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 Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 8:55 am
-The Windmill-  Settled pretty far off from any nearby residents can be found the Windmill, recently upgraded to bar & casino, & strip club. The outside of it is innocent enough, for various reasons, though mainly to avoid the typical argument of it not fitting with the town. On the inside, it is far the opposite. Colorful lights, music, booze, food, girls and guys, what's not to love? The joint basically divides itself in three parts, the bar, the lounge, and the private. The bar could be the quietest area of the joint, that is if you don't meet with a chatty drunk. The lounge is for those who don't mind going after the employees, while the private is for those high-paying customers who prefer, well private sessions. There are two rooms at each side from the top of the staircase which are the female and male changing rooms for the employees. It has received a new addition, a casino, located at the lower level of the building. It had simply been an area dedicated for storage, but a recent proposition and deal with a male from the island led to the development of the casino. So come in, relax, and let Alice and her kids give you a break. Just don't cross the line you pervert.
Open: 8:00PM - 3:00AM
Closed: Mondays and Holidays
Bar/Strip Club Workers:
Owner
Strippers:
Bartender:
Bouncer:
Casino Owner/Manager:
Dealer:
Waiter/Waitress:
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 10:49 am
 
Of course June and the group didn't automatically head over to the bar immediately after leaving the town square. That would mean showing up at the Windmill at two o'clock only to see that it wasn't open yet. Instead, they went home and got things settled before going out. June of course had to put away his supplies as well as shower, change, and eat. So by the time he arrived, it was already eight. Him and Mac were of course the first ones there, the redhead wanting to start early. Though June didn't mind, he made sure to text Yuri when they had left, so he shouldn't have to wait long before she arrived. Which was good, cause the blonde did not enjoy drinking alone. And why was he alone? Because his friend had already ditched him to do whatever it is he did at bars. The artist didn't care though, he just sat up at the bar and ordered a rum and coke from the bartender on shift. He rotated back and forth on the bar stool, looking around the still empty bar. It had been awhile since he came out for a drink. He didn't dislike drinking but... He never did it often, it didn't appeal to him like it did Mac. Though nothing about the Windmill appealed to June as it did Mac.
Mac loved the Windmill. Though, contrary to his belief, it probably didn't love him. The redhead could usually be found here every single night, drinking, gambling, and flirting with the strippers. Normally, the things he did wouldn't be out of line, but he usually brought it out of line. Getting into bar fights, accusing the dealers of cheating, and trying to touch the dancers, the man was usually not welcome at the place. Yet, they still let him in. Maybe cause he spent so much money here every night. And this night was no different. Immediately after entering the establishment, Mac ordered a tall glass of whiskey and two beers for himself, then left June to go see his favorite little ladies. By the time he reached the dancers, he was already done with his glass of whiskey. He grabbed a seat close to the show and began his routine. Calling out to them, asking for some private shows, all the classic bad etiquette you could at this kind of place. And yet, he still managed to do it every time he was here.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 9:41 pm
"Sorry, sorry," she apologized as she passed through the Windmill doors and beelined for June at the bar. She had to admit, she was a little relieved he was there, and not off with the strippers or at the casino. She didn't much approve of gambling, and she didn't like the idea of June paying attention to a bunch of whores when he had her. ...That didn't sound as nice as she thought it would. Anyway, as she dropped her purse down on the bar top, she glanced around in search of their red haired companion. "Where'd Mac go? That idiot, he was so excited, and he doesn't even hang out with us," she added with a slow shake of her head (and a quiet, pleased chuckled that she hoped June wouldn't notice) as she located Mac off by the NPC's. Of course. Not that she was complaining, she was glad to have some time, just the two of them. Taking a seat next to the blonde, she peered at his face. "Weird seeing you here. Like running into a teacher at the store," she laughed absentmindedly as she fingered the clasp of her purse. "You feel better yet?" Probably not, but in the lights of the Windmill, it was hard to read his face.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 4:34 pm
June was getting tired of waiting, but luckily Yuri finally did show up. "He's off somewhere" He answered to the first question. Mac was usually like this when they went out together. It usually just ended with the blonde sitting alone at the bar. A kind of lonely thought, but he never had a problem with it. After his friend sat done, the man kept quiet for a second. Especially after her comment. Though he got where she was coming from, this wasn't even close to his kind of place. However, it still ticked him off a bit, "I'm not into night life." He was always more of a day person. Plus drinking always left him less than satisfied. June definitely was not on good terms with alcohol. Yet, since his friends invited him, here he was. Though now his friend was starting to confuse him. Feel better? What did that mean? "No better than I was before?" He answered her with a blank stare. It's not like he was in a bad mood or anything. I mean yeah he made a scene in town, but for a completely different reason. At most he was just a little aggravated from the woman's rapid fire questions, but not enough for it to actually bother him.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 11:45 am
