The Festive Tankard! {TT01}

Normally, I'd be back with Father in the Brewery, but not tonight. Certainly not tonight when we'd been preparing for it since nearly three months ago. Doubling our production since then to sooner replenish the amounts we'd serve tonight.

The old lights that the Vocati clan had invested in so long ago twinkled like the Milky Way above our heads, except instead of being nestled in space, the lights were twisted around rafters and hung across walls.

The wood floors were polished until our customers could pick their teeth in the reflection and the oak bar top gleamed as though it was amber instead of dead cellulose. 

I was helping Bailey turn over the last of the chairs, rubbing a cloth quickly over the seats and legs before setting them in front of spots along the tables.

Brandy and Aytac checked the level of the bottles, sometimes writing something down to prepare a list of things to grab from the back. The glasses clinked together as they pulled bottles from the back of the bar's shelf.

Shirley and Alyx sat at one end of the bar, mountains of shot/beer/wine/champagne glasses stacked before them. Their deft fingers used cloths to wipe the water smudges from the glass surfaces.

Over in one corner sat Aunt L'Eau, her clothes as fancy as ever (at least compared to the casual clothes our family wore; I was wearing a warm forest-green flannel shirt) and my mother, who had brought them some warm tea to sip before the long night began.

Uncle Beer was off in the file room somewhere, taking care of the paperwork and checking the accounts. I think.

It was barely thirty minutes 'til opening, when the place would flood with people. Half price drinks and and appetizers all night. I'd be kept busy making fries and bringing out chips and salsa and queso and who knows what else.

I stood with my hands on my hips and surveyed the scene. Tonight was guaranteed to be loud and successful.

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{ Plot Notes | Episode 01: The Festive Tankard! }

Hiya folks! Glad you could be joining us this evening. It is a Saturday night in early March at the Tottering Tankard. Skies are clear to view the half-moon this evening, with a slight breeze and temperatures in the low 60's.

After months of careful planning and preparation, The Tottering Tankard is hosting a festival night. Drinks are half off and there will be dancing, poker and black jack all night. The only true difference between tonight and other Saturday nights is the happy hour and the publicity for the event, as well as the extended hours (6pm to 6am). Get ready for a long shift folks!

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Asher "Ash" Grove -A 21 year old with a taste for girls and hard liquor, Ash has a gambling problem and is a frequent patron and trouble-maker for the Tottering Tankard.

Mary Ann Lovelace - A rather beautiful young woman of 18 who has joined a group of her lady friends for a girl's night out.

Lyda Sue Lovelace - Sister of Mary Ann, but not nearly as beautiful. A member of the GNO group.

Stonewall Jack - A sixty year old regular of the bar, he's called Stonewall not for his stubborn outlook on life, but for the way he always seems stoned. Popular with the younger crowd. Free weed anyone?

- Make your own! These are just here for some ideas. 

{ o t h e r }

Even if you're not part of the plot, but you have a D9, feel free to have them come join the crew! The more the merrier.

Have fun, guys! This thread will close March 31st so please post before then.

The plot is officially open!