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 Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 9:50 pm
~L&P's Tavern~ (8/7/13) L&P's is open. The decor is limited, and we're working on cable TV, but the tables and booths are open, the seats are comfortable, the snacks are great, and the drinks keep coming. (7/31/13) A freshly constructed yet very old and cliche tavern of tiered stone and wood masonry stands just off the northern main street within clear view of the town square. The signs are currently blank and the door locked, but light emerges from within with the occasional noises of cleaning and moving furniture. A tavern is about to be born in old Ashberg. (More to Come)
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 10:11 pm
~MENU~ Almost all manner of fermented drinks: Beers
Ales
Lagers
Mead
Sake
WinesMany distilled drinks: Absinthe
Cognac
Brandy
Gin
Rum
Schnapps
Scotch
Wiskey
various LiqueursCocktails - Just ask and we'll make Non Aolcoholic drinks - Or cocktail sweeteners if you want to think of it that way. Fountain Drinks
Black Tea
Water
Lemonade
various fruit juicesFood Fries - crinkle cut, curly, chili, or cajun (o.O hard "C" consonants there)
Hamburgers - Your choice of fixings, One large burger or Four sliders
Hot Dogs - Your choice of toppings or style
Tacos - crispy or soft, beef, chicken, shrimp, fish, or vegetarian
Sandwiches - Fresh, your choice of bread, meat and fixings. Grilled
Wings - Buffalo, savory, or seasoned
Wraps - cause wraps I guess. If you can wrap it, you can eat it. I don't suggest it right off.~STAFF~
*Now hiring* Proprietors/Management
- Phaeton - will probably also be hostess until position is filled.
- Lebia - has a nasty, violent temper. Watch your hands.
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Custodians
- Four milde - Again I don't know their names, they might not even be the same ones as before.
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Bussers
- Another Two Milde - One's name is apparently Rick, the other doesn't speak.
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 10:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 10:28 pm
Lebia sneaks up to the front door, looking over her shoulders to make sure she wasn't being followed. After taking a second to dig through her cleavage with some concern, she took a small bronze key out and plugged it into the keyhole. With a few twists of the key and knob, she opened the tavern door and squeezed in quietly, taking the key with her locking the door back.
Inside, she marveled at the neatly arranged round and rectangular tables with chairs stacked upon them, and the bar at the back wall. "Man, I can't believe she bought it," she squeaked, giddy and uncontrollable.
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 10:39 pm
"Bought what?" Phaeton said abruptly as she emerged from the shadows of the edge of the unlit barroom floor. Immediately suspicious, she folded her arms and glared at Lebia skeptically as she approached and stopped at a social conversational distance away.
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 10:51 pm
Almost shrieking, Lebia shook with horror at Phaeton's sudden emergence. "I almost shat out my heart. Don't DO that! It's creepy!" After taking a second to calm down, she decided to explain, "I meant this wonderful establishment. We can fill a need for booze binge-ing and burlesque entertainment this town is severely lacking. Seriously, Ashberg is like a backdrop for an old Disney movie without the likes of us." She elbow nudged at Phaeton to be a bit more friendly and convincing, throwing in a wink for good measure, "If you're still up for it, Partner?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 11:01 pm
Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, Phaeton kept her arms crossed raising one hand to her chin, "Wait. What exactly is in this for you? Or me, for that matter? Neither of us drink, neither of us is clambering for a lap dance from a Bavarian barmaid who's too chubby for her girdle, and neither of us needs a place to crash from too much of either of the above." In hindsight, Phaeton realized she hadn't thought of that through Lebia's fast talking in front of the city commissioner when they had gone halfsies for this piece of real estate in the first place.
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 11:10 pm
Lebia pouted a bit at Phaeton's skepticism, "Oh come on, Phae. Think about it: each of us gets a bit of business control, I have something awesome to put excess income to use on, you have something to your name that isn't under control of your brother or worthless, The city gets to unload unused prime real estate in a high traffic city area, and patrons get to get stuffed, drunk, and laid. Like all in that order." She raised her arms above her head, "It's win, win, win, win!"
Going back a bit, Lebia pointed at Phaeton, "That chubby barmaid thing was oddly specific. Did. . . Ne . . . Nevermind," She mumbled.
