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Take Me Home Tonight
Summary: You run into a familiar face while working. (Bucky Barnes)
Warnings: noncon/dubcon, fingering, dry humping, flirting.
Note: look, we didn't expect Applebee's to inspire one fic, but now it's done two fics. Shit. We are deranged.
Please enjoy and let me know what you think. Please also reblog because it’s a lot longer than I intended.
You hug the menus to your chest as you approach the booth of four newly sat in your section. As you do, you stutter step, unsure if your eyes are seeing clearly. You know that hair, the subtle wave of brown with strands of silver woven in. You step up and give a smile to the men.
“Good evening,” you place a menu in front of each of them; the burly blonde comedically crowded into the corner beside the man with dark hair and darker eyes, the blonde you vaguely recognise from his acquaintance with the most familiar face at the table, “Mr. Barnes.”
“Oh, hi,” he sits up and sets the drink menu back at the centre of the table, “uh,” he gives you a peculiar look, “I thought you worked down at the Denny’s.”
“Used to. Just got hired here,” you chime, “uh, so, are you all ready to go with your drink orders?”
“You mind?” The blond with the short hair nudges him.
“Yeah, go ahead, I’m still thinking,” he sits back.
“Heineken,” the man orders with a tweak of his eyebrow.
“Seems you don’t carry Hansa so I’ll have a jolly rancher cocktail,” the big blond intones. You almost laugh, thinking of him with the bright blue drink with a gummy worm for garnish.
“Shirley Temple for me,” the other says, “designated driver.”
“Oh, of course,” you note each order in your head, “and you, Mr. Barnes?”
“Mr. Barnes,” the man across from him goads.
“Bucky,” Mr. Barnes corrects you, “uh, I’ll take a Corona.”
“Alright, Heineken, jolly rancher, Shirley Temple, Corona,” you list off, “I’ll be back with your drinks and to take your order.”
“Thanks,” Bucky smiles.
“Yeah, thanks, doll,” the blonde at his shoulder winks. You don’t miss the elbow he receives from his seat partner.
You go to the bar and put in the order. You do a round to check in on your other tables, grabbing a few napkins at request and clearing plates. When the drinks are set out neatly on a tray, you carry them to the booth and dole them out.
“So, are we starting with an appetizer?” You ask.
“We’ll do some nachos,” the man across from Bucky says, “thanks, sweetie.”
“Beef, chicken, or veggie?”
“Chicken,” he answers.
“Hey, I know you,” the blond drapes his arm over the side of the booth, “you’re the neighbour girl.”
“Steve,” Bucky reproaches under his breath.
“What? It was killing me. I just couldn’t place the face.”
Bucky utters your name, almost reluctant to do so, “I’m just out with buddies,” he explains, “buncha old men catching up;” he jabs his thumb towards the man beside him, “Steve, Thor,” he points to the other blonde then to the man across from him, “Sam.”
“Sounds like fun,” you chirp, “well, I’ll go get those nachos. Are we planning on entrees?”
“We’ll just share the chips,” Bucky assures.
Sam leans back and pats his chest, “heartburn.”
You humour him with a smile and nod before spinning away. You flit off and head for the kitchen. It’s strange seeing Mr. Barnes– Bucky outside the neighbourhood. He’s always just been next door. Odder even seeing him without his family. Well, you guess he deserves the break. Every time you see him, he’s on his way somewhere.
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The night wears on. Your shifts always pass quickly as you’re kept afoot by patrons and managers alike. Several times you find yourself visiting Bucky’s table to top up drinks and they grow rowdy as the game comes on the big screen.
You’re almost amused as you’ve never seen your neighbour like this. He’s always so stern and standoffish. A small wave as he mows the lawn or a ‘morning’ as you pass by him unlocking his car. Even your father claimed he was the most serious man he’d ever met.
“Sweetheart,” Sam smiles at you as clear the empties, “can we get our check? I gotta get them out of here before they break something.”
“Sure thing,” you say as you stack the tray with bottles and glasses, “separate or together?”
“Together. I’ll have to chase them down for the difference,” Sam answers.
As you take the clear Corona bottle from in front of Bucky, he rests his chin in his hand and watches you. Your eyes meet his and your cheeks round even more. He’s definitely drunk.
“Hi,” he babbles.
“Hello, Mr. Barnes,” you return.
“I told you, it’s Bucky,” he grins.
“Bucky,” you repeat, “you want some water?”
He sits up and drags his elbow off the table, “I guess I should…”
“For all of them,” Sam says from your other side, “please.”
“Alright, check and waters.”
