the guys and gals down at nashville’s most popular saloon would like to invite you to their annual COYOTE AUCTION. each coyote is going to be up for bid by the public to spend a nice day out, from going to dinner to relaxing in a park to joining the coyote up on the bar for a night you’ll never forget. all proceeds go to charity and popular members of the community are welcome to be auctioned off alongside the howling bartenders.
OOC INFO
this event will begin on thursday at 6pm est and continue to the following tuesday at 6pm est
all coyotes are up for auction and if your character is a bartender or security at the bar, they cna definitely also be up for auction!
characters who do not work at coyote ugly can also auction off services or goods.
members of the public and coyotes alike can bit on anyone they like.
to “bid,” we’ll set up a channel in the discord where people who are for auction can offer themselves up and those who wish to bid react to the post.
you may continue non-event threads during this event
they had just seen each other the previous night. and the night before that, and the morning before that, so far back that she thought to herself with bewilderment that this might be a regular thing now. originally, she’d loathed the fact that he was a claddagh man, but something about his brooding, sure nature stirred something deep inside her.
oh, that’s right, she was horny. (when is she not?)
she spotted him over by the bar and lost no time sauntering to his side, leaning over to procure herself a bottle of something weird. “come here often?”she asked as she spit the cap from her bottle out.
he didn’t go out on the town most nights; he knew some people during his studies that really hit the bottle and the dancefloor in equal measure, but he was a newcomer here and had to be conscious of that. still, someone at claddagh suggested he go to the auction night at the coyote ugly saloon, and he thought: why not?
it took him a moment to get to the bar. for one: the crush of bodies was intense and the girls dancing on the bar threw him for a loop. as modern as he wanted to be, he wasn’t this modern.
“oh, apologies,” he said as he bumped into someone. “let me-- let me get you a new drink.”
this was sylvie’s favourite night of the year. auction night always got her engine revving, and she loved it even more now that she didn’t have to do it as a coyote. offering up her eclectic set of skills gave her a funky person every year, and she loved getting back up on that bar.
“hey chickadee,” sylvie said as she slung an arm around stella’s neck. “ready to go up? know who might bid yet?”