RMN TAVERN

A chapset walks into a bar...

She's standing on a small stage, barely larger than the tables that dot the room, crooning an old tune. Her accent is odd, but it works with the songs she sings. A few of the older crowd are relaxing at a table nearby, talking about the differences between classic games and she can't help but overhear a bit of what they say, but doesn't butt in. She's too busy at the moment.

She sees a lot of people come and go; sometimes it's the same crowd, sometimes not. She, herself, has been here a long time and has known a lot of these people for years. She tries to make the new ones feel welcome and is always happy to lend a hand if needed, though she makes no secret of her derision towards those who spurn advice. After all, why ask when you aren't going to listen?

There are commotions from time to time, sure, but she stays out of it, or at least attempts to - even if she is curious about the goings-ons. Recently it's been pretty quiet though. The new establishment has helped in that regard and the bouncers also keep a tight lid on things - especially since the new guy was hired. They've done a good job keeping the peace, and she sends a smile to one who is eyeing a table of people who have started to get a bit too loud. They'll probably quieten down on their own; there's no maliciousness in their voices and their movements indicate friendly banter rather than anger or heated argument.

One of the new faces approaches the stage and signals a desire to talk, then heads to an empty table in a shady corner. It's not a face she's seen around before and her curiosity is piqued. Leaving the stage, she heads over to him, careful to dodge one of the drunks who tries to cop a feel and points him out to one of the bouncers on her way past. He probably won't be allowed back in for a while. The boss isn't one for allowing harassment of any kind and is known to come down hard on that type of thing.

The table is well-placed - easy to see the rest of the bar, but shadowy enough to hide ones identity if they remain quiet and don't draw attention. It's a favourite of those who play at being bad guys and has hosted many a shady transaction. She takes a seat, signals the barman for her usual and focuses on the man in the seat across from her. He's decidedly young and sips nervously at a large glass. One hand drums against the table and his eyes sweep the room one last time before focussing on her.

"So, what can I do you for, stranger?" She deliberately rolls the r a bit, just to see how he reacts.

The young man seems a bit nervous, and whispers something across the table. A loud cheer from one of the tables makes it impossible to hear, so she leans forward, careful not to speak too loudly. Obviously he wants to keep this on the down-low.

"Speak up, sweetie. I won't bite, promise. Well, not unless you want me to, anyway."

His face flushes a bit but he's apparently found his voice. From his accent she judges he's from the Americas. He makes a decent effort to keep his eyes up top, which she appreciates.

"Um, I was wondering if you'd help me with a project I'm working on, miss. See, I saw you're a real good mapper with the RTP and, well, I've some caves as need mapping and no time to do them myself. I'd be glad to accredit you, 'course!"

He seems sweet enough - naive to just up and ask her right out, but hell, it's not like she hasn't been approached before. People seem to find her easy to ask about this sort of stuff, and really, she doesn't mind. Spreading the RTP love is one of the main things she about.

Still, she does have standards and it's no use doing something that she's not sure will be appreciated - not when she has her own work to do - so she offers an ultimatum; a test.

She likes to know that her time and effort won't be wasted and most of the time she won't team up with people that she doesn't know well. It's led to the kind of memories only hard drink will erase, and she's not that fond of alcohol to begin with.

"Tell you what, sweetie. How about you show me some of what you can do and I'll consider it, hm? After all, I wouldn't want to get caught up in something that might not be worth my time. Come see me then, okay?"

She smiles; flirtatious and just a bit sharp. She doesn't want him to think about coming back if he's just going to waste her time. He swallows - it must be a nervous reflex - and she leans back, turns to the side and crosses her legs; ignoring him.

Any moment now a waitress will be approaching with her drink - giving her a way out of any mess she might have stumbled into. It's something she set up with the barman years ago. An extraction point. Very useful during certain... transactions. She'll take it this time, though not because she's afraid to be caught up in something too large. No.

She's said all she wants to say to this new fellow, and has given him a chance to impress her. Now it's up to him to prove himself. She'll keep an eye out for him, yes, but she won't initiate the next contact. That'll be his choice and woe betide the fellow if he's foolish enough to come back without quality goods.

She takes her drink, says goodbye and heads back to her stage. That's where she likes it best, watching the faces, old and new, as she croons out song after song. It's what she enjoys. And if she gets a bit of action on the side with other peoples' projects, well, who's to say it's not all worth it in the long run?


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I may have got a bit carried away. Perhaps. Just a little. >.<;

Time was a man could sit in the tavern and enjoy a quiet drink without anyone bothering him. Those days are over, though.

Trihan sits in a secluded corner with his companion--his usual "Tundra - coming soon!" billboard hiding him from view, for now. He has a bucketload of scripts on the backburner and it won't do to get caught up in distracting conversations.

Liberty's hushed conversation catches his interest, however; he admires the shape of her grammar, but...there's something missing. Something important. He rises from the table and gestures for his companion to follow.

Approaching Liberty's table, Trihan clears his throat and smiles as she looks up, pointing to his friend. "Have you met Semicolon? I think you guys would get on great!"

(No offence Lib, I just couldn't resist after seeing you didn't use a single one in your post--well, other than in your emoticon at the end :P)

I am not good at this but I will give it a try.

"Welp, Welp!, What are you drinking right now?" Says a man with long and messy hair to another man.
"I am having a RPG rum from the year 2003?" He answer, he have a 3 days beard.
"I heard is a very claimed beverage but many have change their preference to more classy drink as VX Wine, I heard that is very good too."
"I don't doubt it is good, but I have passed through many good times while drinking of this shit. I am afraid that I will forget how it taste if I start drinking other things."
"You can drink both."
"Naaah, Im not into rum&wine cocktail, you ruin the authenticity."
"Why not?" Ask the other while drinking a strange liquid, The man with a 3 days beard and laggy eyes hesitates.
"I don't really know, I guess are ideas of mine..."
"Well, people have told me to never mess up with the ideas of others" The laggy eyes man stares at the drink of the crazy hairs.
"What are you drinking?"
"Oh, this? It's Cider, Renpy Cider?"
"So you are an artist?"
"Nah, You can consider me more as a poser than an actual artist." Both laugh.
"Well, I have to go"
"Right, take care man."
"Yeah, you too."