You almost click your heels before you sweep off on your mission. It’s almost closing time and the place is sparse. A few stragglers along the bar but no more hectic families of screaming toddlers breaking crayons and tossing napkins.
You go to the till and print out the bill and grab a handheld from the charger. You place both on your cleared tray and fill three glasses of water. You carry them back to your last table and gently set the condensating drinks before each diner. Sam takes the bill as he holds his card between two fingers.
“You go to school?” Steve’s voice startles you before you can summon small talk.
“Uh, yeah, second year,” you answer him.
“I thought so,” he says, “college girls…”
“Shut up, Rogers,” Bucky grumbles, putting his hand up to block out Steve, “ignore him. He’s trashed.”
“Speak for yourself,” Steve swats his hand down and receives a swipe back.
The men slap at each others’ hands as Thor stands and leans over, his size deterring the men as he shoves their arms apart, “enough. Or I’ll drag you out like stray cats.”
You try not to show your discomfort as Sam hands you back the machine and it loudly prints his receipt. You offer him a copy but he insists you go and enjoy your night. You bid them all the same and set off to clear the last of your tables.
Your coworkers start their own closing tasks and the music turns off as closing time hits. You glance up, everyone’s gone. You go back to the booth and gather up the mostly untouched glasses of water and wipe it down. With your tables done, you turn in your apron and go to get your cut of the tips. Your tally comes up higher than you expect thanks to the table of middle-aged men.
You head out the back door and round to the front of the shining marquee. You’ll uber home since your mom is out of town. As you step up on the little pavement lip in front of the restaurant, a figure stands from their perch on the ground. You don’t recognise Bucky until he says your name.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” You ask as you lower your phone.
“Ah, well, me and Steve…” he rubs his neck and chuckles, “I’m waiting on a cab but none have passed by.” He shrugs, “plus, I figured we’re headed in the same direction…”
“Oh, uh, yeah, I guess,” you say, “I was just ordering an uber. Kinda don’t like taking them alone so late at night anyway.”
“Great,” he slurs, “uh, sorry about tonight. My friends are… a lot.”
“It’s fine, you were having a good time,” you select a ride and black out your phone. “Just make sure you drink lots of water.”
“Hmm,” he hums, “you’re so nice… I’ll be fine, you know? I can take care of myself.”
“I know, I just… I hate hangovers.”
“Oh? Didn’t take you for a drinker?”
“Well, don’t tell mom but once in a while.”
“My lips are sealed,” he surprises you as he reaches to squeeze your shoulder. “And I’ve never broken a promise to a pretty girl.”
You want to laugh. He’s tipsy and it’s kind of cute. The glare of headlights flash over you and he drops his arm away from you. The uber approaches and you check the plate, pointing Bucky in ahead of you.
He sidles over the seat and yawns as you climb in next to him. The driver confirms your destination as you let yourself relax against the seat. The tension of your shift slowly drifts away.
Bucky slowly slides until he’s leaning against you, “I’ll pay you back for the ride,” he grumbles as he rests his head on your shoulder.
The tension seeps back into you but you try not to overthink it. He’s just your neighbour, a friendly neighbourhood dad, a bit discombobulated from his night out. He probably doesn’t get many of those.
“Been a long time since I went home with a girl like you,” he chuckles.
You laugh, a nervous tickle in your throat as his weight bears down on you. You can smell a hint of citrus from his hair. Hopefully he’ll forget this all by the morning.
You’re quiet as the driver continues on. By the time you get to your street, you’re sure Bucky’s fallen asleep. You’re worried about getting him back to his place. As you get close to your house, you point the driver to the house right beside your own. That’ll be easier.
To your surprise, Bucky sits up and lets out a sleepy grumble. You thank the driver as your neighbour grabs onto your hand and tugs you towards his side as he opens the door. You let him and he clings to you as the uber leaves you in the shadow of the Barnes’ abode.
“Let’s go to bed,” he pulls you towards the walkway.
“Bucky,” you utter, “uh, Mr. Barnes?”
Is he that drunk? He must not realise you’re not his wife. You look around. You don’t see her car. That explains his little boys’ night. She’s probably visiting family again so he’s all alone.
“Hey,” you laugh unevenly as he drags you up onto the porch. He’s very strong. “Mr. Barnes, it’s me.”
He stops and sways. He squints at you and feels his pockets, jangling his keys through the fabric. He steadies himself and grins. His eyes hold yours, drowning you in pools of oceanic blue.
“I know,” he says soberly, “it’s you.”
You stare at him in confusion, blinking as he slides his hand into his pocket. You glance over your shoulder at the dark siding of your parents’ house. You face him again as he pulls his keys out but drops them between his shoes. You put your phone in your purse and shift the bag to rest on your hip.
