Something softly sidesteps the troll rushing out and then enters the bar through the now broken doors. An Udyrish fellow, tall and imposing in stature. Broad of shoulders and one could guess not lean, though it was hard to tell under those pelts and rough clothing patched with leather. No animal spirit was this, as his smell could very well tell you. His name he could not remember, at least that was what he told people if they asked. The natives called him Crows Foot, yet when he came into civilisation he was only Crows.
His blue eyes sent a piercing look through the room, lightly stopping on the debacle of the cowgirl and the jeansclad young man., quickly moving on. It stops at the fellow trying to burn the place down. Without a word he grabs the closest pitcher of beer, right out of the hands of the recent buyer, and steps forward to pour it on the beginning flames.
His blue eyes sent a piercing look through the room, lightly stopping on the debacle of the cowgirl and the jeansclad young man., quickly moving on. It stops at the fellow trying to burn the place down. Without a word he grabs the closest pitcher of beer, right out of the hands of the recent buyer, and steps forward to pour it on the beginning flames.
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Jeff's eyes glanced up momentarily catching a gimpse of the figure that would be Nameless. He nodded to her respectufully locking eyes with her's for a moment. He smiled and took a deep drag of his cigarette before tossing it accurately into a nearby fireplace. "Afternoon" he said cordially as he removed his head phones. "What brings you to this dive, dressed in something so refined as that?" he eyed her up and down briefly. "Special occassion? Or did you get lost on your way to the ball?" he chuckled lightly and leaned forward resting his forearms and elbows on the table. "I'd say 'Out of all the gin joints in all the world, and you had to come walking into mine', but this place doesn't even serve gin. That and I don't own the place". A sly smile slid across his face like an egg in an oiled frying pan before he returned to his calm seemingly uninterested demeanor.
The (still) Nameless Bard's green eyes twinkled, silently amused by the forwardness of the man she had chosen to sit with. "Can't a lady just dress nicely when she feels so inclined or is that not a good enough reason?" she responded with a coy smile and an offer of a slender hand to shake "I don't believe we've ever been introduced. My name is Amanda."
The_Nameless_Bard wrote:
The (still) Nameless Bard's green eyes twinkled, silently amused by the forwardness of the man she had chosen to sit with. "Can't a lady just dress nicely when she feels so inclined or is that not a good enough reason?" she responded with a coy smile and an offer of a slender hand to shake "I don't believe we've ever been introduced. My name is Amanda."
Jeff smiles "the pleasure is mine amanda". He took her hand gently "I'm Jeff" he said pleasantly. "and my inquiry was purely innocent. Just wasn't expecting such a vision to take the seat opposite mine." Jeff held her gaze for a moment longer before returning his eyes to his now completed smiley face.
jhoijhoi cocked an eyebrow at the man's advancements, and then laughed, "Do I know you? You have a vaguely familiar face." While she waited for his reply, she listened to the song that she had asked for, loving each soft tap of the pianist's fingers through the jukebox.
She felt an animalistic presence behind her and turned to lock eyes with the savage who held an empty mug in one hand. The liquid was on the floor, sizzling against the flames another patron was trying to keep going.
The bar was getting crowded, and it was difficult to keep up with the amount of people coming in and out and setting fire or breaking the place. It was a good thing that the Tavern was known for its regenerative abilities, and its frozen time state.
If one was really classy they'd visit the Restaurant at the End of the World, but if one wanted to languish at the Tavern for years they could do so without penalising their real world timeline. It is said the Tavern existed at all points of time and yet at none, which is why this was possible.
jhoijhoi shook her head, time was a funny thing.
She felt an animalistic presence behind her and turned to lock eyes with the savage who held an empty mug in one hand. The liquid was on the floor, sizzling against the flames another patron was trying to keep going.
The bar was getting crowded, and it was difficult to keep up with the amount of people coming in and out and setting fire or breaking the place. It was a good thing that the Tavern was known for its regenerative abilities, and its frozen time state.
If one was really classy they'd visit the Restaurant at the End of the World, but if one wanted to languish at the Tavern for years they could do so without penalising their real world timeline. It is said the Tavern existed at all points of time and yet at none, which is why this was possible.
jhoijhoi shook her head, time was a funny thing.
The man flirting at the bar from behind his Malibu-Cola, could not help but feel sorry for the man whose fire was doused, as the pyromaniac seemed to get more attention from his muse, Amanda.
He felt the sudden urge of eating, so he asked the barkeep for a favor. "Say mate, do you happen to have a stove? I feel like surprising the pretty lady over there with some nice dinner." "Why yes sir I do!", the barkeep said.
He excused himself, and walked out the door, only to go back in through the back door. But on the way out, he nearly bumped in to someone, namely...:
He felt the sudden urge of eating, so he asked the barkeep for a favor. "Say mate, do you happen to have a stove? I feel like surprising the pretty lady over there with some nice dinner." "Why yes sir I do!", the barkeep said.
He excused himself, and walked out the door, only to go back in through the back door. But on the way out, he nearly bumped in to someone, namely...:
DuffTime wrote:
ok ok plz carry me omg
i was only waiting for you to ask
Temzilla wrote:
Too hot to be icecream.
Luther3000 wrote:
He looks like a hair gel advert on legs
Toshabi wrote:
Icecreamy, with hair as slick and smooth as the ocean waves of Cocobana
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