Setting
The bottom five floors are casino floors, the top two floors of which are also resturant and TV gaming tables and privarte dining rooms.
Durasia City also hosts the annual Digital Games. Held every year at Dancing Mug for a flat fee of exactly 300Ai per person for a three night stay plus food, drink, and game betting.
Please mind your manners, a bar fight occurs once every few hours.
DO beat your opponent sensless
DO use everything available short of actually killing the guy
DO use your fists, feet, and other apendages as required
DO NOT use weapons of any kind, just your fists {if you carry weapons}
DO NOT use the Rare Imported Chinaware, it is unharmable
DO NOT use deadly force or threats of deadly force or come to the bar armed for a war within the establishment.
ALL BAR FIGHTS ARE SPONSORED BY; CAPTAIN KENWAY RUM COMPANY
PLEASE FIGHT RESPONIBLY
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Other peoples lives of shame and intolerable decisions of faux and denial? That was for the unholy gods! But THIS? This truth? This inhibition? This blackout seeking fun of an activity? THIS IS UNCARING LOVE OF THE MOMENT. She would brace glory without grace.
"Give me one of those, but full of stout. RIGHT NOW!" She shouted.
She joined the new acquaintance on the table, dress skirt lifted, lacy thong with stockings showing. She accepted the keg and knocked that thing back without hesitation. Just a broad smile and concentration etched on her face.
With both of them drunk, that was not a good idea
Through the process of slightly slurred but telepathic coherence as well as quick actions, she paid both bills with 100 credits tip, managed to scream about needing a room, paid for two night advance, and somehow snatched the keys being jiggled at her within whatever a minutes worth of time should have been. Certainly in a short enough time to watch the drunken stupor of her new drunk acquaintance to put a smile on her face once more.
She would grab Attila and levitate upstairs to wherever the room was designated to be.
"No drive when drink."
She didn't feel the need to purge any of her system, but she did feel the need to brush her teeth. She joined Attila, seeing him barf his guts out.
"Hello Attila, amazing fun last night huh?" She asked, gathering her toothpaste and brush, that the hotel provided.
"Oh yes very fun, almost woke up naked" he was a cat the size of a dwarf, how could he be naked in just his fur ? Oh right, he had a nice priple and blue collar on his neck. a very nice one too. "Have you seen my keys ?" He was mercifully not drunk, or hungover. The keys were his, and given to him by Mom Goose. He then watched her a moment as she did her teeth. Remembering hje needed a bath, but there was a woman using the sink so doing so would be rude
She finished washing her face, dried her face, dried her hands, and dried the sink area. She turned towards Attila after folding the towel neatly.
"Yes, your keys are safe and sound with me here." She indicated towards her breast. Clearly having stored them in her cleavage.
Then he focused on what Mitsu said, His keys were safe and sound with her.... where ? Oh dear. "Ahuh... Ok uhm... you mind if I ah, ask for those back ?" At that moment he was stone sober, so asking for them back was a good thing
Oh, how wonderful an aid to her sorrows this new friend would be.
A companion, a drinking companion...She pondered on this as she walked outta the bathroom without a word. Still smirking seductively, still sauntering smoothly, levitating with each step. She knew what she desired. She knew...but she could not have this creature. No. She would not destroy his life for her vanity. Not again. |
"This was an escape." She solemnly relented aloud. No longer smirking. But she wouldn't let him see that. No. She would hid it, she would pour out an extra bit of sexy appeal in her aura, leaking and oozing the appeal she brought into the bar last night.
She settled down on the bed, crossed her legs, and laid back. Clearly lost in thought and stuck about her decisions.
A beat passed...then two...then a dozen. Surely the creature would watch in confusion.
"Ah!"
Mitsu finally arose. She would get up from the bed, and snap her fingers. The keys would appear to float in the air, and her clothes would disappear simultaneously. She would stand in only a sheer bra and lacy panties. Both water proof, she would float the keys over to the little creature, and begin to shower. Knowing that it would help her with her indecision, mistakes of recent past, and give her privacy to let her emotions really show on her face.
She would start the shower and simply close the barely opaque glass of the elegant shower space. Everything seemingly automatic. The perfect temperature water would begin cascading out.
he ambled to the phone then as his thoughts wandered to food. picking up the receiver he said "Hello, Room service ? Can you send up a menu ?" A few moments later and the menu would arrive. But until then Attila had time to kill so he turned onthe holographic TV on the wall and started watching the news, which was the weather report for Ariel. He spoke up as the report droned on "Lady in the shower, that I still dont know the name of, I requested a menu from roomservice, is there anything you'd like me to order for breakfast ?"
Mitsu lathered up some nicely scented shampoo to start on her hair. Having finished the rest of her body, it was now time to attend to her beautiful mane. This thought train lead her to thinking of the different issue now. One Atilla was currently addressing. Food. Which she heard over the running water from Atilla's shouting.
"I'll have Eggs Cumberbatch with Spicy Foi Gras lathered in melted Green Horned Goat Cheese. Whatever veggies are in season on the side. Blue Yellow Juice. If you don't know what that is, it like orange juice but yellow." Mitsu spoke over the shower. She wasn't sure her complex order would be heard correctly, so she wove a little magic in the air.
A papyrus note would appear outside the shower, with her entire order on it. It would float over to Atilla, asking for her order. At the very bottom will be a disclaimer about her dishes.
"P.S. - Make it look sexy."
A burly fellow with heavy plates for skin and sinew in between moves through the hallways with little more than a grey sash about his waist. Expressionless bony head if for two black eyes the quiet bass thump of agile plated feet were in no particular hurry. A laminated menu tethered together by small silk knots in hand. In lieu of any clothing, other than the wraps at his joints and hip, a name tag sat glued to one pectoral plate that read 'Vic - Bouncer'. The kitchen was busy at the moment and the bar at an idle murmur so one of the ever-beleaguered housekeeping sent him to the kitchen to deliver it instead.
Thus a light pound came from their door rather near the top with a deep toneless voice halting to enunciate each word, "Room service. I have your menu. Do you wish me to remain for your order?"
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