The bar is a small hole in the wall, but it's surprisingly bustling. As the group enters, a barmaid (well-endowed, of course) gives Henrik a familiar wink. A small band in the corner plays a lively tune with their small hand-crafted string instruments. It's well-lit and welcoming, almost like coming home after a hard days work.
It's loud and boisterous and there's barely room to breathe, but everyone is in high spirits. There is no animosity, there is no fighting, and the small tavern is impeccably clean. No riff raff here.
The bartender is a short, squat man with a mole on his cheek and wire-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his button nose. His smile, though, is always welcoming, and he's got an easy laugh that comes straight from his belly. Service is prompt and the drinks are cheap. The targeted audience of the bar seems to be the hard-working men and women of the Shiganshina district.
It's early evening, prime time. There's the scent of a hearty vegetable and meat stew that tickles the nostrils, and warm crusty bread perfect for soaking up the last bits of the rich broth.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 8:40 am
The instant that the barmaid gave Henrik that sly, familiar wink, he grinned at the woman and nudged Alec.
"That is Maisy. I have spent time with her before. She is very sweet."
He couldn't help but chuckle as he led the way straight to the bar, where he immediately greeted the barkeep.
"Good evening, Ben. These are my friends, Alec," he rested his hand atop the redhead's shoulder before gesturing first at Preacher and then at Axel, "Preacher and Axel. We have a mighty thirst tonight," Henrik slammed a big fist against the thick, gleaming polished wood of the bar, "and I am buying. Your sweet ale for me, you know how I like it."
With a huge, satisfied grin, the big man turned to glance at his friends. It was probably pretty obvious that he was a frequent patron at the bar - and in truth, he was. Every time he came to the town to barter, trade and sell, he stopped in.
"You will find no finer brew than what you find here," Henrik assured them. "If you are hungry, Ben's wife makes a fine stew."
Preacher was still chuckling about the bar's name as they entered. The four of them must make a comical sight, she thought: two short boys and two hulking muscular men. How both evenly matched, yet mismatched. The bar itself was nice, clean, well-lit. It felt like a bit too clean of a place for someone like Preacher. She pulled her hat lower over her face, but her golden eyes peered out at everything. And when they sat down, Preacher grinned widely at barkeep.
Her companions were... not who she would've picked... maybe. Alec, yes. The boy was sweet and she guinunely liked him. Preacher supposed Henrik wasn't too bad either; he was paying, and that always won Preacher's heart with two clinks of coin. Axel was another thing entirely. She didn't trust him, didn't like him, was more than a little upset that he was somehow friends with Alec. The redhead was perhaps a little too easy-going. But there was free food and drink to be had, as well as the noble duty of guarding Alec from Axel. On the stool, she stretched her legs out, feeling her ankles and knees pop.
"You'll fin' soon enough, I'll always hungry, Henrik." She flashed the man a cheeky grin. "You come 'ere often, then? They got pies hidin' about somewheres then?" With a wave, she ordered some ale and a big heaping bowl of stew. And when it came, she nearly drooled. The aroma was beautiful. It was nothing special to look at, but Preacher eagerly dug in. And, dear walls above them all, but it tasted like sweet, meaty, heaven. A pleased noise hummed through her as she washed it down with ale. Henrik was definitely a-ok in her books.
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leon_a_darkangel
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 3:18 pm
Axel looked around warily as they entered, wondering just what kind of place Henrik had brought them to. It had a funny name, didn't it? Fortunately, there didn't seem to be any overt hanky going on, and there was a distinct lack of panky. Axel relaxed. After all the hair-petting and groaning rapturously over the pie at the bonfire, Axel was half-convinced that Henrik was a certifiable weirdo.
Well, if he was a weirdo, at least he'd chosen a nice bar.
Axel sat and ordered his own stew. He hadn't said one cross word to Preacher yet and had resolved to ignore Preacher completely whenever possible. He wasn't here to argue, he was here to guard Alec's chastity from Henrik the hair-petter. He tucked into his food with nearly as much gusto as Preacher, following it with rather more ale than Preacher had. He wasn't a thief, but he wasn't above taking advantage of a free meal.
