The New Watering Hole, The Golden Glass (Open RP)

[Wallstreet]

((I've decided to revamp Ewan's contribution to Bon Bon. We don't have many RPs going on right now, so I figured I'd start up a nice calm RP where we could interact and chat a bit))

Ewan stepped onto the floor of the Golden Glass. It had gone under renovations in the past little while. Ewan had decided that he would be happier in life owning and operating a bar as opposed to selling bottle for bottle.

It had taken a while, but now he was able to look over the bar and smile. Three arches stood proud behind the bar, one each for wines, spirits, and a pyramid of kegs of fine ales and lagers. Because of Ewan's connections round the world, many different and rare bottles shone on the shelves.

As one entered through the door, they would find the bar along the left wall. Along the opposite wall and running along the back of the bar sat booths, which could fit around six people each. In the middle of the bar rested an impressive billiards table sporting four cues and a set of balls set neatly in a triangle ready to be broken.

The whole place was built of polished mahogany, adorned by red leather seating and the shimmering glassware hung over the dark bar. The bar was overall very warm, inviting and comfortable.

Ewan flipped the sign over to "Open" and glanced outside. The sun was beginning to sink and the sky was reddening a bit.

He stepped back inside and started to polish up some glasses.
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Ewan's Golden Glass
Fine Alcohol and Good Times

Who the hell is Ewan Bushmill?
A reference: http://forums.pleasurebonbon.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=7319

[Drofgod969]

Drodel went out late morning in his suit to look at the scenery around Bonbon. He had just started when he noticed the new pub was open for the first time. Well... why not. Drodel thought as he pushed the wooden door open and let it close behind him. "Afternoon." Drodel greeted the Otter bartender as he walked in.
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[henkcobra]

( Sorry Drodel but you have to RP again with or do you want me to leave this topic?")
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[Drofgod969]

(it is up to you if you joined. I have no say in the matter.)
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Some weep, some cry, some make couches fly. - Katmir
Let me stand behind you in times of peace, let me stand infront of you in times of war, let me stand beside you as a equall, as a friend.

[Wallstreet]

(Everyone is free to join if they like )

Ewan saw the owl come into the bar and smiled. "Good afternoon to you. Welcome to the Golden Glass."

Ewan motioned about the place. "Feel free to sit wherever you please. Can I get you a drink?"
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Fine Alcohol and Good Times

Who the hell is Ewan Bushmill?
A reference: http://forums.pleasurebonbon.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=7319

[Drofgod969]

"Sure." Drodel said as he satdown at the third stool in. "I don't think i have seen you around town before." Drodel said as he took a glance at the drinks on the other side of the bar.
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Some weep, some cry, some make couches fly. - Katmir
Let me stand behind you in times of peace, let me stand infront of you in times of war, let me stand beside you as a equall, as a friend.

[Wallstreet]

"Yes indeed," replied the otter. "I've only been in town for a little while now, finally getting into a little business here. Seemed you lot were lacking a finer selection of alcohol, so I figured I'd come around and remedy that situation," he said with a chuckle. "The name is Ewan Bushmill, by the way, it's a pleasure."
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Fine Alcohol and Good Times

Who the hell is Ewan Bushmill?
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[Drofgod969]

"The name is Drodel Ovadin, local blacksmith and jewlcrafter." Drodel said as he offered a hand. "Then you should meet a freind of mine. His name is Fingo Ferton. He has a store called Spiret and Sidearms." Drodel continued. "Now then for a drink... I think i will have a glass mix of Water Worrior." Drodel said as he scrached his gotee with his other hand.
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Some weep, some cry, some make couches fly. - Katmir
Let me stand behind you in times of peace, let me stand infront of you in times of war, let me stand beside you as a equall, as a friend.

[Wallstreet]

((Forgive me Drof, but even as a bartender and Google ninja, I can't figure out the ingredients to the drink you ordered, so I'll have to be vague))

Ewan shook the hand happily. "I am always interested in someone with a taste for a good spirit. Now, as for that drink."

