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 Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 1:07 pm
Anella was starting to drive Kayden slightly crazy. She meant well, Kayden knew that more certain then she knew anything right now, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t being…not annoying…she wasn’t annoying…
She was just always there. Always checking in on her, making sure she had everything that she needed. Making sure she was all right. Well…no. She wasn’t all right. She was about as far from all right as a person could be. But she was still alive. Still trying to get into a normal holding pattern of everyday life…and she kept thinking she was doing a good job at…well, at existing…but Anella made it so hard.
She cared so much and one of these days Kayden was sure she would just break down in front of her cousin and become an emotional wreck and she didn’t want to do that. That was about as far from her comfort zone as she could get.
So, instead of putting herself into those situations, she went out. Sometimes for hours. Finding different nooks to hide in, though most of the time those nooks were just bars. Tonight she had her sights on one she hadn’t yet tried. The North Star Tavern. It sounded quite fancy, and hopefully it would be a bit less grungy then the other bars in this city.
Honestly, she really just missed the pubs from back home…but.
Well.
The brunette walked into the tavern and glanced around, pleased that it was nearly empty, though it was still just late afternoon. Bar crawlers didn’t usually start turning up until darkness was upon the city. She made her way to the bar and sat on one of the stools, resting her elbows on the polished wooden surface. Well. Hopefully they would have something good here. And maybe some food. She was feeling a bit hungry.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2016 11:43 am
Every day it was the same damned thing. Wake up, screw around til it was time to work, then work all night. And damn straight did Rousseau love what she did.
The colors, the lights, the sounds, THE PEOPLE! All of it she loved and adored while she ran things at the North Star Tavern. Of course, it wasn't as pop-culture based as some of the clubs near by. No, no, no, this was the love of her life! A not-so-quiet underground tavern where the food was amazing, the music that played brought feelings of nostalgia and friendships, and the drinks were generous and easy to get. It was a bit on the old school nautical themed side, but so what? Her tavern, in her mind, was a ship in it's own right, with it's constellations on the ceiling and port holes on the walls that seemed to look out into the clouds. True, it wasn't REAL, but it was a great idea, in her opinion. A nice floating ship that took people away from this world with a nice cold one.
BUT, of course with work came duties beyond just being the happy boisterous one she fancied being the most. One of which was inventory. Of COURSE it was inventory. But hey, that's what happened when you advertised yourself as a great wedding reception place. The drink sometimes got low. And not only that, Rousseau found herself doing this for HOURS. A discrepancy there, an expired date there. Endless and endless work to do, and by the time she found herself done, it was opening time. As they say, it was 5PM somewhere, and that somewhere was here.
Her tavern was quiet at this hour, though. There was a track gently playing in the air, an old Irish Pub song about whiskey in a jar. Was she Irish? Naw, but she loved it all the same. It always put an extra pep in her step, and calmed her down after she was finished fixing other people's mistakes.
Perhaps that's why when a young woman came in, she was able to go right into her standard genuine big ol' grin.
"Hey there, lass. What do you crave tonight? Food, drink? Conversation? We've got it all right here, if you're feelin' it."
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 7:57 am
Kayden jumped at the sudden voice. Her mind was so far away, and the tavern was so nice and relaxing, that the voice nearly sent her toppling off the stool she was perched on. “Oh. Um. I would love some food, and a nice drink. I’m not sure what your drink special is here, but if you have something…strong and sweet, that’s what I’m in the mood for. Thank you.”
She looked at the woman and tried to smile, she really did try to smile but she was sure it came out a grimace. “If you have a menu, I am quite hungry…your bar is lovely, by the way…it’s nice not to have the normal dirty messes that I’ve started to become used to in this city…”
Since she was the only one in here…well, it would be quite easy to get as many drinks as she wanted…and if the food was any good, she’d come back to this bar again.
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2016 7:40 am
"Strong and sweet, huh.. I gotcha." There was a nice type of warm drink Rousseau loved to make, especially on rainy days like today, and even MORE especially for someone who looked so down in the dumps. It was a warm, caramelly sort of drink, with layers of cream and rum to give it that strong taste that warmed the insides. And then an extra shot of rum to take the pain of the heart away. And then an EXTRA shot of rum because rum was delicious. While she made up the drink, she just motioned to a small stack of laminated menus that were nearby.
"I haven't a chance yet to set them out for the night, but feel free to take one. Got yer bar food, wings, fries and whatnot, then we got fish burgers and the occasional fancy dessert if I felt like making it today. FYI, hunny, I got lazy as ******** so there's no key lime pie today. I planned on just taking a sharpie and labeling it as a shot. My key lime pie shots are the cure for Scurvy. Hence the name, 'Scurvy Cure.' Haha! Creative, yah?" She had deftly put together the warm drink, then placed it in front of the young woman, grinning.