"This is great, Henrik."
Saying anything at all to Preacher was out, because it would likely turn into an explosive argument, so Axel turned to Alec. "That barmaid Maisy, she was a good-looking girl, huh?" Axel hadn't missed the suggestive note in Henrik's voice when he mentioned her name. They were here to find Alec some company, right?
Alec hadn't the faintest idea why Preacher and Axel hated each other so much, it was a bit awkward he had to admit. The red head considered Axel a good friend, and while Preacher had his moments was some one he got along well with in the short time he'd known the blue haired street kid. However, with a bit of food, drink and light conversation perhaps that would dispel some of the animosity between them. It helped having Henrik as a kind of mediator. With a large hand clasped on his shoulder it broke his musing about the two he considered friends.He'd never actually gone out to a bar, much less with a group of guys in his general age group. Plus, their meal and drink were being paid for. That he couldn't complain about one bit.
Ordering his own ale, and soup bowl he settled down in his seat eating the warm mixture rather content. Truthfully, he didnt mind having a couple drinks be he was pretty sure if one of his tried to pawn him off on one of the bar maids he'd end up dying of embarrassment. Unaware at least two of his friends were concerned for very different reason for his well being he simply shrugged his shoulders a bit. Blinking in his glancing between his companions.
"Yes thank you Henrik! This place is kinda nice yea." He agreed with Axel nodding. Besides the name, it made him feel like he was 12 and wanted to laugh. The food was pretty damn good, and while he was pretty sure his luck with ale had been shitty given the Bonfire events he was willing to try and in company of friends.
"She is..but o-oh walls. Can it you two please!" he whispered under his breath, bewildered and trying to cut any further suggestive tones, or remarks off at the pass. He wasn't angry, but the stammer in his voice was undeniable. His blush betrayed him, not exactly as intent on looking for a one night stand as his friends insisted on joking about. It was bad enough Preacher had picked on him at the booth a few days ago. He certainly didn't need another round of it from all 3 of them at once.
"Do any of your plan to enlist soon by the way?" he peered curiously nearly done with his first drink feeling no worse for the ware. Deflecting the topic to something else.
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The Semblance of Unity
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 4:47 pm
When it arrived, Henrik tore into his bowl of soup like a man who hadn't eaten in months. Truth was he'd had a rather large sandwich only two hours past, along with three pies and a small assortment of fruit. Hungry man was hungry. Honestly there was no place he'd rather be than here at the tavern with new friends, good food and cheap booze.
"This is my favorite bar. I come here often, whenever I am in the area. They do not serve pies, Preacher, but there is a small bakery near here that serves the most delicious little fruit tarts that you will ever eat."
He took a healthy swallow of ale, gesturing at the barkeep to bring another round. "And keep them coming, friend," he added with a grin before glancing at Axel.
"Very good looking. And with," he held his hands out in front of him as if demonstrating the size of Maisy's more... feminine assets. Alec's comment had his brows arching skyward, and Henrik held up his hands in surrender.
"Fine, fine, little Alec," Henrik eyed the flush that had consumed the younger man's face. "I am just saying, there are worse women out there to spend time with."
Before he answered the question about enlisting, Henrik shook his head.
"No. I have too much work at home, and my family is there. I have a good life, and there is peace and the walls are tall and strong." He shrugged and glanced towards Preacher and Axel as if waiting for their replies.
Preacher stared unashamedly as Henrik ate. The big man shoveled food into his mouth at an alarming rate and she wondered what they would do if he were to suddenly choke and die. Preacher certainly could not heft such a body... nor did she have funds to pay any sort of outstanding bill. Watching him eat was like watching a wagon overturn in a marketplace full of hungry street urchins. "Slow down there; it ain't gon' grow legs n' run away. Least I hope not!" The idea of stews on legs was mildly disconcerting and she chugged the entirety of hit mug of ale. As though summoned by magic, a new, full one appeared at her elbow.
