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Post by Roze Quartz on Dec 29, 2013 20:20:40 GMT -8
He ran a fine establishment. At least, he'd thought he did. Hell, he fixed the place up himself, actually making a menu of specialty drinks so people would have a reason to visit the Honey Pot as opposed to somewhere else. He even added appetizers to the menu, insisting they be of good quality.
The old man would be proud. Not his old man, but the one that gave him the bar. It was stylish and a good place for young people to hang out. Bar fights often struck out, but he let his more built men break them up. Poor Link was too lanky, even for an Anigma such as himself. He'd often sigh about it.
He checked his watch. "Dammit," he said, rubbing his eyes. "Where is that boy?" he muttered to himself. He had a spot at the bar waiting for him and everything. And he needed a drink, dammit.
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Post by Moon on Jan 7, 2014 21:48:58 GMT -8
A man stood just outside of the bar staring up at the sign. A smile curled his lips. The name couldn't be any more ironic to the owner and his family. With a sigh he ran his hand through his wet hair. In a vain attempt to shield himself from being further soaked he pulled up his leather jacket. If there was one thing he regretted about leaving the city it was the lack of new clothes. Living out in the countryside was hard, but he found it so much more satisfying and, oddly enough, safer.
"Well, no use standing out in here getting wet." And with that he pushed his way into the bar. He blinked a few times, letting his eyes adjust as he moved toward the bar. He eyed the other customers. It didn't exactly look like the type that liked to pick fights, but you could never know. He patted the sides of his jacket to dry them, before sitting down. "Hey, bartender! How bout around of Liquid Gold on the rocks."
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Post by Roze Quartz on Jan 7, 2014 22:36:23 GMT -8
Link threw his arms up. "Yo," he said, looking around. He pointed to the seat before him. "I was wondering when you would show up. I thought maybe I'd have to throw out all of the food." He rolled up his sleeves, putting away the rag he had used to wipe the bar.
He winced a little, seeing his brother. Link did not remember him to be that...that...muscular. He glanced at his own arms. He wasn't skinny, like malnourished skinny, but he might as well be standing next to him.
Though, he put his request through and started on the drink. "Sit down," he said. "You're in trouble."
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Post by Moon on Jan 12, 2014 12:15:12 GMT -8
Oberon eased himself into the seat his brother had pointed out. He scoffed. "If I know you, you'd never waste food like that. Especially with you looking as thin as you do." He chuckled to himself. Seriously, bro, you've got to do something about that. You still look like a slinky."
(I dunno what kind of food he has ready, but I'm just gonna assume it's fish. Correct me if I'm wrong) Oberon glanced down at the spread in front of him. If there was one he loved more, it was good catfish. He reached down and tore off a little piece. He dipped it into the sauce and popped it into his mouth, savoring the taste. "Man it's been awhile since I've tasted mom's catfish recipe. So you got the old woman's recipe book stashed around here? Didn't think she'd let you have it." He paused, a smile spreading across his face. "Come to think of it, how'd Dante let you run off with this? He loves mom's catfish."
He took another bite and glanced up. He swallowed. "That so? For what? I only just got here, how much trouble can I been in?"
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Post by Roze Quartz on Jan 13, 2014 20:48:14 GMT -8
//Meh wahtever you wanted. ]]
His eye flinched at the nickname. The memories washed back of him going from head to toe down the stairs. It hurt like hell, and no one helped him up. Instead, Dante and Obie laughed their asses off, and because he was so conveniently named "Link," "Slinky" worked perfectly. Link was never in many battle, but that memory haunted him like a war flashback. Except it wasn't.
"Ah, now there's a story." He leaned over the bar. "Even though I begged Dante for the cookbook, I knew he wasn't going to let me mooch off Ma's recipes for a bar. So, I snuck into the kitchen and wrote it on a piece of paper." He snickered. "Dante has yet to visit but uh...don't tell him about that, 'kay?" He winked and clicked his tongue.
"You're just in trouble for being late. Originally, I was going to give you these shots anyway, but now I have an excuse. Seeing as how you are late, doing said shots is now your punishment."
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Post by Moon on Jan 16, 2014 22:54:48 GMT -8
Oberon reared back in a roar of laughter. "You didn't! You sneaky bastard." He wiped a tear from his eye. He bit into his fish again, though he ate it slowly being careful not to choke on his laughter. He swallowed and leaned over the bar. "No promises, Slinky."