 ♞ Tate • Michael • O'Ballivan It seemed the night was going to be a busy night at the bar. From opening at eight o'clock Tate had served a variety of people. As he was cleaning some of the bar top a couple of kids people came up to it. One of them, a red haired regular, was so familiar that another bartender, NPC of course, handed him what he ordered and the kid went off to harass the dancers - like usual. With a sigh Tate shook his head and wondered if the kid was going to get outta hand - again. Seeing that the other two hadn't been helped he made his way down to them, helping a few other's get their drink of choice along the way. Speaking to the blonde kid and then the girl with the long hair he introduced himself. "'Lo there you two. Name's Tate. What can I getcha' this evenin'?" As he waited for a response he leaned back against the back wall of the bar area, near enough to hear if someone needed something but not close enough to be in people's faces. With a sigh he leaned back and caught the red haired kid bein' crude to some of the dancers. He shook his head at the kids' sheer balls to behave like a stereotype where most tried to not fit that. Hopefully the kid didn't get outta hand or else someone would tell Alice.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 7:38 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxG a b r i e l G a l l u s
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx→stripper
¶Holler back for a planned attack
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxon this unsuspecting town.¶
xxxxIt was Gabriel's first night in town and he wished to make the best of it which meant getting started on making money. If he was to fulfill his promise, he needed a job. In all honesty, there wasn't much Gabe knew how to do - other than please women. From his everyday mannerisms to his on-stage performing, he had perfected his own art; however, time was ticking and he only had so many prime years left. So instead of moping around the city and looking for some old friends, he went to the where he applied to get better acquainted with the environment. Tonight it was 'The Windmill'.
With his signaure boyish grin, Gabe passed through the front doors. His eyes set through the familiar lights to exotic decorations that made every hot spot similar. The man didn't waste time in the doorway. Instead, he immediantly strolled over to the lounge and picked a seat. Pulling his hands through his brown locks, Gabriel took a better look around the place. He couldn't help but feel a bit of joy when seeing how successful the bar was. It stirred passions within Gabe. 'Looks like no matter where you go, human's can't fight the sin.' His grin curled into a smirk as she watched a pair of skimpily dressed women pass by him. Their hips swaying with each step. 'Or the lust.' Least one place on this island felt like home, even if it was for all the wrong reasons.
¶we'll tear up the streets and we'll dance until we bleed and then
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwe'll sleep when we're dead,
cause we'll take over
this town.¶xx  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOOC:
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 1:11 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 7:23 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxG a b r i e l G a l l u s
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx→stripper
¶Holler back for a planned attack
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxon this unsuspecting town.¶
xxxxGabriel was enjoying himself admist the group of lovely women, suggestive music, and aroma of alcohol. It was a place of comfort with him, if not a blatant reminder of plast personal struggles. For now, he would shake those memories and move into where he was needed - the stage. In the moments while he was still debating a course of action, his green eyes took onto a pair of grey ones. Their owner a young woman sitting by the bar. She dared flash him a small smile which he took as an interest in him. For some men, that may mean that he took her as an easy target; however, this is incorrect. Gabe understood her as a women who he could enchant and help spread his name. The more women who knew about the young casanova, the more money he would probably make off tips when the lights were on him.
Quickly, Gabe slipped his pocket mirror out from his pocket and took a short glimpse at his face. Ensuring his teeth and face were flawless, the man shoved the mirror back into his front pocket and rose. Leisurly, he stretched and cracked his neck twice before moving strolling over to the bar. With a small smirk painted across his lips, Gabe found himself leaning against the bar beside the woman. His arm was lazily proping himself into a confident yet laxed stance. His emerald eyes waiting to meet with hers as he said, "Do you always smile at random men or only when you see something you like?" His charming smile overcoming his features as he awaited whatever would come.
¶We may be lookin pretty but we make an aweful sound,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt's you and it's me and
thats all we'll ever
need.¶xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOOC:
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 8:49 am
Now June was actually quite enjoying the atmosphere. Places like bars were usually lively, though it was rather early, lively was good. Seeing people interact always interested him after all. You never know what inspires you. Or, just plain interests you, like Yuri was doing just now. Really, the girl just had a knack for making things tedious. Ever since they were kids, she would misunderstand, ramble, pester, make everything seem problematic. Though, in a way, it was fun. Where's all the fun in just doing stuff without getting caught right? It was like constantly playing cops and robbers with her. Although now, the entertainment just came from watching her fumble her words around. "You sure are smooth, huh?" He commented with a small smirk, hiding it by taking a sip of his drink. Then moved on before she could lash back at him. "It's a bit light, but I don't really like the strong stuff so..." Alcohols appeal really had no affect on the boy. Though, he had at least the sense to tell between a good drink and a bad. Even if he only drank maybe twice a month.
