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Grand Opening!

Characters: Bryn Zethir and EVERYONE!
Date: Friday Evening, September 13th
Location: Bryn's Unnamed Bar
Situation: It's time for a grand opening!
Warnings/Rating: None expected but label your own threads if necessary.

After weeks of scrimping and saving, planning, organizing, working every day to get everything just so, Bryn's tavern is finally ready to open. There were times she wasn't sure it was ever going to happen, because what did she know about running a business, having only been a customer all of her adult life? There was still a chance that this would spectacularly flop and she would be broke and back to square one again. But tonight isn't the night to worry about that. One thing Bryn does know how to do is throw a party.

So, the two story has been scrubbed and polished within an inch of its life. The lanterns inside and out are burning with fresh candles. The bar is fully stocked, the kitchen has been bustling all day with food preparations, and for tonight, the stage is occupied by some of Keeliai's finest and liveliest kedan musicians. At one corner corner of the first floor, a table with ten jars can be found. Before each jar is a suggested name for the new tavern, and baskets of smoothly polished pebbles to be used to cast votes. Each attendee is welcome to vote for the name of their choosing, and Bryn will call her tavern by whichever one is the most popular.

All that's missing are her guests, whom she hopes to keep as customers over the coming weeks, months, or however long Bryn's stay in the city is.

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Poll #14201

Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 27

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Bryn's tavern needs a name, and the following options have been suggested! Every character attending gets a single vote and the one with the most votes will be the one picked!

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Bar In-Between
2 (7.4%)

The Brazen Pack-Beast
1 (3.7%)

The Brazen Turtle
10 (37.0%)

The Carapace
1 (3.7%)

Chelonauts
0 (0.0%)

The Frisky Swizard
8 (29.6%)

Iron Turtle
2 (7.4%)

Nowhere
2 (7.4%)

The Red Lion
1 (3.7%)

That Place
0 (0.0%)

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The first floor is where most of the activity happens throughout the evening. There, guests can find the main bar, an assortment of tables and booths, and the stage where kedan musicians play! Down a hallway at the back the restrooms can be found, the entrance to the kitchens, and a convenient back door for anyone wanting to make a more discreet entrance or exit. More details about these areas can be found here.

The second floor contains all of the smoking lounge areas as well as private rooms. Private rooms are not technically open to guests this evening, but someone clever enough can certainly sneak into one unnoticed if they time it well. On this floor, the music isn't as loud, and guests can also find the table where they can cast their vote on their preferred name for the tavern! More details about these areas can be found here.

The rooftop is open to all guests as well. While there aren't any musicians or servers frequenting this space as often as they will when the establishment is open, there's certainly enough space and seating for anyone who wants to get a breath of fresh air, or a little more space from the noise downstairs. More details about this space can be found here.

Here, there, and everywhere in between!

After spending most of the day preparing the to be was filled to the brim with bottles, drinks, and the right equipment for the bartender to be fully ready for the grand opening, Korra was ready to actually start her first night as barback.

It was a great change of pace from volunteering at the clinic and had a fun atmosphere that she really needed to surround herself in. Between keeping the bar stocked and arranging the unopened boxes of liquor in the back, Korra can be found sitting at the bar, casually bending herself a non-alcoholic drink and watching the customer come in.

This was an excellent choice and she was glad that Bryn hired her, more now than when she first voiced her interest in the job.

Nita's an experienced bar patron, and over a year experimenting with mixing her own drinks here in Keeliai makes the jump to bartender a logical one in her mind. She's figured out equivalents for most of the cocktails back home on late 20th-century Earth, and invented a few with local ingredients or exotic ones from other worlds. (On that note, the management does not recommend ordering a Waterbender unless you are from the Water Tribes or Atlantis.)

Her sole concession to practicality is a brand spanking new bar apron tied over her usual bathing suit...with nothing in the pockets. It's within the realm of possibility she has no idea what you're supposed to carry around as restaurant staff, since a career in food service is not something she'd ever considered before, and certainly not one her cousin the king of Atlantis would approve of if he were ever to find out--though even he'd concede that friendly little Nita has what it takes to be an excellent barkeep. She can even do her own bouncing.

One downside she hadn't considered, however: having to stay put when nothing's happening. Not as planned! Leaning on the bar, Nita rests her chin in her hands, gazing blankly at the rest of the room.

The last time Dick got to tend bar was when he worked at the bar in Bludhaven. And he had loved it. Absolutely loved it, even if he had no idea how to do anything when he first started out. But he'd learned, just as he could learn a few new things here, too.