“I should– oop,” you look down, “Mr. Barnes,” you bends to grab the keys, “alright, I’ll just get you inside and head home.” You stand up and hold up his keys, “which one?”
He points to the square gold one and you shove it into the slot. You push the door inward and gesture him ahead of you. He shuffles over the threshold, tripping before barely catching himself on the frame. You follow him in and look around cautiously. You’ve never been inside.
“Let’s get you to the couch, Mr. Barnes,” you grab his arm as he wobbles, “you just need to sleep this off–”
You tug on his arm but he doesn’t budge. Once more, all unsteadiness fades and he’s suddenly immovably still. He turns his head slowly and puts his hand over yours.
“I told you,” he faces you as he guides your hand up his arm, “it’s Bucky.”
“Um, alright, uh–”
He backs you up and you collide with the door, the impact forcing it shut. You gulp and press yourself against the inside as he pens you in, clutching your hand to his shoulder. The beer on his breath mingles with the citrusy scent that cloys from him.
“Mr. Barnes, what–”
“Shhh,” his hand slips from your and he grips your chin, “it’s okay–”
“St–”
He smothers your protest with a kiss. You’re too stunned to do more than flatten yourself against the door. His grip makes your jaw ache as his other hand crawls up your thigh. You squirm and push against his shoulder with a whine.
He doesn’t relent. He pushes his foot between yours, edging them apart as he picks your fly open. You curl your fingers, jabbing your nails into him. He growls but doesn’t stop.
You turn your head, forcing your mouth away from his.
“Mr. Barnes… Bucky, please–”
He hushes you again as his hand falls from chin to throat. He squeezes, crushing out any hope of screaming for help. He nuzzles into the side of your neck, his nose tickling the line of your jaw. You whimper as his hand delves beneath the cotton of your panties.
His fingertips brush along your trimmed vee of hair and he swirls the short curls with a purr. He extends his middle finger, feeling along your folds and dipping between. He flicks his finger back and forth, exploring you until he finds your clit. He rolls his finger, stoking a heat beneath his touch.
You wriggle and trail your hand down his arm, gripping his wrist as you fight him. You’re too weak. You croak through your tight throat as you try to fight the swirling tide building with the friction of his roughened fingertip. This can’t be happening.
He’s drunk. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’s not like this.
A million thoughts race with as many sensations. You stand on your toes as your muscles knots and the tension coils in your core. You shouldn’t feel like this. This is wrong. This isn’t real. Your eyes roll back and you hide behind your eyelids.
His finger glides as you slicken against him. He quickens his pace, toying with you as he breathes against your neck, puffing damply as his hand remains firm on you. He keeps you pinned as he goads your body on, fueling a fire you’ve never lit before.
You squeak as you twitch without permission. You succumb to the brewing storm, blown away in the whirlwind as your mind is stifled by your body. You gulp and gasp, your hand slipping down to his chest as your other falls away from his arm.
“You’re so sexy,” he purrs as he lets you go.
You brace yourself against the door, breathless and paralysed as you watch him raise his hand. He presses his fingertips to his mouth and you see the glisten on them. He pushes them inside and sucks them clean with a growl.
“And so sweet, baby,” he steps forward, crowding you again.
The afterglow has you helpless. He feels along your side as his other hand wanders down your leg. He pulls your knee up and brings himself flush to you. He bends his knees as he presses his crotch into yours. You murmur at the hot weight between you.
He curls his arm around your neck and your head lolls back. He bows to kiss you, devouring you as he slowly rocks his hip. A fiery heat builds between the layers of fabric, the friction of your seam rubs you through the damp cotton of your panties.
He gasps into your mouth as his pace quickens. The door shifts and squeaks with his motion as he pounds you into it, hips pumping as his bulge pokes through his jeans rigidly. Your head droops to the side and his wet lips smear over your cheek. He bites into your ear lobe and snarls.
Another tickle flares and you moan. A small burst that has you just as senseless. Your delight leaks onto your panties, spreading to the edges.
“Mmmmm,” he hums and releases the pinch of his bite, “fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me go– right in my–” he chokes as his fingertips sink into the bottom of your thigh and he pulls your leg higher, “jeans–”
He shakes and lets out a long rattle, sprinkled with deep groans and soft mewls. He leans into you completely and shudders, stilling at last. He sinks down with you, bringing you to straddle him as his knees meet the floor.
You heave and lift your head, gaping at him as his eyelids droop sleepily. He smiles, the expression crinkling around his eyes. He leans in and kisses you again, nibbling on your lower lip before pulling away.
“I won’t tell your mom about that either, kitten.”