Now as mentioned before, June quite liked the way people interacted with each other in these kind of places. Especially, men and women. A sort of kind of dirty romantic air. It still was about romance, but mostly the goal lead more to an explicit sense. Which, June really didn't see the appeal of the latter. Getting drunk and sleeping with random people... Well he had seen how Mac does it, and it definitely doesn't look interesting. But, what had just happened did. June always new Yuri was a step above the rest. A cute face with good style, and he imagined there were a lot of guys into her. She usually told him about one or two of them now and again. However, never did he see one right in front of his eyes. A guy hitting on her? Now that is something. Of course he'd keep his mouth shut. Why would he want to ruin the young ladies chance at romance? Or crush that man's attempt. June was a generous guy after all. So with another small smirk, the boy prodded the girl in the lower back so that she'd confront the man. It would be entertaining to see what she does after all.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 8:58 pm
Turning her back to June, she smiled brightly up at Gabriel. "There's nothing wrong with being friendly," she replied, resting her chin on her hand and leaning her weight against the bar. She really had just smiled at him out of politeness, but now that he had come over, she had to admit, he was pretty good looking. "I was thinking, I haven't seen you around before. And I'd remember a face like yours," she added almost coolly. A part of her, deep in the back of her mind, prayed that June wasn't listening, but the rest of her was enjoying the attention too much to even remember that the blonde was there. "I'm Yuri," she held out her hand with a smile. So maybe it wasn't a complete waste, coming out here like this. June didn't seem much happier, but it was tiring doing everything for him, anyway!
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 12:41 am
 The bar – ah, yeah, the ******** bar! Conor hadn't gone to the Windmill very much since, well, since Keith had been working here. But, old habits die pretty hard and when it was so terribly awkward running into Blaire, which happened a ******** lot in such a small island, the bar was the place to go. He knew the girl didn't like the environment of the club and he couldn't blame her – this place sucked ever since they dropped Keith's cowboy routine. He wished there were more places he hanged around in his teen years, but, oh, well, Conor still had plenty of fun drinking and being otherwise antisocial in his own corner of the bar, giving the strippers the occasional roll of the eyes from his spot to show his general disdain and lack of arousal from their actions. Seriously, was it so hard to have someone wear a cowboy hat for once? He didn't care if they were dancing to country or not! He was tired of doing Keith favors because he wanted to watch some stupid routine he should be throwing bills for (or quarters when he was in a bad mood)!
Oh, well, Conor still enjoyed the place, whatever he consciously thought, which was why he didn't look all that put off when he sat down at the bar and looked around. It was fairly early in the evening, so he didn't expect very many people to be there – which suited him fine. He got irritated pretty quick when a bartender didn't have time for him! He slapped his hand on the counter a couple of times with a shouted, “Hey!” at said employee, already impatient with the man – was it that ******** hard to find a bartender who did his damned job?
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 8:02 pm
♞ Tate • Michael • O'Ballivan At the young girl's reaction to his question Tate just lifted an eyebrow. She didn't seem to have any clue as to what she wanted but since he had been mixing fruity girl drinks all night he wanted to make her something different. Thinking quickly he grabbed a few necessary things to make a Dirty Mojito (Mint leaves, Bacardi Rum, 10X, Soda Water, Coke). Moving quickly and efficiently he filled other order's around the bar intruding in conversations when necessary but otherwise being the stereotypical bartender - just with a redneck twist. Putting the girl's drink in front of her he heard the conversation with the rather forward kid who was looking rather proud of something. With a smirk Tate made his way down the bar to fill a quick NPC order. Guys who usually looked that proud of themselves tried too hard, which meant they were trying to compensate for something.