"Enlist? Me? No," Preacher spoke shortly. This, she thought, must be the priveledge of the middle classes. They chould choose their fates... after a fashion. Sometimes, she hoped for some sort of war or diaster or anything that might fill the ranks of the army with the unwanted brats of the slums. Those children would die in the army, yes, but they would be fed and clothed and warm before that. She shook her head. Changing the subject, she leaned over and poked Alec sharply in the arm.
Alec blushed like tomatoes, like poinsettias, like ... Preacher didn't know. Red. He blushed fiercely and easily. It was kind of cute and unfortunate with that hair and made her want to tease him. "Psst. Curry. So which do ya like; them top assets or the bottom ones?" It was a common enough conversation in her gang: breasts or butts. Preacher was more of a... well, she enjoyed looking most at a well-muscled man, but she couldn't exactly say that.
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leon_a_darkangel
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 9:07 am
Alec was totally trying to change the subject and Axel knew it. He shrugged. He would back off about Maisy, but he didn't feel like chatting about enlisting. "No, I'm not enlisting. I have a fine job. Also, I don't want to be eaten."
If his tone was a little defensive, hopefully no one would pick up on it. Axel still hadn't told anyone he'd lost his job. It hadn't been that great of a job to begin with, but he was still very touchy about losing it. Axel drank some more of the ale that had mysteriously reappeared by his hand.
It was risky to involve himself in a conversation that included Preacher, but Axel could get behind teasing Alec. Just a little bit. He liked Alec, but the blush was just fascinating. "I like a girl with a nice round bottom," he said, unabashedly. There were no girls around to overhear, right? "Come on, Curry, spit it out. We're all guys."
If he had to bet on it, he would bet that Alec was a boob man. He could easily picture Alec burying his face between a pair, if only to hide his blush.
Alec shifted a bit uncomfortably for a mere moment, grabbing for his mysterious second drink and quickly took a few sips of it glaring over the top of his mug at his companions. Henrik certainly knew how to inhale food, and while a bit slower it didn't take the small red head long to finish off his own serving. They were unrelenting, and it didn't work to just pass off the topic. He'd already tried that and came right back full circle. When Preacher poked his sharply in the arm he made an annoyed noise at the other boy but sighed, relenting to their pressuring him for answers.
"I...I suppose Bottoms." He finally admitted scoffing at the gathered group. "Walls, there. Happy you unrelenting vultures?" He muttered over his mug, laughing at least. Even if he was redder than a cherry tomato he'd just blame it on the ale. This one was nearly gone, and a 3rd in it's place was close behind it. At least he felt comfortable enough to be honest. Truthfully he hadn't spent a lot of time lusting over woman or man in particular. Most of his relationships were friendly in nature. He could be truthful, even if it caused him to cough on his ale a bit.
They were all friends of his, for different reasons and would people he'd miss once he was gone...It was weird to think he wouldn't see them again in the weeks to come. He'd make a point of coming to see them again if time was permissible. Alec had weighed the option many times before finally accepting it as fact and moving forward. He'd deal with it another night, and judging by Axel's harsh tone it wasn't worth talking about anymore regardless.
Prodding back at Preachers arm, he leveled a smug little smile unlike his flustered stammering. He nudged at Henrik gently, who sat to his left perhaps looking for support in his endeavor. "What about you, Peaches hm?" Of the four, he hadn't been forth right about his preferences. He'd come up with a good nickname for Axel and Henrik, but he had to say something given BOTH Axel and Preacher were defaulting with calling him Curry, and Little from Henrik.
It was only fair right? Drink 3 was nearly gone, and with it went his assured footing. Not that he'd gotten up to try such a feat yet.
(Lol little does he know he'll see most of them soon enough 8D ...and be confused at Axel's being there. CONCERNED BRO IS CONCERNED )
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The Semblance of Unity
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 4:12 pm
He was halfway through his second bowl of stew when Preacher told him to slow down, and he merely offered the younger man a grin and a cheeky wink. Lifting his shirt to his face, he wiped his mouth and cheeks free of the remnants of his supper before shrugging slightly.
