Obikabie
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Post by Obikabie on Mar 20, 2015 15:34:10 GMT
St Patrick's Night was always going to be a night to remember for Brannigan's Irish Bar.
The festivities had begun early in the morning, Shamrocks and Leprechauns had plagued the nearby city from breakfast to now the richness of the night that had fallen. Brannigan's was in full swing. Shouts and the beating rhythm of clapping hands accompanied LOUD Irish traditional from within.
Entering the bar the green would fill the eyes, that was even if you could make it through the doors of the wooden paneled bar. People swarmed in to make a claim on their Irish heritage for the night in the very least, if not again until next year. Live music filled the ears and brought the playful side of most to the forefront. The Guinness and the Whiskey flowed like the waters of the Boyne.
The Private are of the bar however that was normally reserved for the Kindred of the city was in fact as packed as the main bar with humans upon humans. It was the night off from rigidity. All was one, one was all.
Finding Loki wasn't a problem either. The tall and bulky Irishmen was the life and soul of the party, irony on the statement not lost. The thuds of his great boots could be heard along with the stamps of the others, the music blaring and the big man having the the time of his unlife, dancing away with the mortal society. Hands clapping and wide, wide smiles over his lips. His long hair falling in his face as he danced and moved, He was right in the center of the cleared floor, never one to give up a chance to enjoy himself in this manner.
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Blackfyre
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Post by Blackfyre on Mar 20, 2015 20:19:15 GMT
Victoria walks into the bar, wearing a black leather jacket, a screened tanktop that had 'Bitch is the New Black' printed on the front, jeans and Converses, as well as a ring on one finger. The dark-haired woman made her way up to the bar, exhaling a trail of smoke from the cigarette between her lips and slid onto a stool, noting the decorations while waiting for the bartender.
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surrealkiller
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Post by surrealkiller on Mar 20, 2015 20:47:58 GMT
Loralai was there at the bar, slightly leaning across the shiny bar-top to listen and laugh with two older men telling stories and cracking jokes. She wore a tank top and tartan style skirt, her hoodie tied to her middle. Every time she laughed at the old men, she looked happily at the big Irish guy dancing and stealing every heart in the place. When Victoria slid into her seat she caught the movement and pried herself away to side step in her direction. Loralai looked too thin and a compact little thing she was anyway, but her smile was gorgeous. "Happy Paddies. What can I get'cha?" *{Loralai has Blush of Health}*
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Blackfyre
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Post by Blackfyre on Mar 20, 2015 22:57:25 GMT
Victoria looks up at the person acting as the bartender, her gaze drifting to the display of bottles. "Think I'll start off with a shot or two of Jack. Thanks."
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Post by surrealkiller on Mar 20, 2015 23:10:16 GMT
Loralai nodded and went to pour a shot for the woman. Her eyes flickered to Loki twice while the liquid flowed and finally until a bead slid free to make a little ring on the pouring platform. She smiled and looked at the woman. "Oops, that ones for me."
She grabbed another glass and poured a proper shot to hand to Victoria then grabbed up her own over flowing one. "To... Shit what didn't I toast tonight yet?" her eyes flew to the men she was talking to just before.
"What didn't I toast yet?" The men called back, "Dirt!" "Rocks!" Lai laughed.
"To Irish dirt and rocks!" And with that she clinked Victoria's glass with her own and then drank her shot down in a gulp.
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Post by Blackfyre on Mar 20, 2015 23:17:47 GMT
Victoria laughs, clinking her glass to Loralai's as her gaze drifts around the room. "To Irish dirt and rocks!" She tosses the shot back and slams the glass down on the wooden countertop. "ANOTHER!"
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Post by surrealkiller on Mar 20, 2015 23:27:31 GMT
Lai refills the glass with a smile. "Looking to get drunk?" She asked in a conversational tone. "Let me know if you need a cab after. We'll make sure you get home safe, huh?" She winked and poured herself another shot, much smaller this time, barely a sip in the glass.