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In light of the most recent TSAMS episode, how about some funny Ruin craziness from the Home Sweet Bar AU? 🍻
Now here's the thing with Ruin, in spite of owning a bar he has never really been much of a drinker, he openly prefers tea to alcohol.
The man is a living British stereotype
But on this particular day, a few of the customers at Infernal Machine actually offer Ruin a sip of their quite potent alcoholic drinks, this was a mistake...
Turns out the British twink cannot handle drinks...
Ruin gets WASTED practically off of one drink. His behavior quickly becomes erratic, random and weirdly hypnotic to nearly all of the crowd at his bar. He maintains still being mostly his harmless self... For a bit...
Before Eclipse can grab his business partner, Ruin escapes from the bar. Standing outside with spirals in his eyes and surrounded by the merry bar patrons.
Ruin: LETS... ROB A BANK!!!!!
The crowd cheers and follow Ruin as he races down the road... However one singular patron and Eclipse stand in the steampunk bars entrance just watching the group disappear from view.
Patron: Hey um... I'm not cool with robbing a bank.
Eclipse: Don't worry there's about two hotdog stands and a zoo between him and the nearest bank, he'll never make it.
Patron: 0_0
Eclipses words were prophetic...
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It's the next day in the complex that functions as the duos home underneath the bar; Ruin is in his cute shark onesie pajamas with his face in the kitchen table. While Eclipse sits across from him in his silken Yukata that he uses as a robe, counting out what looks to be a vast amount of cash.
Eclipse: (Sarcastic) Have fun last night honey?
Ruin: (Groans)
Eclipse: So what happened during your little adventure?
Ruin: I... I believe I spent quite a bit of time feeding hotdogs to a giraffe...
Eclipse: How'd that go?
Ruin: He wasn't too keen on it first but he eventually came around. After that I... I fear it's become very blurry...
Eclipse: Want me to fill in the blanks?
Ruin: You know? Oh... H-How bad-?
Eclipse: After you gave a giraffe a taste for meat... Or as close to meat as whatever hotdogs actually are... you hopped onto its head, slid down it's back and the proceeded to ride it out of the zoo screaming 'Viva la Revolution!' while many of the zoo animals chose to escape their enclosures. You rode the giraffe into the center of the city while the other animals released untold destruction upon the area. Your adoring fans, many of which I am guessing were either drunk or just outright under your spell, started blaring the song Wannabe by Spice Girls... Which prompted you to put on what I can only assume to be... An impromptu strip show.
Ruin: Oh no...
Eclipse: Yeah... Where'd you think all this cash came from? Maybe the bar business isn't the business you should have gone into.
Ruin: How did I get home?
Eclipse: At some point you just passed out and right as the police were starting to show up, everyone scattered and I grabbed your drunk ass and dragged you home. You put on your stupid pajamas and then...
(...Ruin spent all night hugging onto Eclipse who was unable to free himself from his partners insane grip. So he had no choice but to just let him sleep next to him all night...)
Eclipse: ...you spent the night on the couch...
Ruin: (Doesn't remember) Bloody hell... Well... At least it's over.
Eclipse: (Reading the newspaper about a man-eating giraffe loose in the city) Uh huh... Sure it is...
#tsams#tsams au#the sun and moon show#fnaf#fnaf au#dca au#sun and moon show#dca#tsams eclipse#tsams ruin eclipse#tsams ruin#sams eclipse#sams au#sams#sams ruin eclipse#sams ruin#fnaf ruin#the sun and moon show au#the sun and moon show ruin#Home Sweet Bar AU#Dear Ruin cannot handle alcohol#ruin eclipse
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From one happy patron, thank you, bartender, for pouring the metaphorical RJC drinks that quench our thirst 🥃
If I may request an item on the menu: full body action shots? I saw the gif of Thomas playing cricket, and I’d love to see him in full swing hitting the ball (if such a shot exists). And then I thought, surely there’s other full body action shots? Twirling around with a sword, running, cycling, hell-I think I’d settle for him standing up quickly. I’m just keen for the whole man’s movement 🏃♂️
Such a shot does exist, yes!
As for your order. 👀 I just quickly inspected my saved gifs and these were some that stood out to me that you may be interested in. In some of them he is just walking but, imo, there's no such thing as just walking for him. His feet point outwards, it's very exaggerated—a bit like a duck, I love it. 😂 It's endearing.
