WHO: MERCS! Criminals! The worst of the worst and the moralliest of the gray!
WHERE:
Tempest BarWHEN: Forward dated to Friday night. Because that's the best drinking night, okay?
WARNINGS: I imagine there'll be some?? Drunken mercs, criminals, etc ad nauseum??
SUMMARY: Lots of n'erdowells
hob-knobbing as promised.
FORMAT: Everybody can do their own threads however they want!!
The
Tempest Bar is busy without being packed, which is a nice change of pace from most places on a Friday night in New York City. The bartender isn't into small talk, but the drinks come fast and they aren't watered down. The bouncer checks weapons at the door, but he doesn't pat anybody down, and he doesn't seem to particularly care about whether or not you've got any concealed.
Nobody fights in the Tempest Bar. If you want to kill a guy, take it outside.
There are high, round tables and big cushy booths. The food's not gourmet, but when you're drunk who cares? Smoking laws seem to be largely ignored, and the music is low so as not to be obnoxious. Come in and take a load off after that long, hard week of crime.