But it was nice to have everything come back to him so easily. Like he hadn't ever stopped mixing drinks, cracking open bottles of beer. Hell, he had his muddler handy, right there in the pocket of his apron. Because you had to have something to keep everything you might need handy. Plus, he had the bar flair down pat. Dick couldn't remember the last time he had been this excited about starting something new.

And he was ready to go.

For most of the evening, Bryn can be seen just about everywhere in the tavern. A version of her seems to be on all three floors, seeing to everyone's comfort, making sure things run smoothly, and also doing her best to see to it that no one gets into any trouble or goes where they shouldn't.

Wearing a fitted emerald green dress made by the Earth sector's best seamstresses, she mingles with everyone she runs into, if only to say hello and ask if there's anything they need. While her priority is to play hostess, and it's clear from the smile on her face that she's enjoying it, that isn't to say that she isn't also enjoying seeing friends and enjoying the fruits of her labor as well. What's a party without a little food or a drink, after all?

By the end of the evening, there's very little that needs to be done. The kedan she hired to keep on top of keeping the place clean throughout the evening have done an excellent job. A little worn out and tired after spending the evening split, Bryn can be found in singular mode, stretched out on one of the plush couches in the smoking lounge.

She thinks to herself that she ought to take her shoes off, maybe rub her feet a bit, but that requires getting up enough to do so, and for the moment she only has energy to reach for her glass of water, or the mouthpiece of the waterpipe on the table in front of her. So instead she remains as she is, relaxing after a very busy, successful evening, watching those who pass by to see if any of them are friends who might join her.

Edited 2013-09-13 05:51 (UTC)

Holiday heard about a new bar in town through word of mouth. Usually, bars weren't her sort of scene, but she decided to at least support someone's opening night and maybe having a drink or two. The doctor is now very happy that she did so.

After touring through the building and grabbing a watermelon margarita along the way, Holiday found herself on the beautiful roof of the establishment overlooking the area. This place was pretty nice... Perhaps she should find reasons to come here more often.

Shepard is not one to pass up the opportunity to hang out in a bar - it's one of the best places to spend shore leave, and she's especially happy to have a foreigner-run establishment that she can visit now. It feels a little more like the bars and clubs of home, and that's always a good thing.

She's had a few drinks already - Cerberus cybernetics doing their part to keep her sober for the moment - and seeking out familiar faces is an old habit.

"Hey, Doc," she says congenially to the other woman when she spots her. "Having a good time?"

Shepard approaches the bar amiably, enjoying the relaxed but fun ambiance of the place. The only thing she thinks is lacking, perhaps, is a dance floor. But she's okay doing without as long as the booze is good.

The guy behind the bar looks like he's an expert, so she tips her head slightly to one side. "What's the strongest thing you've got?"

She always asks for whatever is strongest. Old habit.

The place looks great, as far as Shepard is concerned. Some commanding officers have stricter rules about imbibing while on active duty - some even go so far as to discourage it during shore leave. But Shepard has always been different - the kind of stress most soldiers are under (especially those under her command), sometimes drinking and dancing the night away is the best remedy for it, to ensure a clear head and task-oriented focus. As long as no one shows up for shifts drunk or hungover, she's always poo-poo'ed at the stuffed shirts.

She only wishes this place had a dance floor. Or that there was some ryncol around. Ryncol is about the only thing that can still reliably knock her on her ass.

Dancing or no, there's a steady stream of booze and a good spot for people watching - Shepard's about as content as she ever is on the turtle.

Arthur's done a little procurement for Bryn's business venture - it stood to reason that he'd be there on opening night, if for no other reason than to judge whether it might be a good investment in the long run.

Well, it was hopefully going to be a fun night, at least.

Leaning against the bar, he offered Korra a skeptically raised eyebrow. "Aren't you a little young to be hanging out in a place like this?"

Arthur isn't a smoker - too smelly, ruins nice clothes and increases the cost of his dry-cleaning - but there's nothing like a nice, dark smoking lounge for quietly people-watching, sipping a drink, and remaining at least somewhat anonymous himself.

This might become a good place to do business, if the bar continues to attract customers.

Sitting nearby, watching him mix, Kyle's struck with nostalgia. It's not Warriors, or Guy's Place, so he probably won't be working or coming here regularly, but he likes the atmosphere so far. Maybe it's because of opening night, but he finds the place just noisy enough for him to blend in, keep to himself, and observe, with enough familiar faces that he'll have something to do. In the future he's supposed to be opening his own cop bar on Oa. Never hurt to learn something new before that, although if asked, he'd already claim to be an excellent mixologist. Something about all those alien taste buds he'd had to cater to.