"Yes, Peaches," Henrik slurred softly before quickly downing his fourth mug of ale. As he reached for the fifth that was waiting for him, he continued, "which do you like? I think I like bottoms the best, as well. There is just something about a nice, healthy bottom. Something a man can wrap his hands around, you know what I am getting at?"
He leaned back on his stool, only a little drunk, and fixed his eyes on Preacher.
"I think Preacher is probably an a** man. It is hard to tell," he squinted his blue eyes, "but yes, I think Preacher is an a** man."
It didn't really surprise him that Axel was an a** man. It did, however, surprise him that Alec liked bottoms. He would have taken Alec as a man who enjoyed the plusher tops, but hey.
To each their own.
On that thought, Henrik continued.
"Although I have to admit, there are certain merits to a nice rack. They are soft, and make good pillows. But.. so do bottoms, so."
Preacher finished off her second mug of ale and started on her third before acknowledging any of the lot. But at least one of her eyes was trained on Henrik's abdomen as he lifted his shirt. That expanse of skin was beautiful and so very muscled. She definitely felt that the more she consumed of the sweet, honey-tasting ale, the more fun this would become. Her stew bowl clunked into that empty mug as she pushed it away and her golden eyes watched intently at it rolled, rolled, and fell off the table. With an easy grace, she caught it in one hand and smiled. Hah. A warm buzz filled her.
"By tha walls, I ain't Peaches!' Preacher jabbed a finger in both Alec and Henrik's direction, a small corner of her mind grateful that Axel hadn't called her that. In fact, he seemed to be ignoring her, which was kind of really annoying. Whatever. "And," she intoned in a serious voice. "Tsk tsk, Henrikky. I'mma much more of a tits man. Small n' perky. Jus' enough to give a bit of a squish while yer biting along their collarbones." Preacher wobbled slightly and gave a wolfish grin.
Rather than breast or butt, Preacher really was a collarbone girl, or a muscles girl. Yes, muscles, she thought tipsily. "I'm surrounded by assmen. All o' ya are crazy. Though I wonder, which of you crazies has had tha most ta drink?" She saluted with her ale mug and glugged most of it down.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 4:18 am
Axel laughed while Alec stuttered out his answer. He kept laughing when Henrik teased Preacher, though he was careful not to laugh too hard, so as not to draw Preacher's ire. Henrik was amusing. Maybe he wasn't really a weirdo. On the other hand, the way he was flashing his abs around was vaguely irritating. Hmph.
He snorted when Preacher mentioned biting people, raising his hand to touch his own collarbone. There were still bite marks there, more bruise than bite at this point, but still visible. "Yeah, I know you like to bite," Axel said.
Argh, no, he had talked to Preacher. Change direction, change direction.
"I dunno who's drunk the most, but this is Curry's party, right? So he's got to catch up." Axel himself had slowed down, wary of getting too ridiculous. What he remembered of the bonfire was deeply embarrassing. Of course, he wasn't despairing over anything at the moment, and he wasn't surrounded by hordes of angry bald men, but he still didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his friends. And his enemy. A full mug had reappeared by Axel's elbow and he slid it towards Alec, on Henrik's other side. "So what d'you wanna do tonight, Alec?"
"I suppose neither is really that awful. Ok, yeah. I ain't crazy you asked!." He slurred, stiffing a laugh with a gloved hand pressed to his mouth when Henrik answered him, and Preachers quip that followed. Did Henrik just flash his abs to the room? Alec wasn't really sure, but if he'd been any less graceful he'd have tipped right out of his chair. Thankfully he had a hold of the high counter they were at. Blinking a bit, he was grinning practically at the added assistance and solidifying Preachers new nickname. "Say. Axel, can I call you Blondie?" He asked in follow up, a touch hopeful-like looking rather beside himself with amusement.