But anyway, there's a decent little variety of just full body movement or gifs that were close enough IMO. Under a read more for length like always and enjoy your drink. This one is on the house. 🍻
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How do your Skyrim OCs handle busy inns with taverns? Do they just check in to a room and try to settle in for the night, with the pillow over their head to try to block out any noise? Or maybe they help create MORE noise, knocking back a few pints 🍻 and singing drunkenly with other patrons, before finally passing out in the wee hours of the morning?🥴
….and does Rethul fastidiously comb his moustache every morning, or does it naturally take on a fabulous curl on its own? :3
Hey, thanks for asking and sorry it took so long. I'm on holiday and haven't spent much time on my phone.
Let's see.
Rashkan:
Rashkan would take a seat somewhere out of the way. He'd try not to attract attention while watching the other patrons, however, he doesn't mind (polite) company. If some drunkard were to flop down at his table he wouldn't react kindly.
Rethul:
Rethul is fairly paranoid, so in most cases he'll avoid the other patrons, check into his room and lock the door (Except for the evening before Bleak Falls Barrow. He got completely hammered that evening). However, there are situations where he'll let loose and once he knows the Dark Brotherhood isn't after him, he's the parties it up. He boasts, drinks, takes on dares, etc. Only once he adopts Aventus Aretino does he finally find a good balance between excess and responsibility.
As for his mustache, he's rigorous when it comes to beard care. Combing it is the bare minimum, even when logic would dictate different priorities.
Eyvindr (need to write about him more):
Eyvindr is rather shy and honestly a bit judgemental when it comes to the other patrons. If he really has to stay at an inn, he'll spend the time in his room, trying to block out the noise.
Sol:
He doesn't like noise and crowded places, so a busy inn would be a last resort at the most. Also he's broke...
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A supernatural Saint Patrick
Here's a health to St. Pat!, early 20th century. John I. Monroe collection of general postcards
Among the dozens of Saint Patrick's Day postcards in the Newberry's digital collections, you'll find any number of shamrocks, bagpipes, and Irish jig dancers. One thing you won't see? Leprechauns.
Dating back to medieval times, the traditional leprechaun in Irish folklore worked as a cobbler, wore a brown or red coat, and liked playing tricks on humans. It was only after the popularity of Disney's 1959 film Darby O'Gill and the Little People that the modern leprechaun -- green suit, red hair and beard, still a trickster -- came to be synonymous with the holiday.
Those celebrating Saint Patrick's Day during the golden age of postcards (1905-1915) exchanged greetings via a very different super-powered being: Saint Patrick himself, the 5th-century missionary and patron saint of Ireland. See below for an illustrated tour of his legends/miracles.
St. Patrick freed old Erin..., 1910. John I. Monroe collection of general postcards
True fact: Ireland has no snakes. Not so true fact: That's because Saint Patrick banished them; after being attacked by these devil's minions, he rid Ireland of evil by driving them into the sea.
Let Erins harp awake with joy..., early 20th century. John I. Monroe collection of general postcards
Bordering this postcard is a string of shamrocks, Ireland's unofficial national flower. When converting the pagan Irish population to Christianity, Saint Patrick is said to have used the shamrock's three leaves to explain the concept of the Holy Trinity.
Twas on top of this high hill..., 1910. John I. Monroe collection of general postcards
Much like Moses, Saint Patrick undertook a 40-day fast atop a mountain -- which was then named after him.
A pleasant greeting from St. Patrick, early 20th century. John I. Monroe collection of general postcards
No particular legend here, and not very pleasant greetings if you ask us -- but Saint Patrick's interactions with women include his exorcism of a demon from a female innkeeper by encouraging her to be less stingy when serving alcohol. Centuries of Saint Patrick's Day binge-drinking ensue. 🍻
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Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone! 🍀☘💚 To honor one of my fav days, i created original art which is now LIVE on my online shop!
