RP: Shout for Stout
Characters: Madam Rosmerta, The Danny Boys (NPC)
Location: Three Broomsticks
Date: 11 March 2000
Status/Warning: Closed/None
Summary: Rosie is checking out bands for St. Pats while trying out new drinks
Completion: Complete
Rosie was standing behind the bar listening to the bagpipe group, trying not to grimace noticeably as one player, clearly had too much to drink and was trying not to vomit as hr played. Since she loved having music for holidays and with St. Patrick's right around the corner, Rosie elected to have an Irish band play for the day. However, she didn't have a band picked, so she asked a couple that she had used in the past to come and play for her. Hoping that by hearing them again, she would be able to make a decision.
Defiantly not them she thought as she checked the barrel of Broomstick Stout she had made for the occasion. She actually made three different brews for the holiday, a stout, a cider and an ale, but wanted to come up with some combination drinks. The bagpipers finished and Rosie smiled. "Thank you, it sounded lovely." she lied as she moved from behind the bar to shake the leader's hand.
"No need to lie, lassie. We were shite." he said in a gruff voice before thanking her for letting them play. Chuckling she called, "Next" and moved back behind the bar. A quartet moved to the stage around with their instruments, a Bodhran, fiddle, and two guitars. After taking her spot behind the bar, she went back to mixing the stout with some coffee flavored liqueur. After sipping, she hemmed and haa-ed. It was alright, but not perfect.
She could hear them tuning in the background as she scanned the shelves for something; she wasn't exactly sure of what. With her back to the group, she didn't noticed that had started playing until her hips and feet began to do a little jig.
"Her eyes they shone like the diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band."
Soon, she was singing along with them. "You boys aren't enchanting me, are you?" she asked over her shoulder.
One of the guitarist shook his head. "Nah. Just playing some feel good music. Besides, who can resist dancing to song like that?"
Rosie certainly couldn't. Still dancing around behind the bar, she found it. A bottle of espresso vodka. While she was normally against mixing stout with liquor, she decided this combination, might just work. She poured a shot of the vodka into the glass before pouring the stout. Letting the form settle she took a sip. Sweet Merlin, it tasted delicious. "This is it. Hearty stout and great music. Boys, you're hired. What's your name?"
"The Danny Boys."
Location: Three Broomsticks
Date: 11 March 2000
Status/Warning: Closed/None
Summary: Rosie is checking out bands for St. Pats while trying out new drinks
Completion: Complete
Rosie was standing behind the bar listening to the bagpipe group, trying not to grimace noticeably as one player, clearly had too much to drink and was trying not to vomit as hr played. Since she loved having music for holidays and with St. Patrick's right around the corner, Rosie elected to have an Irish band play for the day. However, she didn't have a band picked, so she asked a couple that she had used in the past to come and play for her. Hoping that by hearing them again, she would be able to make a decision.
Defiantly not them she thought as she checked the barrel of Broomstick Stout she had made for the occasion. She actually made three different brews for the holiday, a stout, a cider and an ale, but wanted to come up with some combination drinks. The bagpipers finished and Rosie smiled. "Thank you, it sounded lovely." she lied as she moved from behind the bar to shake the leader's hand.
"No need to lie, lassie. We were shite." he said in a gruff voice before thanking her for letting them play. Chuckling she called, "Next" and moved back behind the bar. A quartet moved to the stage around with their instruments, a Bodhran, fiddle, and two guitars. After taking her spot behind the bar, she went back to mixing the stout with some coffee flavored liqueur. After sipping, she hemmed and haa-ed. It was alright, but not perfect.
She could hear them tuning in the background as she scanned the shelves for something; she wasn't exactly sure of what. With her back to the group, she didn't noticed that had started playing until her hips and feet began to do a little jig.
"Her eyes they shone like the diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band."
Soon, she was singing along with them. "You boys aren't enchanting me, are you?" she asked over her shoulder.
One of the guitarist shook his head. "Nah. Just playing some feel good music. Besides, who can resist dancing to song like that?"
Rosie certainly couldn't. Still dancing around behind the bar, she found it. A bottle of espresso vodka. While she was normally against mixing stout with liquor, she decided this combination, might just work. She poured a shot of the vodka into the glass before pouring the stout. Letting the form settle she took a sip. Sweet Merlin, it tasted delicious. "This is it. Hearty stout and great music. Boys, you're hired. What's your name?"
"The Danny Boys."