Ewan pulled a glass from above and laid it in front of the owl. He reached into a steel box. "When I mix a good cocktail, I like using hard ice. It keeps water from melting in and obscuring the taste." Ewan pulled the bottles from the shelf behind him. He mixed the water and liquor slowly, making sure he had the measurements just right before pulling away. "Voila, your Water Warrior."

He slid the drink forward and replaced the bottles on the shelf. "Enjoy."
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Fine Alcohol and Good Times

Who the hell is Ewan Bushmill?
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[henkcobra]

Henk saw a new cafe in Bonbon. The Golden Glass. "Hmm lets find out what they serve here." Henk walked in and saw Drodel talking with a otter who was behind the bar.

"Hello Drodel looks like at every place that starts here I will find you to. And how are you man and what can I drink here?" Henk took a bar pole and took his sword in his left hand. The otter looked a little worried. "I there a problem with my sword, good man?"
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[Feingo Ferinton]

Why couldn't they just leave him the hell alone?

Commander Ferinton moved through the evening crowds of BonBon in a rather agrevated manner, something or someone very clearly having pissed him off. He wore his cover low so the rim covered his eyes, something he often did when annoyed or angry. And he had good reason.

Someone had found him.

He couldn't be sure how or why, but that day had started out like any other, Feingo opening his shop, dealing with his costomers and answering the many questions they presented in regards to the many fine spirits and exotic weapons he kept in stock. But then, close to closeing, a man had walked into the store, not interested in liquor or weaponry, but instead, the Commander himself. The man had been a reporter from Paris, some bastard dirt-digger looking to interview the last known survivor of the French Foreign Legion's joint alliance with the 51'st Oregon against the Dahomians. Or, as this fellow had put it, The surviving commander of the 51st Oregon massacre. Feingo had wasted no time in his response, that being to place a revolver against the mans head, tell him none-too-kindly to get the fuck out, and then to close early.

So now, anger and the pain of his past flooded through his veigns like some cynical storm that made him desire only one thing: to drink until it wasn't there anymore. To drown the voices from his past in alchohol, just like he always did. He could have just stayed at the shop and gotten into his own supllies, but right now, he didn't even want to be there. That's when he spotted a newer spot, looking as if it had just opened up. Fuck it, ist was just as good as anywhere else, as long as they had something hard.

He swung the bar door open in an obviously angry way, and before even taking note of who was there, spoke the line he was known famous for when in one of his moods. "I'll take the strongest shit ya got, and I'll just take the bottle."
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[Crimson]

(Hope no one minds )

Crimson was sitting at the bar when the doors slammed open. He saw his old friend Feingo come storming in and took a seat right next to him. Obviously pissed about something to ignore everyone and place a drink. "Make that two and put it on my tab." Crimson said holding up two fingers. Before the barkeep could say anything about the tab, Crimson placed enough money to create several tabs. Crimson smiled.
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[Wallstreet]

As Henk turned into the pub, Ewan smiled brightly and greeted him "Greetings, sir, welcome to the Golden Glass. To answer your question, I have been around the world a few times. My stock includes the finest sake from Japan to the sweetest of Caribbean rums. I can supply most anything your heart, tongue, and liver desires." As the cobra showed off his sword, Ewan smiled again. "No, sir, I don't mind your weapon so long as you keep it sheathed. You don't grow up among the Irish pubs without learning how to break up a fight."

Suddenly, a white wolf burst through the door. Before Ewan could formally greet him, the wolf sat at the bar and grunted his order. "Certainly, sir," Ewan said as he quickly produced a bottle of rum marked "151" and a shot glass. When the bat offered to pay the tab, Ewan smiled and produced another shot glass. "That'll put some hair on your chests, lads, and I'm happy to put together a tab for a fellow Irishman. If you feel you want something more... relaxing, don't hesitate, my stock is vast and there's much more where that came from."