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 11:37 pm
Putting palm to face, Phaeton sighed, "It was a nuanced comment based upon the appearance of the town and this tavern. I guess I should have said hard Deutch Lager instead of drink in general or something." You ******** culture-less Airhead. . .
"Anyway, as you so esoterically pointed out, I've got nothing. No reputation, and no moral support. Considering my past, preying from people's sins and evils isn't exactly off my moral compass, or even out of the ordinary for me."
Phaeton pointed directly between Lebia's eyes, "You on the other hand are some sort of celebrity, right? Are you sure you want to throw being an upstanding role model for health nuts and young girls everywhere to the wind and go into a joint venture of perpetuating alcoholism, prostitution, addiction, and other self-destructive behavior?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 11:58 pm
"Laying it on thick, I see." Lebia folded her arms and huffed, "I'm the two time welterweight champion by the way, not some useless nepotistic movie cutout or rich socialite b***h! I had to sweat, bleed, and hurt people to get here." She raised her arms again, taunting somewhat irritately, "Two times, bitches! WHOO!"
"I'm not some blind money dumping investor, I put more thought into this setup than you think. Besides, for all the praise I've gotten, I've been perpetuating people's thirst for violence professionally. This isn't my first rodeo either."
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 12:12 am
A smile stretched Phaeton's face, "I'm impressed! You know what nepotism is." Shifting her hands to her hips, Phaeton took a more relaxed and open stance. "Ok, Partner, just keep in mind that I'm going to keeping an eye on you and all of this. I'm not going to skip realm and sell my part of this place to an otherworldly creature like your last partner did. Ugh, think of the contract squabbles and legal fees."
"So, what do we call this place? Also who's going to do the hiring?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 12:24 am
"Good, Good," Lebia agreed, "Though seriously, who owns a tavern and runs up a tab he can't pay in another one? And people keep thinking I'm reckless."
"You know, I haven't thought of a name yet. You're into old timey clothing and mannerisms, maybe you could come up with a title?" She snapped her fingers and pointed, "also can't you hire Kirby to be a bartender again?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 1:01 am
Insulted, Phaeton raised her skirt slightly with both hands and glared at Lebia. "This isn't 'old timey'," she hissed, "It barely even qualifies as renaissance."
Phaeton folded her arms again, a bit disappointed. "I'm afraid not. His bartender's license is long expired. Even if it wasn't, I can't pay him enough to want to quit wandering the galaxy. Food anyway. He doesn't care about money. He wants food, and it must be homemade. I'm not exactly Martha Stewart in the kitchen."
"Is 'Old Ashberg Meadhouse' out of the question?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 1:59 am
"It's a shame about Kirby. I admit, I can't cook for s**t. I catch s**t from my manager for even thinking sweets. Also that title is awful. Who the ******** drinks mead anymore?"
Thinking about Phaeton's wardrobe for a moment, Lebia snapped her fingers with a big smile, "It's Goth!" She pointed at Phaeton's various components of her outfit, "Red, black, laces, frills, ribbons, it's SO Goth! I don't want a goth theme for the tavern though. People are supposed to come here to have fun, not cry about the most insignificant things, cut themselves, and write depressing poetry in the corner about how the world hates them and they wish they had the rocks to actually commit suicide."
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 2:42 am
Flabbergasted, Phaeton paused. Did my clothing style really stay the same over the past few years? I think I defended a different outfit as goth back in the Sake Bar. After the rest of what Lebia said sank in, Phaeton shook her head. "You're mixing up goth with emo. The former of which is mostly dead, and the latter being utterly awful. Besides, I don't have the eye covering haircut, pasty makeup, or the lack of self-esteem. Besides, it's not like my choice of clothing has to be the central theme of the. . ."
Phaeton pointed at Lebia's clothing, ". . . You're not seriously wearing that to opening day, are you? You look like you're going to a gas station convenience store at two in the morning. I guess we don't need a name right away, or even a theme. Right now we just need lots of alcohol, staff to mix and serve it, and some entertainment." Phaeton turned for the main door and started to approach it. "If you don't have any issues with certain unsavory elements, then I think I know where to get all three."
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