When done with running around the bar Tate heard the man in the corner of the bar. The guy looked pissed off for not having a drink in front of him but hell he was a bit busy. Tate meandered down to the man his stride comfortable and big. Walking down to the man he tossed his bar towel over his shoulder and wished he could wear his hat but it wasn't allowed inside. Looking at the man Tate's expression was friendly but aloof. "I've been runnin' 'round fillin' orders. Calm you're dang self sir." With a sigh he rubbed his forehead to try and dislodge the poundin' headache that had rooted itself there at the beginning of his shift. When he had a headache his accent got thicker, sometimes it made him hard to understand. Well for people that weren't from the same part of the country he was from. "Pardon the startin' comment. I'm busy t'night. Don't know you though, and you're not one'a the regular's. Name's Tate. I'll be gettin' drinks for ya' t'night. What can I be gettin' you?" Waiting for a response Tate leaned back against the bar and crossed his ankles. Even though it was a classy place Ms Alice allowed Tate to wear whatever the hell he wanted. And tonight, that had meant a plaid shirt and jeans tucked into his scuffed boots. The jeans were newer and passed Amanda's laundry inspection so they were allowed for work. Sometimes his wife was silly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 4:04 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxG a b r i e l G a l l u s
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx→stripper
¶Holler back for a planned attack
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxon this unsuspecting town.¶
xxxxGabriel ignored most the world as he watched the beauty at the bar react which included her friend. His green eyes looking no where else but into hers. It was a tip he had gained in his novice years as a call-boy: always look them in the eyes. This didn't mean with great intensity or for extremely long periods of time. It was more for their sake of feeling you as genuine and interested in them. Looking anywhere else was simply rude.
As he played his part, Gabe felt Yuri would have a tight lip and not indirectly help him with gaining some fame in the town; however, he could always be wrong and it was nice to try to court a women who was so pleasing to the eyes. As she made her response, his wide smile dulled down into a modest smirk. His voice would soon escape through his lips as he reached out to take her hand gently, "Gabriel." Gracefully he lowered his head to kiss the back of her hand before gently releasing it as to ensure he was not too overwhelming. "I hope you'll remember my face now. If not, feel free to come to the stage in a few minutes to get a better look." His smile mildly widened for a moment as took his weight off of the counter and took her hand once more. Gently he kissed it again before lightly releasing it and beginning away. His voice gently rising to say, "I'll be looking for you in the crowd." Gabe was beaming a grin as he slowly turned away from her and headed away into the backrooms of the club. His first stop would be to the change rooms - it was time to get his stripper-self on.
¶We may be lookin pretty but we make an aweful sound,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt's you and it's me and
thats all we'll ever
need.¶xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOOC:
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 1:53 am
“'Kay. Tate. Yeah. Uh. Conor – I'm ********.. yeah, Conor.” He decided on saying – names, right? Yeah? That's how he started this? He swallowed, “Uh, ********, yeah – uh. Something.. ******** hard. Anything. 'Kay?” That should be good enough and.. yeah, something hard – that was manly! ********, yeah, he was being impressive right then! Impressive enough for him to keep talking and, ********, he didn't want him to leave. He looked down the bar, then back up to the man before grinning in the most cocky way he could manage – which wasn't very much at that moment. “So, uh, dude, bartending – cool, yeah, pretty ******** cool and.. uh.. yeah?” ..What the ******** was that? He frowned at himself and went on, trying to smooth his voice out some, “..I mean, ********, dude, you live around here? We should hang out or some s**t – 'cause.. yeah.” He didn't need a reason, did he?! Conor was cool, Tate looked really cool, and.. and he wanted to talk to him some more. ********, Conor didn't know how else to ask but the direct route, even if he came on too strong or some s**t.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 9:00 am
♞ Tate • Michael • O'Ballivan When the man answered Tate was somewhat surprised. He sounded flustered! Now Tate had been flustered a time or two in his life, usually when talking to some blonde bombshell but no one had ever been flustered around him. It was... odd. But with an internal shrug he nodded in acknowledgment and meandered down the bar to where the hard liquors were kept. Since the man, Conor, had just said hard liquor and nothing specific he grabbed the Rum and a lowball glass and walked down towards the man again. "Since you didn' say what you wanted I grabbed Rum. Figurin' this would do you just'ce but if you'd be wantin' Whisky just say so." As a man of little words he didn't know what to say to this stuttering man but Tate wanted to make an effort since the man looked panicked when he walked away. Eyeballin' the rest of the bar and seein' no one else needed him at the time he decided to stay where he was and make conversation. "Yeah I live 'round here with my wife and kid. And 'tendin bar's a good job. No one usually screws 'round in here 'less it's one a' the dancers." With a wide grin Tate rubbed his forehead again and decided he needed somethin' for it. With a sigh he told the NPC bartender he was going to the staff room quickly and would be gone momentarily. Moving quickly he went and grabbed some advil from his locker in the small room and dry swallowed a couple pills. Moving efficiently he replaced the meds and headed back out to the bar. Sliding back behind the counter he walked back down to Conor at teh end of the bar. "Sorry 'bout that. Ragin' headache goin' on." He grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler underneath and took a gulp. Ahhhhh the headache was fading slowly. With a small smile he leaned back again and wished for his hat. It made him more comfortable wearin' it rather then without it.
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