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Let’s celebrate the patron saint of Ireland and all things Irish. Let's wear green 👕💚, enjoy some traditional Irish food 🍲 and drink 🍺, and most importantly, spread joy and happiness 😃 to those around us. May your day be filled with luck🍀, laughter😂, and love❤. Sláinte! 🍻🍀🌈
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Headcanons of MANIAC pt1
Doing this bc I have no energy
🍺. Chan
He stays beside drunk patrons to keep them company while they're waiting for their taxi
Lets people give creeps his number
Uses his strength to intimidate said creeps
Most regulars call him Chris <3
Taken his blazer off to keep people warm/comfortable enough times that he now brings a spare with him
Gave up his law firm to a close friend in the industry — Hongjoong — to come to the bar
Met Hyunjin at a drag race, was introduced to Felix
Has been in a number of crashes at said drag races
Defended Changbin in court several times and won
Met Jisung as his solicitor after vandalising an abuser's car
Still uses his legal expertise when clients hire him to assist legal cases
🥃. Minho
Calls Jeongin his child 24/7
Swears his regulars are masochists for enjoying his tsundere bullshit
Has carried several services on his own when the bar first opened
Let Hyunjin room in his apartment for a few weeks before helping the younger man buy an apartment of his own
Takes care of his cats more than he takes care of himself
Has fainted on the job. Multiple times
Turned to dance and working in his spare time after he stopped fighting to keep himself busy
Only lets the others call him Lee Know
Scratches his scars when he's anxious
🍻. Changbin
Calls his mother every other day to check up on her
Is very close to his family
Chose to leave the family business once his close friend nearly died in a firefight he was involved in
Lets people hang off his arms to amuse them — as long as they're respectful
A lot of the VIPs who've known him a while call him 'Binnie'
Will actively try to get the dealers who use MANIAC as a safe space to deal a better deal for their product
Looks like he could kill you, can kill you, and is a cinnamon roll™️
Well versed in hand-to-hand combat
Works out with Chan and Minho
🥂. Hyunjin
Nicknamed "Judas" by a bully in elementary school for refusing to lie about assault because he 'betrayed' the bully
Has been infatuated with everyone in MANIAC at least once — not all at once
Enters hyperfocus when he's painting; has locked himself in his room for hours on end
The most likely one to be hired as a 'nightly chaperone' by VIPs, and enjoys reminding the clients he's only in it for the money
Adores Kkami with his life
Nearly tried to kill Jisung when they first met
Hangs out with Seungmin the most outside of work
Knows all if his regulars favourite drinks like the back of his hand
Poses as people's boyfriend if they need to deter someone away
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🍻 Which OC would you wanna grab a beer with?
Thanks for the ask - from this ask game. :)
Answered here, but I'd quite happily get a beer with many of my characters, so - I'll go with Mures this time. In contrast to Catha, he'd be a very low-key drinking companion, in part because he doesn't drink very much due to paranoia/caution and a low tolerance for alcohol. He's the sort of person with whom you could have an interesting conversation in a quiet corner of a bar, or just watch rowdier patrons together while enjoying a nice beverage.
#ask answer#mures only has one ale in the bar scene in pt. 5 because it would only take about 1.5 of them for him to get tipsy#after 3 beers he would be Very Drunk#yes i did the calculations - you research weird things for stories sometimes#cw:alcohol
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Send in 🍻 for our muses to go drinking together
Kitt settles herself in the corner of a small tavern called the Three-Eyed Raven. It was a fairly late night and a work night for most, meaning not a lot of patrons up and about.
Taking a sip from a cocktail glass that contained a pale purple tonic called the Aviation, she then briefly places it down onto the counter next to four empty glasses. Turning her attention towards her new drinking buddy.
"Hehe .. Ya know, I don't think I've ever had the pleasure ta talk with an actual fairy before .. Not that I didn't believe in ya or anythin' like that ... I just mean that .... I've chatted with dragons, an' big bugs, an' kings, .... Even had an angel for a companion for a while .... I miss that big pidgeon ...... But, you! .... Nevah thought I'd see ya outside one of my ol' storybooks, yeah"
The felinoid was a tad on the tipsy side for sure. Though was still able to carry on a proper conversation.
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The Wonderful World Of Beer....
He was a wise man who invented beer - Unknown.
Welcome to the fascinating world of beer! 🍺
Let's explore some captivating facts and trivia that will leave you thirsty for more:
What is the Most Expensive Beer in the World?
Have you heard of "Tutankhamun"? This brew is crafted from an ancient recipe University of Cambridge archaeologists recovered. Served in limited, numbered editions, each bottle fetches a staggering $52. Talk about a taste of history!
Which Country Boasts the Most Individual Beer Brands?
Belgium takes the crown with an impressive 400 unique beer brands. It's a beer lover's paradise!
Do you know the origin of the Rule of Thumb?
Before thermometers, brewers relied on their thumbs to gauge brew temperatures. If it was too cold, yeast wouldn't grow; too hot, and it'd perish. Talk about hands-on brewing!
Who Brewed America's First Lager?
John Wagner brewed the first US lager in 1840, using yeast from Bavaria all the way. That's one way to bring a taste of Europe to the States!
What is Cenosillicaphobia?
It's the fear of an empty glass – a nightmare scenario for any beer enthusiast!
Do you know who King Gambrinus is – The Beer Patron Saint?
Move over, St. Arnold! King Gambrinus reigns as the ultimate patron saint of beer. Cheers to royalty in every sip!
How Long Did Prohibition Last?
Prohibition wasn't just a dry spell – it lasted a whopping 13 years, ten months, 19 days, and 17 hours. That's a sobering thought!