In fact, it's weird to be on this end of the bar, alone. He watches Dick crack open a bottle, and studies the label before he slides his empty glass over. 'Never seen that one around before. Let's try it.'

Tobacco, cigarettes, pipes—Henry has quietly arranged for Bryn to have the best, and he passes through the smoking lounge observing his handiwork with pleasure. After making the rounds of the party, he finds a comfortable place to sit and opens his cigarette-case.

And then he swears softly under his breath, for his match-box has gone missing.

And on cue, there is a hand with a lighter from a boy whose sweet smile has led hundreds down to Hell. "Need a light, Harry?"

"Dorian. Your timing is exquisite; thank you." He leans toward the lighter to ignite his cigarette and then extends the case in his hand toward Dorian as an offer. "And how are you enjoying the evening?"

He's not surprised to see Dorian there; he is aware of Bryn's comings and goings and those of her friends, and knows that they are friendly. He's not even particularly perturbed, though some part of him would strongly prefer that she not happen upon Dorian and himself just yet.

Dorian starts to hold up a hand to decline the cigarette, then changes his mind and accept the offered case. But at least he lights the cigarette for himself. "Oh, well enough. All these social events are confusing me; I'm going to start wondering if the season is on."

He is not, except in Lord Henry's company, but he is in Henry's company and so, in just this instant, it is true. "How did you enjoy the set-up?" Of course he can see where Harry has had a hand in a protégé's work. Even if he had missed the signs, he could have guessed simply knowing Lord Henry and Bryn's natures.

Edited (dorian you're not on facebook put down the like button) 2013-09-13 16:52 (UTC)

Welp. Time to get down to business. Literally. He'd been putting off actually doing the whole job search thing. Now...situation was really dire. He couldn't keep mooching off Scott and Isaac anymore.

So he found Brynn, wandering the floor. And he's in his best new suit, which doesn't suit him at all. (Chinese-style clothes aren't his thing. He'd be much more comfortable in his plaid, honestly. Somebody find this poor kid some plaid!)

"Uh, hi, 'scuze me. Are you Bryn?"

"It cannot possibly be the season; there are no matrons accosting me with demands to persuade you toward designs on their daughters' virtue." For even at that late date, even with the stories that were told, there were still families with unmarried daughters who were willing to overlook a bit of gossip in favour of an old name and a country estate.

He takes the cigarette case back when Dorian is finished (a slight twitch of the eyebrow at the near-refusal) and pockets it. "Bryn has done very well, wouldn't you say? I fear some of my notions of what she could make of it were rather different to my own, but—" a gesture around the lounge, "—here, at least, we were in accord." Relatively so, at any rate.

There had been the matter, for instance, of the glassware. Henry had gone to some trouble to procure some beautiful blown-glass goblets from an artisan in the Metal sector, but when he'd presented them to Bryn, he'd been informed that they would probably end up in pieces before the opening day was over. Suggestions of silk drapery and the local celadon ceramics had been met with similar resistance.

Edited 2013-09-13 18:37 (UTC)

Henry has been making the rounds of the party (and has not yet run into Dorian), and having done with the ground floor, has ambled up to the lounge.

"Arthur. Good evening. I hope you're enjoying yourself."

[He had promised to sing, and while Sei does many things that are considered questionable, breaking promises isn't one of them. Especially when it's a promise he'll get paid for. So throughout the night, when there are other chefs around, Sei slinks out of the kitchen onto the stage to sing, all rich jazz songs in a rich, honeyed tenor. His voice is a thing of completely unfair and ridiculous glory, and even when he finishes a set (usually three songs, with no requests taken as he has no idea what anyone's talking about), he lingers by the stage for a while, and seems perfectly relaxed and completely approachable, for once.]

[As the evening winds down Sei's shooed out of clean-up by the other chefs, and wanders up the floors to take a better look of the place, eventually stopping in the smoking lounge to peer at the sprawled pile of person who seems to be Bryn.]

Y'know, boss, it'll probably be difficult to run the place if you turn into a puddle on that couch.

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Grand Opening!

FIRST FLOOR

SECOND FLOOR

ROOFTOP

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Korra | Open

Nita bartending, open

Dick Grayson, the other bartender, open!

Bryn in Hostess Mode | Open

Bryn in Winding Down Mode | Open

Doc Holiday | OPEN

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Shepard | Open

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Arthur | Open

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Lord Henry, Dorian, and eventually Bryn for great awkwardness.

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Hello hi how are ya?

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Sei | Before/After performing, Open

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