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Post by syn on Mar 21, 2015 1:28:11 GMT
Jerry wasn't far from Loki. Not as tall, but still not one to be missed. 6'5 and wiry, but solid and compact. He was as deep into the celebration as the bigger Irishman, only no sounds of heavy boots. Just his bare feet on the ground. Sure...he wore jeans, green button up with the sleeves halfway up and buttons slightly undone. Lit pipe was stuck into the corner of his mouth, but that didn't seem to slow him. It seemed a large group of patrons had formed up around them, watching the two dance the Irish dance. Sometimes it was together, sometimes they seemed to be competing. But both were grinning from ear to ear and laughing as they could.
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Obikabie
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Post by Obikabie on Mar 21, 2015 3:16:03 GMT
Loki smirked wide to his brother, a couple of 'well meaning' stamps missing Jerry's feet as a way to play fun. He laughed loud and slapped his brother on his shoulder. His hands gripping to his waist and legs flying with the beat of the music, fine more of a scottish stance, but he doubted anyone would blame him currently.
Giving a hoot he makes to catch Lai's eye, a mouthed 'olive juice' over to her as well as a pouting kiss. But he was soon turned back into the music with his brother, loving every moment.
(Both Jerry and Loki state a Fenrir PB x3 - for those who can pick it up)
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Post by syn on Mar 21, 2015 16:29:02 GMT
Lucky as he was, the large boots missed Jerry's bare feet as he moved them to the rythm. His moves matching Loki's, but also alternated between a Scottish style and a true Irish Jig. For now, he didn't pay any mind to the women at the bar and seemed centered on the shennanigan's at hand.
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Post by Blackfyre on Mar 21, 2015 19:23:00 GMT
"Not Irish, but what kind of person would I be if I didn't take part in this holiday? And sure, I'll let y'know if I need a cab." She downs the second shot, motioning to a bottle of Wild Turkey and holding out her shotglass for a refill.
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Post by surrealkiller on Mar 21, 2015 20:40:30 GMT
Loralai nodded to Victoria and smiled while standing on her toes to get the bottle off the shelf. Loki's hoot made her turn and a big sincere smile fell over her features when she saw him. She blew him a kiss from her finger tips and mouthed 'Elephant shoe' back to him before finally distractedly pouring Victoria's shot for her.
Laughing she told Victoria, "Biggest fucking leprechauns I ever seen." When she was done she leaned against the bar and watched the men dance with an utterly adoring look on her face.
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Post by Jo on Mar 21, 2015 23:56:19 GMT
Sasha came from the back room with a crate full of bottles. Full bottles. She looks like its a bit heavy for her - but she was managing. She hefted it up onto the bar and starts to restock; the place was busy as hell and the booze was flowing and people were happy and enjoying themselves. Which meant, more booze would flow. She moved to the music as she restocked and put more beer to cool.
She looked over her shoulder and laughed watching the brothers dance.
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Post by Obikabie on Mar 23, 2015 4:57:10 GMT
Loki slapped his brother's arm, faining breathlessness he moved over to the bar and grinning wide to Lai and Sash especially. His amber toned eyes turned to the woman at the bar and he could only smirk wider.
"Oh she likes th'whiskey does she?" He nodded as if to himself and looks over to Sash.
"Hey darlin' would'ya get me the strong spice.. I wanna see if our guest will turn a little pink.." he grins to Sash nodding his head towards Victoria as he leans his arms folded against the bar.
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Post by Jo on Mar 23, 2015 11:19:37 GMT
Sasha perks a brow. She looks to Victoria for a moment. Then she grins. It was a playful grin, but one that belies just how evil Loki was being. Okay, evil is a strong word... playfully spunky. Maybe. Sure, that fit better...
"Coming up."
She walks down the bar a little ways and pulls a bottle out from under the counter. One of the places they keep the special brews that are either favorites of the regulars or the owner. Out of sight of the people who just pass through (out of sight, out of mind, right?)....
"Here ya go, boss man." She would wink at him then turn to finish putting away what she'd carried out. Once she was done with that - she'd move on to cleaning glasses and getting those put away, too.
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