"Oh." Oberon leaned back. "Yeah about that. I...uh... well we kinda got sidetracked. Trinity is with me, and well she wandered off by herself when I specifically told her not too. I just hope the kid is smart enough to figure out I left the map in her stupid backpack." Oberon smacked his forehead and dragged it down his face. "Don't have kids Link. They give you gray hair, or at least this one does." Without much more encouragement he downed two shots and started on the third.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Jan 17, 2014 6:27:50 GMT -8
(Sorryfortheintrusion)
Side-tracked? More like acting like an awesome ninja. Okay, not really. Her black hair fell from the hood that rested on her head. She wore a large black jacket and tight skinny jeans that were as black as her hair. Her fiery red eyes gave her that final edge. She liked to think this. Her open jacket, most likely one that probably should belong to Esor, exposed a gray wife-beater, which probably was stolen from either Esor or Oberon. Whatever works.
Trinity still had an appreciatation towards boots and wore black combat boots. A side bag hopped against her hip, and she walked as if she had a purpose and knew exactly where she was going. That would be an incorrect assumption, though, seeing as in her hand she held a map. It's his fault for making it all confusing... A sigh passed through her lips.
By chance, she passed right by the Honey Pot. She came to a slow stop and whipped her head to look at it. I'm killing him. All I wanted to do was look at the cute little shop! Men. They don't understand anything. Burning the map in her palm, she let the ash fall away. Probably not her best plan, but the map was evidence against her. Right as she entered the shop, she sneezed into the crook of her arm.
(Cloudyissorry)
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Post by Roze Quartz on Mar 24, 2014 17:00:11 GMT -8
Link forced a double take to emphasis his own surprise. "Wai-hwa?" He pursed his lips, leaning against the bar. "Awee, man! First Dante, now you?" He blew a quick raspberry with his lips. He was joking, of course. He totally did not mind that Dante already had a family; hell, he loved them. But, he did like giving his little brother a hard hard. "Left the kid with their mom, didja?"
The man laughed, shaking his head. "Or left 'em wanderin? Where is he? Or she? Also now, little bro." He finished with Obbie's drink and put it next to his plate. "You have a story to tell me. Help yourself to the booze if you need help remembering," he said, adding a sly grin at the end.
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Post by Moon on Mar 25, 2014 20:46:51 GMT -8
Oberon groaned and ran his hand back through his hair. "Believe me, I hadn't really planned on four kids all at once. But, well...we got lucky with fraternal twins and we sort of adopted a third. And the fourth kinds just came on his own. So yeah, our tiny ass house is packed from the floor to the damn ceiling." The alcohol was definitely starting to take affect. He felt his head begin to spin a bit and the edges of his vision were blurred like he was looking through a pair of old binoculars. He inhaled to try and clear his head but only succeeded in flooding his nostrils with the strong scent of alcohol. Like his adopted daughter, he too sneezed into his elbow.
He shimmied off his leather jacket and flung it over his shoulder. "No, not this kid. She wouldn't leave me alone if I was some ten foot horned demon. She wanted me to take her to some store and I told her to either stay there 'til I got back or come find me when she got done. She's got a map and my card, the damage that she could cause is unspeakable." Oberon leaned forward, letting his weight settle on his shoulder. He couldn't help but chuckle at his brother's implication. "Man, this woman is like nothing you've ever seen. Her beauty is ab-so-lute rapture." He chuckled as he remembered back to when they met. "I gotta say though, for a tiny little thang she is a force to reckoned with when she wants to be." He leaned in closer making sure to keep his voice low enough for just Link to hear. "Between you and me, I think she's got me whipped." He reared back with a roar of laughter, feeling the alcohol work it's way into his system. It was inevitable at this point. The youngest member of the Kamon brothers was officially drunk.
(Cloudy word of caution: Obbie is a pervy drunk XDD)
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Post by clouds just clouds on Mar 25, 2014 20:59:49 GMT -8
(Uh oh xDDD Better hope Trinity doesn't burn anything important off LOL)
That roar of laughter was unmistakable. It made Trinity flinch. Her eyes quickly spotted the familiar back of her adopted father. Anger is what made her brave, it fueled her to keep her chin up. And it set her eyes ablaze. Except, the looks she was getting from some drunken men made her want to run and throw herself at Oberon, her teddy bear and protector. Pride made her fake confidence. It was something she was extremely good at. Her sharp chin stayed high in the air and she slowly made her way over to Oberon.
Slowly was best because if she went too fast, she would be a coward. The smell of alcohol was stiffling, but got worse when she came nearer to him. Or maybe it was her insane "eww! Icky!" warning signs that kept flashing off behind her eyes. "You," Trinity loomed over Oberon. At least she tried to. As a fire sprite, her height wasn't all that intimidating. She ignored all other persons; her shyness made her do so. "You are in so much trouble. So, so much trouble. You're going to be wishing it was Letha herself punishing you, because compared to what I will do to you, and then what Nora will do to you, Letha's punishments are going to look like mercy."
It's best not to try touching Trinity right now. She was sure her skin was hot enough to melt metal. At least, that's what it felt like.
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