Best-Selling Brand in the Western Hemisphere:
Brahma Beer, brewed with Brazilian flair in Sao Paulo, takes the top spot outside the US.
Bonus Beer Trivia:
Have you ever wondered why beer foam sticks around? A sprinkle of salt on your napkin can keep your glass in check.
Beer: It's not just a beverage – Bavaria considers it a staple food!
Calling all beer bottle collectors – you're officially labeorphilists!
From vending machines to train stations, beer is everywhere in Japan.
Need a drink? The first Marine Recruiting Station was conveniently located in a bar!
Tossing salted peanuts in your brew? It's the secret to making them dance!
Looking for a strong sip? Samuel Adams Triple Bock packs a punch with 17% alcohol by volume.
Did you know? American beer is often brewed with rice to appeal to a broader audience.
Beer isn't just refreshing – it's also a source of B-complex vitamins!
Say cheers to Australia for inventing the portable beer cooler in the 1950s – a game-changer for enthusiasts everywhere!
And Here's More:
The longest bar in the world? It stretches 684 feet (about 208.5 meters) at the New Bulldog in Rock Island, IL.
According to the folks at Guinness, lifting a pint of beer about ten times results in losing about 0.56 ml in a beer drinker's facial hair. That's a lot of wasted beer!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt (FDR) won the 1932 election by promising to end Prohibition, which he followed through on once in office.
Monks brewing beer in the Middle Ages were allowed to drink five quarts (approximately 4.73 litres) of beer a day. That's quite the daily allowance!
So, grab your favourite brew, raise your glass, and here's to the wonderful world of beer – cheers! 🍻
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How Can I Make My Pub Busier In January - Flavour Blaster
January is often considered a challenging month for the hospitality industry. After the festive season, people tend to tighten their budgets and cut back on socialising. However, fear not – there are strategic approaches to breathe life into your pub during this seemingly quiet period. Let's explore some creative and effective ways to make your pub busier and beat the January blues.
1. Themed Events: Give your customers a reason to step out whatever the weather. Host themed events throughout January, such as trivia nights, karaoke competitions, or themed parties. Consider tying these events to popular trends or holidays, injecting excitement into the month.
2. Loyalty Programs: Encourage repeat business by introducing loyalty programs. Offer discounts, free drinks, or exclusive access to events for regular customers. January is an excellent time to kick off a loyalty program, setting the tone for the rest of the year.
3. Social Media Campaigns: Leverage the power of social media to engage with your audience. Run targeted campaigns promoting your January specials, events, and any exclusive offers. Encourage customers to share their experiences online, creating buzz and attracting new guests.
4. Collaborations: Partner with local businesses to cross-promote each other. Collaborate with nearby restaurants, breweries, or event spaces to expand your reach. Joint promotions can draw in diverse crowds and strengthen your pub's presence in the community.
5. Fitness and Wellness Nights: Appeal to those pursuing New Year's resolutions by hosting fitness or wellness-themed nights. Consider yoga sessions, healthy menu options, or post-workout gatherings. This not only attracts a different clientele but also positions your pub as a versatile and health-conscious choice.
6. Refurbish and Redecorate: Give your pub a fresh look for the new year. Whether it's a simple redecoration or a minor refurbishment, a change in ambiance can reignite interest and draw in both regulars and newcomers.
7. January Sales and Specials: Embrace the spirit of January sales by offering discounts on selected drinks or creating special bundled packages. Highlight these promotions to make your pub an appealing destination for those looking to make their money go further.
8. Pimp up your Menu: Now is the perfect time to redevelop your menu and experiment with some of your more exciting ideas! With every business competing for the same customers attention, you need your offerings to stand out! Research the latest industry trends for both food and drink to make sure you are the trendy venue everybody wants to visit! Need drink inspiration? We have a free cocktail book and YouTube channel full of recipes for you to use!
10. Upgrade your tech: It's time to revamp your coffee machine and update your ancient till system! Nobody wants to stand around waiting ages whilst the POS system has crashed again! And while you're at it, why not add a QR code to your menu / table so your guests can order another round without having to step away from their conversation. Technology isn't just for taking payments, make your pub the hottest new venue by making your drinks a theatrical wonder! Adding a Flavour Blaster™️ aroma bubble, printed image with a Ripples Machine or making your cocktail come alive with a Jetchill Dry Ice drink will make your menu stand out from all the rest. Using technology to elevate your drink serves will not only catch peoples attention, but it will help you gain popularity online, helping attract new business!
