
♠ All art and ideas are ©C*cktail - please do not use without permission
♠ Chatspeak is not recognised - apologies for any inconvenience caused
♠ Do not post in this journal without permission, please keep it IC if you do
♠ Stet is not for sale, trade or bribe - ladies are welcome to make grabby hands |
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 1:14 pm
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The feline bartender grins at you from across the counter, his hands busy as he creates your special cocktail – not just any cocktail, but a C*cktail, what with an asterix and everything. "I'm delighted to be doing this for you, you know," he says, and you wonder how his deft hands can measure and pour without his taking his eyes off you, "it's an absolute pleasure."
When you look down, your cocktail is done. It is pristine and perfect.
As you reach to admire it, he taps your fingers with a velveteen digit. "Finishing touches," he explains, and empties a solution from a small metal pellet into the drink. He slides a coaster under, and it is now truly complete.
You decide it's best not to drink it, now that it's obviously spiked. |
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 1:16 pm
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"Done? Good. All very simple, really. Now for the show…what is Punch Club all about, you might ask?
Let me tell you - well, okay, it's partly about punch, yes - but it's also about so much more…"
name Vanes Ennuis Stet; answers to Stet
species C*cktail; Venetian Sunset
gender Male
age Adult
eyes Strawberry red
hair The fade of a sunset, mandarin orange to ripe cherry
drink A delicious concoction of martini & rosi asti, pineapple juice and grenadine, this beverage oft tastes more like liquid candy than alcohol at all. It's a bit fruity, but don't let that fool you...
child Curious about everything and a bit of a daredevil, not taking 'no' as an answer with any type of grace. He likes to act like he's grown up and knows what's what, but he often finds ways to unintentionally show his age.
adult We probably shouldn't have let Maxwell mix this one. Fancying himself a silver-tongued devil with a soft spot for the ladies, he never misses a chance to schmooze and compliment the fairer sex. He does his best to be a gentleman, but if you've seen some of these lovely ladies, it's easy to see how he can fail from time to time. Stet likes to sing and dance on the iBar as entertainment (for himself more than anyone else, it seems), especially songs from the Sinatra era.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 1:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 3:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 3:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 3:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 3:06 pm
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