"That's my special pick me up, Caramel Falls. It's falls because if you drink more than one, you're probably gonna fall over. Oh ho ho!!" Her laugh was loud and rang through the rather empty tavern. "It's pretty good iced too, so let me know if you wanna cool it down some."
The smile she received from Kayden almost hurt. It looked like a lizard struggling to get something out of it's teeth.. The poor thing.
"Thanks for the complement, love. Tell me, what's your story? What makes you come into a bar at..." She gazed up to the porthole fashioned clock at the wall, before turning back to the young woman and smiling. "5:09 in the afternoon?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2016 6:43 am
Kayden watched the bartender making the drink, her eyes widening slightly by the third shot of rum. Well. She had asked for it to be strong, that request was at least being taken deeply into consideration. She took a menu from the stack and glanced over it, her stomach rumbling as she read through some of the items and the descriptions that went along with it. “I think I’ll have an order of the spicy loaded fries, please.”
Because what other level of comfort food was there then a mound of crispy cooked chips—er…fries--layered with cheese and sauce and fried bits of chicken that was covered in more cheese and sauce and. Well. The description made it sound quite delightful.
The brunette took hold of her drink and drew it close, taking a long swig from the cup and sighing. Oh. It was strong and sweet, that was for sure.
It was quite as perfect as she could have hoped for.
“My…story? I don’t know. I just wanted to get out of the house…and I miss the pubs back in England.” She didn’t look back at the bartender, staring instead at the rows and rows of bottle at the bar. They always looked so pretty and so fancy. “I don’t think I really have a story, I’m sorry.”
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2016 2:14 pm
"Mhm, spicy loaded fries? I'll be sure to give you a nice large glass of water to go with those, honey, because you're going to need it." The order was quickly scribbled down and slipped into the slot behind her that separated her beautiful bar from the craziness of the kitchen.
Personally she would have gone with the biscuits and gravy dish. Loaded up with bits of sausage and a thick creamy sauce over a warm fluffy southern style biscuit... Oooohhhh, he was drooling! But no. This girl sounded like she was from across the ocean so she guess it really didn't matter what Rousseau herself liked.
"Oh honey, you got a story right there, can't you see it? So you're from England? Tell me, what brought you over the pond? We ain't got nothing here you don't have back over there. C'ept probably more crime. But eh! And it's GOOD to get out of the house. Drinking alone is sad, but drinking around strangers is a party! Kinda. Maybe not but you know." Some of her customers liked to say that the bar just wasn't the same on the days that Rousseau decided to take off. She chuckled slightly to herself about that, maybe SHE was the party!
She couldn't stop herself from leaning forward on her elbows, looking a little into Kayden's eyes curiously. The girl was hiding something, and Rousseau always was one to push for answers.
"And of course your story might be a sad one, givin' the fact you wanted something strong."
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2016 3:39 pm
Kayden wasn’t sure at all what to think about this woman. She was…quite loud and rather…annoying. It wasn’t her business what she was doing here, or why she left her home. It wasn’t her business at all…and honestly the question…
“I um. I’m not really sure that’s any of your business, begging your pardon.” She took another long sip of her drink and sighed, looking away. “That was rude of me. I suppose I should say that I’d just rather not talk about why I came here, or about anything that might pertain to my…ah…’story’.”
Hopefully her fries wouldn’t take too long…she was hungry, and if her mouth was full of spicy potatoes, well…then she couldn’t talk. And perhaps if she couldn’t talk, no more questions would be asked. At least the alcohol was good here…and if the food was as good as it sounded…it might more than make up for the…company…
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 12:09 pm
"Well, EXCUSE ME, miss prissy pants. You come into MY bar, looking a sad, soppy mess, sit at MY counter and then ask for a strong drink, and you expect me to simply not be curious? The hell's wrong with you, lass? Haven't you ever seen the whole troupe about the helpful bar tender?" Rousseau took the whole 'none of your business' thing personally, and slammed down a few glasses on her counter as she cleaned them, making a face as she did so.
"Yer damned straight that was rude of you. I don't know how it is over the pond of yers but here we find it useful to talk about our feelings. If you rather mope in silence, do it in a corner or something, save the counter for guests who come to a bar to socialize, gotcha? Happy to serve but that negativity is just NOT welcomed around here." Of course, after ranting about it, Rousseau felt her own irritation fizzle away and die. Her hands came to rest on her hips and she gave a shrug, using her head to give a little indication of the cozy little booth in the corner.
"But eh, everyone has their own reactions to s**t in their lives so if you wanna wallow in self pity, go on ahead. First drink and the fries are on me."
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