Even if he had a pretty good idea this nickname in particular wouldn't stick. Yet another ale had been handed to him, not that he wasn't already drunk. He'd never drank so much in is entire life, this was perhaps his 5th but he wasn't sure anymore. "Imma not 's sure I know 'n more what 'm gunna do?" He pointed out, a lazy little smile on his face. They could play a game of pool, which he eye'd curiously across the way. "They got a game over there, otherwise uh." They'd all been a bit quick to pound back the booze.
He tipped dangerously to the far left giving Axel a small prod with his digit, swishing his other hand at Preachers poking returning the gesture as if he was kin. He made a small dismayed sound as he nearly deposited himself onto the floor, causing the chair to make a heavy creak and groan. Alec simply blinked warily at his chair as if it were capable of causing the near fall.
"Say, Preacher, Peaches seems fittin' given what ya just said you have to admit!" Alec raised his mug to the 3 of them, teasing back simply to keep the jibes going. Hadn't Preacher just announced his liking of perky breasts? What better than a fruit nickname then. It was just a natural friendly match of words they seemed to be constantly engaged in. Alec simply was rolling with the punches.
" 's a little late but uh." He asked of them, preparing some sort of mini speech. What were they even celebrating, beside the fact he was a drunk fool now? It didn't really matter, even if two of his companions were on the be brink of clashing he could still thank them for the evening thus far. "Look, I dunno bout you guys but 'm grateful for the company. So thanks. Youre all pretty cool dudes." he tried to sound serious, even with his drunken slurring directing it at the other 3 gathered with him. It seemed like the right thing to do.
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The Semblance of Unity
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 1:30 pm
"You would probably not be interested in Maisy then, Preacher, because her... well." He gestured again with his hands, indicating that Maisy had been graced with a rather ample supply of bosom.
He was quiet for a moment before suddenly booming, "NOW. NO FIGHTING YOU TWO." Henrik gave both Preacher and Axel a look, though it was kind of a glazed-over scowl that bordered on laughable. "This is a happy night, full of good drink, good food and good company. And like Axel has said, it is Alec's party, so no fighting."
He might have sounded like an overbearing father by that point, but his face soon eased into a broad grin as he did his best to straighten Alec on his stool. Henrik was also having trouble staying upright, but he was feeling warm and pretty fuzzy . He couldn't really even remember why they'd come to the bar - ah, that was right.
"Alec, you must pick a woman - or a man, who even cares and I always say if it feels good then do it. Walls, kiss Peaches for all that I care - but tonight is a night for first kisses and friends and laughs!"
He clapped Preacher on the back before reaching out to grab his fresh mug of ale.
Preacher snapped her teeth at Axel. Oh, he wanted to bring up that drunken foggy night at the bonfire when he'd been so weird and she'd been so sick? She wasn't going to let that slide. "Oooh? Are ya missin' my teeth, Mr. High-n-Mighty? Dun be shy-" but her words were forgotten as Alec nearly toppled out of his chair. Perhaps it was -he- that had been drinking too much. She still dizzily face-palmed at the redhead's words.
"Alec, dun call me Peaches. It'sa damn girly name!" She took her third mug and a fissure of disappoint threaded through her. Why was it empty? No matter, a fourth appeared like sweet, sweet magic and she swigged from it, the bitter sweet alcohol burning into her stomach. Preacher burped and grinned. She could feel her mood improving by the tankard-full. "Games? y'know what? I think wes should have a drinkin' contest... orrrrrr-" she lowered her voice conspiratorially. Or she tried to, her words were still loud. "Jus' tha two bigguns. An epic drink-down! Which man would win?!" Personally, Preacher didn't care which, but as long as Axel didn't try to crawl into her lap again, he was good. Turning a little, she peered at Henrik.
"Maisy's a lil overblown fer me-" She snuck a glance at Axel's forearms. "But yeah!" Preacher said, nodding so hard her head might've fallen off. "Ya kin kiss me, Curry! Put ya lil untried lips right here~" With that, she stood up a little and smacked her own a** very loudly.
