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poly_chromatic2012-06-24 10:35 pm
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[From the dark, dusty city streets, the brightly lit windows of a particular building might look exceptionally inviting. It's not the biggest tavern or the most luxurious boarding house or even the only place in town to offer both (and other services, although those do cost extra, mind) under one roof, but it has a certain hominess to it.
Inside, it's not so different from everywhere else in town: tables and stools that have seen better days, a scratched-up but well-polished bar, an old piano that's seldom left unmanned, walls and floors that are scarred from scuffles and shoot-outs. There's a fine selection of alcohol--the finest in town, a faded sign says--and, upstairs, some good, sturdy rooms where a fella can either enjoy a good night's sleep or a night of play. The atmosphere tonight and most nights is friendlier than that in similar establishments. Whether this is due to the place's no-nonsense hired muscle who usually manage to put down trouble before it starts, the patient and ready-to-listen barkeep, or the good-natured lady companions waiting to escort the paying customer to his bed is hard to say. Maybe it has something to do with all three.
Miss Penny is one of those aforementioned lady companions and very likely the best-natured of the bunch. She's not young enough to be either innocent or new to the job; nor is she old enough to be crass and cynical. If anything, Penny enjoys her occupation. The board's free, she's treated well, and there are few things she enjoys more than listening to the stories and woes of the tavern's patrons.
(Maybe being paid to sleep with patrons isn't quite so glamorous, but she prides herself on being sexually-liberated enough to do her job without much in the way of shame.)
Pull up a stool, if you're so inclined, and enjoy the tavern's drink selection. Just don't be surprised if a cheerful redhead in moderately risque attire joins you for a chat.]
[ooc: I'm late, be quiet. There are basically no plans here, so if you want your character to work here? Go for it. Want them to be a regular? Shoot, I don't mind. Have a desire to threadjack? Go wild!]
Inside, it's not so different from everywhere else in town: tables and stools that have seen better days, a scratched-up but well-polished bar, an old piano that's seldom left unmanned, walls and floors that are scarred from scuffles and shoot-outs. There's a fine selection of alcohol--the finest in town, a faded sign says--and, upstairs, some good, sturdy rooms where a fella can either enjoy a good night's sleep or a night of play. The atmosphere tonight and most nights is friendlier than that in similar establishments. Whether this is due to the place's no-nonsense hired muscle who usually manage to put down trouble before it starts, the patient and ready-to-listen barkeep, or the good-natured lady companions waiting to escort the paying customer to his bed is hard to say. Maybe it has something to do with all three.
Miss Penny is one of those aforementioned lady companions and very likely the best-natured of the bunch. She's not young enough to be either innocent or new to the job; nor is she old enough to be crass and cynical. If anything, Penny enjoys her occupation. The board's free, she's treated well, and there are few things she enjoys more than listening to the stories and woes of the tavern's patrons.
(Maybe being paid to sleep with patrons isn't quite so glamorous, but she prides herself on being sexually-liberated enough to do her job without much in the way of shame.)
Pull up a stool, if you're so inclined, and enjoy the tavern's drink selection. Just don't be surprised if a cheerful redhead in moderately risque attire joins you for a chat.]
[ooc: I'm late, be quiet. There are basically no plans here, so if you want your character to work here? Go for it. Want them to be a regular? Shoot, I don't mind. Have a desire to threadjack? Go wild!]