He sensed that Feingo was having a tough day. "You know, mate," he said warmly "I don't want to give you a tough time, but in my bar, you leave your troubles at the door and put on a smile. We're all about good friends and good times here. The first bottle is on the house, lads."
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Ewan's Golden Glass
Fine Alcohol and Good Times

Who the hell is Ewan Bushmill?
A reference: http://forums.pleasurebonbon.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=7319

[henkcobra]

"Whats the problem, noble wolf? Something about the past of you?Oh and I'm Henk Cobra by the way."Henk asked the wolf.

"Hello Crimson hows the relation with Lidia? Do you have time for a new project of building a dodjo for and some others?" Henk smiled to the bat and shacked his hand.
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[Drofgod969]

(whoops go out for the weekend and a full house apears.)

"Whoops sorry wrong one." Drodel said as he put his hands up defincevely. "I forgot you have never made a drink of mine. The drink i was talking about has a forth of a glass of mead, ale, rum, and sake." Drodel said to Ewan as Henk walked in and lisen to what he says. "Well i happen to be in town when they open." Drodel said to Henk as he turned to the entrince. Then Fingo bursts in with Crimson in tow.Yowch. Some thing has Fingo on edge. Drodel thought as Crimson put some florins on the bar. "Who is that offer for?" Drodel asked Ewan with a curious look.
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Some weep, some cry, some make couches fly. - Katmir
Let me stand behind you in times of peace, let me stand infront of you in times of war, let me stand beside you as a equall, as a friend.

[Wallstreet]

"Not at all, sir, my apologies." Ewan quickly pulled the drink back and mixed together the appropriate drink according to Drodel's specifications.

When Drodel asked his question, Ewan grinned and said "Well, now, since this is the official inauguration of the Golden Glass, I can't have my very first customers paying through the nose. And it would be rude to offer free drinks to some but not others. To celebrate, your first several drinks will be on me."
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Ewan's Golden Glass
Fine Alcohol and Good Times

Who the hell is Ewan Bushmill?
A reference: http://forums.pleasurebonbon.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=7319

[Onikage6925]

A shadowy figure walks in to the pub, he sits down next to the fruit bat at the bar. One scotch on the rocks. the dark figure asked. (sorry i'm still new to RPing, plus i'm having to type all this out on a psp)

[henkcobra]

"And how are you newone and what spieces are you?"Asked Henk to the new figure.
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[Crimson]

Crimson downed his drink and slammed it onto the bar. The drink was strong but good. He turned to Henk to answer his question but the snake was talking to someone else. He shook his head and turned back to the bartender. "So where do you hail from mate." Crimson said refilling his and Fenigo's drinks.
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[Wallstreet]

"Welcome, sir, to the Golden Glass. One scotch on the rocks coming up." Ewan greeted the new figure as he filled a glass with Aberlour scotch and ice. "There you go."

Ewan turned back to Crimson. "Well, my friend, I suppose I should fully introduce myself. My name is Ewan Bushmill, of the Bushmill Whiskey Distillers. I hail from County Antrim, Ireland herself."
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Fine Alcohol and Good Times

Who the hell is Ewan Bushmill?
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[Wallstreet]

((Double post))
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[Crimson]

"Ah ya don't say. I'm a Dublin boy myself till my folks sent me to the states looking for work. The famine hit us pretty hard and I was was the only able male to work." Crimson took another hard swig trying to stop himself from remembering what happened a few years after he arrived in the states. "They say America had streets paved with gold but when I got there all I found dirty streets and signs saying "No Irish need apply." Crimson took another swig.
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[Feingo Ferinton]

"Paved with gold my ASS!" Came the commanders voice from his seat at the bar, finally breaking his silence in a sudden reaction. He reached up and removed his military cover, placing it down on the bar in front of him, his face now comming into full view, along with his signature burning scar that ran across his right eye, such a damned souvenire from the war. "Twelve years in the Army, commanding troops on our soil and foreign soil, serving for all I was worth, only to come home after losing all those boys to a pat on the back, a couple words of sorry and a discharge. But could they do anything for the other two? What about Johnathan? Could they give him anything to keep him from pulling that trigger!? Paved with gold!? The only fuckin' thing those streets are paved with is the blood of innocent men who wind up getting themselves killed then forgotten, remembered only by shit-sucking reporters looking to get a few words for the morning column!!!!" Feingo took an agravated swigg from his glass, slamming the empty thing down onto the bar, panting momentarily from his rant.

