for wine is only sunlight, held together by water
STATUS: Open forever
CHARACTER(S): Your character, an optional date, plus one very discreet barkeep.
LOCATION: A classy bar with great atmosphere: the ideal meeting spot for business, pleasure, or sobbing your heart out.
NOTES: Feel free to talk to Johan one-on-one, or bring a friend or NPC along.
There is a bar several blocks from the cafe: the kind of hole-in-the-wall venue only happened upon by savvy locals and chance, announced through nothing more than a discreet sign above a door slimmer and taller than the ones around it. On first impression, one wouldn't say that the bar is bigger than it looks from the outside: that would imply some sort of expansiveness or unfilled space, whereas the interior is intimate, cozy, layered as it is with partial shadows and the strains of soft jazz. The chatter of other patrons makes for a comforting blur of background noise; there's a promise of privacy to the atmosphere, even if that privacy is found, oddly, in the company of others.
A regular customer will note that the usual barman is not on duty tonight; in his stead is a young blond thing with fine features on a face that looks barely old enough to be drinking himself. But for all that he may be an interloper here, his hands are swift with glasses and decanters, his fingers precise, his motions flawless; and he wears his uniform well, the black vest and trousers tailored to his form, the cuffs of crisp sleeves sitting the right length upon the pale slenders of his wrists. Not a thing is out of place on him, from bow-tie to name tag, even if that tag only reads BARTENDER rather than providing an actual name.
Though he has no short of customers and orders to occupy him, he notices you only a moment after you enter, and gestures you towards an unoccupied stretch of bar. When he favors you with a small smile, you can see in his eyes that he is old after all, aged by experience the way time never could. Maybe it's his profession, or maybe it's just that clear, understanding gaze, but the impression he gives is that you could confess to anything and face no judgment here, that he knows what it's like to make those impossible choices, that he's been there. That he's just like you.
"What can I get for you?" he murmurs as he approaches, slipping the correct honorific onto the end like a friendly nod of the head.
CHARACTER(S): Your character, an optional date, plus one very discreet barkeep.
LOCATION: A classy bar with great atmosphere: the ideal meeting spot for business, pleasure, or sobbing your heart out.
NOTES: Feel free to talk to Johan one-on-one, or bring a friend or NPC along.
There is a bar several blocks from the cafe: the kind of hole-in-the-wall venue only happened upon by savvy locals and chance, announced through nothing more than a discreet sign above a door slimmer and taller than the ones around it. On first impression, one wouldn't say that the bar is bigger than it looks from the outside: that would imply some sort of expansiveness or unfilled space, whereas the interior is intimate, cozy, layered as it is with partial shadows and the strains of soft jazz. The chatter of other patrons makes for a comforting blur of background noise; there's a promise of privacy to the atmosphere, even if that privacy is found, oddly, in the company of others.
A regular customer will note that the usual barman is not on duty tonight; in his stead is a young blond thing with fine features on a face that looks barely old enough to be drinking himself. But for all that he may be an interloper here, his hands are swift with glasses and decanters, his fingers precise, his motions flawless; and he wears his uniform well, the black vest and trousers tailored to his form, the cuffs of crisp sleeves sitting the right length upon the pale slenders of his wrists. Not a thing is out of place on him, from bow-tie to name tag, even if that tag only reads BARTENDER rather than providing an actual name.
Though he has no short of customers and orders to occupy him, he notices you only a moment after you enter, and gestures you towards an unoccupied stretch of bar. When he favors you with a small smile, you can see in his eyes that he is old after all, aged by experience the way time never could. Maybe it's his profession, or maybe it's just that clear, understanding gaze, but the impression he gives is that you could confess to anything and face no judgment here, that he knows what it's like to make those impossible choices, that he's been there. That he's just like you.
"What can I get for you?" he murmurs as he approaches, slipping the correct honorific onto the end like a friendly nod of the head.