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 Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 10:24 am
One of the first built bars in Ireland, the Gangrel clan takes advantage of it and utilizes its crowded drunkenness as a meeting spot for their family get-togethers. Dimly lit, semi-small, and full of the smells of beer and whiskey, this is perhaps the most enjoyable time of your eternal lives!
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:54 am
 *Kicks open door into bar and jets to the back, into a booth. Then lays head down, eyes half open, on the table in front and lets out a slight moan* I can't believe I fit so much blood in my stomach...*starts to snore*
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 9:28 pm
*suddenly sits straits up from a dream* Cheese cake!! *quickly looks around and slowly remembers where she is. Then lets out a sigh.* Thank goodness no one heard me. *sits back into the booth and laughs a little. Then looks around to see the bar completely empty and crosses her arms over her chest* Jeez, how boring can you get. YOU WOULD THINK people would crowed this place every once and while. *lets another sigh out and slides out to walk over to the bar. Seeing no one behind the bar, she jumps over and starts to look for the perfect drink*
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 8:04 pm
*decides on a bottle of AB+ and goes back to the both. Then starts to drink it*
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 4:28 pm
mor and cathmor walk into the bar. mor seemed to be in the darkest of moods and cathmor the good irish/scots boy he was had brought him here to offer him a drink to raise his spirits
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 10:33 pm
A girl with short silver hair, plain black jeans, and a long-sleeved gray shirt quietly opens the door and enters. After glancing at the tables, she sits at the far left end of the bar, and taps the wood twice, getting the bartender's attention. "Vodka please. Strongest you've got."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 10:35 pm
mor was blwoing off steam with cathmor sitting at a table, they were loud and rowdy. and appearently quite proud of it
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 10:39 pm
The girl tapped out a seemingly random rhythm on the counter-top while she waited for her drink, glancing over her shoulder at the sudden noise. Blowing her long bangs out of her face, she rolled her eyes, and turned back to watch the bartender prepare her drink, trying to keep her annoyance to herself at the inappropriate behavior going on around her, though she suspected her body language may be giving her away to any with a keen eye.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 10:44 pm
cathmor laughing heartily "see my friend! i told you whiskey always helps!"
mor sits down seeming to have felt better
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 10:54 pm
The girl gave a quiet sigh, willing herself to keep her patience...and was rewarded a moment later, with several shots of very good vodka in front of her. Picking up the first with her left hand, she reached up with her right to a chain that disappeared down her shirt, tugging at the top of it slightly, as if to acknowledge someone, or something, before downing the first shot. A moment later, she grabbed a lemon with her right hand, took a bite, squeezed, and took her second shot, relaxing visibly, and now almost immune to the slight annoyances around her.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 12:08 pm
cathmor and mor clasps some hands of another set of men who came in they laughed and were quite proud of themselves
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 10:10 pm
*sighs and finishes the last drop of blood. Then whispers to herself* ...and I thought something fun was going to happen. *Lays her head on the table and stares through the empty bottle at the group of people and the one at the bar* Does no one fight any more over little things? *grins* ...my my, how the times have changed. *walks up to the bar and asks for another bottle. The bartender tosses it into yayoi's grip as she leaves the bar*
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 4:04 am
Kyuukai felt her eye twitching getting out of control, and though she tried her best to keep her irritation under control, she felt cracks beginning to form on the shot glass she was tightly gripping in her hand. A few more seconds of this...and she wouldn't be able to help but lose to her anger.
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 3:04 pm
the crowd started pouring in being loud and rembuncious. the voices carried thick accents teh women skirted and flirted about the air sooner than later filled with music, warm voices, and the scent of booze
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 5:25 pm
Kyuukai felt a low growl escape her throat and her hand straightened around the empty shot glass, though she realized only to late, it was too much. It shattered within her hands, the glass embedding deep within her palm. The bartender raised an eyebrow at her, but she shook her head, Reaching back with her other hand, she placed money on the counter, more then enough to pay for her drinks and the damaged shot glass. She shoved herself up, wishing she was drunker, and made for the door, intending to leave.
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