That's when he noticed that all eyes in the bar were now on him, those who didn't know who he was no doubt thinking him crazy at this point. He took a couple of deep breaths, calming himself down and remembering what Ewan had said only moments before. He took another breath and flicked a lock of hair from his face before speaking. "My appologies Mr. Bushmill, been a rough day." He turned next to Crimson. "And my appologies for snapping at you like that my friend. Been one of those days at the shop. Forgive me old friend." He then turned back to Ewan, finally extending a smile to the new town barkeep. "Besides, like this fine fellow said, no troubles in the bar. Good to meet you Mr. Bushmill. Name's Feingo Ferinton, former commander, and owner of the local liquor store."
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[Crimson]

Crimson placed a hand on the wolfs shoulder. "What kind of friend would I be if I wasn't there for you to vent out on." He said with a smile. Patting the wolf on the back he took a swig from his glass again.
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[Wallstreet]

"Not at all, my friend," replied Ewan to Feingo. Having grown up around pubs and bars, he was used to outbursts of many different kinds.

"It is a pleasure to be formally introduced, I am always thrilled to meet a man with a taste for alcohol. You are correct, there are no troubles here, rather reflection and solutions. A smile, a good cocktail, and good company are the best medicine for the soul there is. Enjoy yourself here."
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Ewan's Golden Glass
Fine Alcohol and Good Times

Who the hell is Ewan Bushmill?
A reference: http://forums.pleasurebonbon.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=7319

[Drofgod969]

Well he has had a bad day. Drodel thought as he took a swig from his glass. "Hey Fingo how is the Inventory doing?" Drodel asked as he turned his head to face him.
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Let me stand behind you in times of peace, let me stand infront of you in times of war, let me stand beside you as a equall, as a friend.

[Onikage6925]

I'm a red fox, anwsered the figure in a deep voice after taking a sip from hes scotch.

[White_Fox]

"It's been quite a while, I wonder what's new in BonBon..." and just before the Arctic Fox could finish he stumbles upon the new bar.

"The Golden Glass, well I could always go for a drink anytime." Edward then makes his way in and across the row of stools to the one on the end. "Hello Ewan I'll take a glass of your finest absinthe."

[Wallstreet]

Ewan raises an eyebrow at the shady red fox. "How are ya, mate? What brings you to the Golden Glass today? Hiding from a jilted woman, are you?" Ewan hoped to make the fox warm up a bit and crack a smile.

He quickly turned his head as Edward walked in "Good afternoon, sir, welcome to the Golden Glass." As Edward placed his order, Ewan clapped his hands together. "Excellent, absinthe it is." Often times, Ewan will become thrilled at the prospect of mixing a drink that requires more delicate balance then others. As he began pulling the necessary supplies together, he remembered what he learned in France. Ewan took a glass and skillfully poured an ounce of Absinthe into it. He then balanced a slotted spoon on the glass and topped it with a sugar cube. He then pulled a glass of ice cold water forward and drop by drop, diluted the sugar cube into the glass. As Ewan poured, he remembered that the key here was timing. Too fast and the drink becomes layered. As the last of the sugar fell into the glass, one could notice the sugar dancing around in the absinthe. Finally, two measures of ice water to complete the cocktail. "Voila, votre Absinthe, monsieur," said Ewan with a bright grin.
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Who the hell is Ewan Bushmill?
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[henkcobra]

"Sorry man but how long do I have to wait for my drink?" Henk was tapping with his fingers on the bar and his tail was swinging nervous.
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