#fableevent9

[theaveragedemigod]

“Oh this?  No this is just a beer.  My sin is apparently not that deadly so it didn’t make the menu cut.  This seemed safe.  What are you having?”

[the-onceandfuture-king]

Arthur adjusted his cuffs, leaning at the bar and inspecting the menu for the night. They all sounded sickly. The only person he could imagine enjoying something like that was Felix and he hadn’t heard from him in days. Needless to say, he was feeling extremely out of place.

Noticing the familiar figure moving towards him, he offered a displeased smile. “Please order me something that does not sound completely revolting and give me a prompt excuse to leave.”

@thropp-to-no-good

[thedarkestfae]

The doors had hardly opened yet and there was already a crowd waiting. She’d tried to accommodate while setting up, creating a barrier that could almost push people into the vague shape of a queue. It hadn’t seemed to have worked.

She stared at the customers for a moment, before sauntering back to Diaval behind the bar as the fist few began to ease in. She was already missing her peace and quiet. “I liked it more when there was no one in here,” she groaned, as the first people approached the bar. “I probably should’ve hired a bouncer. How do you feel about pretending to be twice as big as you are for an evening?”

@thedragonswings

[quillantheelder]

Rian had spent hours debating going to the Black Dragon opening, but by the end, he knew he needed to make an appearance.  As a member of the town council, he needed to show his support to the reopening of a local business.  He threw together an outfit quickly, forwent shaving (which left him with the beard he’d allowed to grow lately), and made a beeline for the bar once he arrived.  Looking at the drink menu, he turned to the person beside him and asked, “Which do you think would be better: sloth or envy?”

[justplaying-rajah]

Rajah had remembered her brief encounter with the bar in the past. Her and Maleficent, whilst not always seeming to see eye-to-eye, seemed to be able to tolerate each other at least, and this grand reopening was quite impressive to say the least. “Now, this, makes me wish I would open my own bar or establishment of any kind.” She commented, looking to the person to her right. “If only to close it down for a few months and then reopen it as glamorously as this.”

[cheltochtli]

“You have three choices, cariño: ask me to dance, buy me a drink, or keep staring at me,” she muttered before turning to face the person she had felt watching her.  “I can almost guarantee that last one won’t be as effective as the other two.”

[mighty-and-powerful-miguel]

As initiation missions went, this wasn’t the worst. He’d spoken to his partner and the man had made it perfectly clear what kind of horrors he’d had to deal with. This seemed rather tame in comparison: Gather as much money as he could from the bar’s customers and get a hefty cut.

He’d worn something dark. Something smart and official looking, with a makeshift name badge in all the right colours and a small box slung around his neck printed with ‘Donations’. This was supposed to be a charitable event, after all, and he’d seen a marketable weakness in it. Hopefully the drunk and the easily persuaded would be blindsided by it.

“How do you feel about making a difference?” He smiled, approaching someone he’d noticed was alone. “Anything you can give will help. From a cent to a hundred dollars. It all goes to a good cause.”

[righthandman-lefou]

Frankly, Lefou didn’t very much care for the fact that there was a ‘grand reopening’. How do you find hype for a reopening for something that you have no attachment to? However, when he heard of the event that most (if not all) of the town was attending, he knew he had to be there. Maybe to catch a familiar face, or become acquainted with some new ones. Either way, he was ready for some fun. “Cocktails, huh?” Lefou commented, strutting up to the bar and gently bopping to the music that played. “Sign me up for two. Or Twenty. Whichever will get me in-credibly drunk but not kill me.”