[OPEN] CELEBRATE THE TIMES COME ON
Characters: The (sociable) crew of the Convoy!
Content: ITS PARTY TIEM.
Setting: At Trewe's finest bar, Flying Grog Tavern.
Time: Nighttime~
Warnings: BOOZE. ALCOHOL. CRAZY CREW MEMBERS. Possible strip poker if KB feels like it.
It was a celebration like no other.
The Flying Grog Tavern wasn't as crowded just yet at this time of the night, as most of the caravans celebrated amongst themselves outside without needing to go into an establishment and indulge themselves in the warmth and ruckus of the crowd. Still, there were a fair amount of people hanging around, enough to look like it was having business. Stools remained upturned on their tables around the area, only to be taken away when they were needed. The owner leaned against the bar, busying himself with polishing glasses before he opened one eye when the door opened.
Despite having been informed earlier in the day, the man still couldn't help but be surprised at the stream of people that was entering the place - clearly, the mercenary who contact him hadn't be joking in the slightest when he had said that he'd bring him business. As the crew of the Convoy settled around the place and began to chat amongst one another, the mercenary who contacted him earlier - Hans or something, he had said his name was - slid towards him at the bar and grinned from under his battered cowboy hat.
"I kept my promise, eh?" the brunette spoke.
"Damn good you did," he grunted back in response as he settled down the last of the polished glasses and glanced up at him with a small grin of his own. "The finest booze in Vohemar is all yours now, sir. I'll go and fill the mugs up for you now."
'Hans' grinned once more at those words. "Excellent," he went, before turning towards the crowd he had brought with him and hollered out at them. "Alright boys and girls, the finest booze in all of Vohemar is on our plate. Make sure you drink up as much as you can! It's time to party!"
Content: ITS PARTY TIEM.
Setting: At Trewe's finest bar, Flying Grog Tavern.
Time: Nighttime~
Warnings: BOOZE. ALCOHOL. CRAZY CREW MEMBERS. Possible strip poker if KB feels like it.
It was a celebration like no other.
The Flying Grog Tavern wasn't as crowded just yet at this time of the night, as most of the caravans celebrated amongst themselves outside without needing to go into an establishment and indulge themselves in the warmth and ruckus of the crowd. Still, there were a fair amount of people hanging around, enough to look like it was having business. Stools remained upturned on their tables around the area, only to be taken away when they were needed. The owner leaned against the bar, busying himself with polishing glasses before he opened one eye when the door opened.
Despite having been informed earlier in the day, the man still couldn't help but be surprised at the stream of people that was entering the place - clearly, the mercenary who contact him hadn't be joking in the slightest when he had said that he'd bring him business. As the crew of the Convoy settled around the place and began to chat amongst one another, the mercenary who contacted him earlier - Hans or something, he had said his name was - slid towards him at the bar and grinned from under his battered cowboy hat.
"I kept my promise, eh?" the brunette spoke.
"Damn good you did," he grunted back in response as he settled down the last of the polished glasses and glanced up at him with a small grin of his own. "The finest booze in Vohemar is all yours now, sir. I'll go and fill the mugs up for you now."
'Hans' grinned once more at those words. "Excellent," he went, before turning towards the crowd he had brought with him and hollered out at them. "Alright boys and girls, the finest booze in all of Vohemar is on our plate. Make sure you drink up as much as you can! It's time to party!"