January might pose its challenges, but with a dash of creativity and strategic planning, your pub can not only weather the quiet storm but also thrive. By embracing the unique opportunities the month presents, you can create an inviting and lively atmosphere that keeps patrons coming back all year round.
Cheers to a bustling January at your pub! 🍻
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Some more shenanigans from the Home Sweet Bar AU! 🍻
Now weird things happen at Infernal Machine on the regular. Any place that has such polar opposite individuals such as Ruin and Eclipse working there, it's almost a given that it's always an entertaining show.
And on one such night the most random thing occurs...
Ruin is being his merry little self, interacting with guests, delivering drinks or just making sure things run smoothly. When he suddenly seems to freeze up, he then starts taking a few quick breaths...
Before bursting into song...
Ruin begins to sing a completely impromptu version of 'It could have been me' where in spite of this being the most impulsive thing, all of the patrons of the bar begin to sing in the background in such perfect harmony that one would have sworn they had all rehearsed this for weeks prior.
The song eventually is completed and there are cheers and happy laughter from all the bars guests and Ruin takes a happy bow from stop the table he had jumped on during his little number. All while Eclipse just stares from where he is currently over pouring a drink and it's spilling out all over the bar.
Eclipse: ...what just happened?
Ruin: :3
...It's moments like this that Eclipse wonders if this is really just Ruins life and he's now being dragged along for the ride...
(Below is the version I can just see was practically made for Ruins little karaoke moment. This song was practically made for Cured Ruin)
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Hihi wait hello :ȷ!!
Genuine curiosity.. I am a curious cat...
🥛🍻🫂✨🍂
Ah! Why hello! And thank you! So pleasant to see you!
(🥛) what's their reaction to drinking the iridium milk?
Gonna be honest, I have not gotten the iridium milk yet so I had to look this up. Guessing it’s Qi’s milk so Zander’s reaction at first was “Oh boy! I love milk!” Until he chugged it and. Froze up. He ended up on his knees holding onto the ground as he tried not to vomit (poor bby is very sensitive to textures and flavors) but he tried to act like he enjoyed it to be nice. He failed at this task.
(🍻) does your farmer hangout at the saloon? who do they usually go with?
Zander is a well known visitor, but only because he appears to buy recipes, check out daily specials, and talk to the other patrons. He isn’t much of a drinker either, but he does love to be in Shane’s company and will usually hang around him since Elliott stopped going for some reason… (In this, it’s because he doesn’t want to make a fool out of himself in front of his husband). He knows that Shane is a casual drinker now that he’s recovered but he just tries to be there just in case.
(🫂) is your farmer well liked in town?
I’d say so! He’s a very polite person and tends to not stir up the pot. Plus, everyone in town adores his baked goods and loves how passionate he is about the community.
(✨) what is their best skill?
His best skill? I’d say either foraging or farming! Probably farming though since he loves growing plants.
If you mean general skills and not the in game ones, then he is very creative and is very good when it comes to baking or cooking.
(🍂) do they have a favorite season? least favorite?
His favorite season would have to be fall and it’s not just because of Elliott, but rather that it’s chilly without being cold and he loves the vibe and energy that autumn brings. He’d love winter too if it wasn’t for his inability to grow crops. Both of these seasons give him an excuse to bake more and more food for him to eat. Plus he gets to snuggle up under blankets and warm up without dying unlike summer or spring.
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@thebreakfastmuses sent: 🍻 - Bring my muse an alcoholic drink [Baldwin and Dogi at the tavern.]
The tavern bustles with energy, patroned by folks from all manners and walks of life. Call it seedy at your own risk, most of the people inside enjoying their drinks have bigger figures behind them. Now, Dogi likes to think himself a more force for good but he can't call himself the cleanest either where the law and order is concerned. And if it's just over drinks, and nobody's causing trouble, there's no reason to stick his neck out.
In fact, who's to say the gentleman he's talking with at their table isn't wanted as well for crimes unknown? That possibility aside, they seem to know a lot about the secrets of the town, things not carried on whispers. It's an interesting topic for the traveler, and one he'll have to get back to. Because look who's here-
"Uh oh, here comes trouble~" Playful voice heralds the arrival of Baldwin, space made on the aged wooden counter for the mugs of ale that had been brought along. "Baldwin. This is Varen. You'd been wanting to know about the old town, and he seems to know a few things about it. Ooo. But before we get into any of that, don't mind if I have myself some of the local drink here. Here's to the night." The mug is held up to the others.
#thebreakfastmuses#thebreakfastmuses :: baldwin#muse :: dogi#inbox :: answered ic#there's a meme that inspired this but I couldnt find it
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1. Which deities do you worship?
My main patrons are Hades and Persephone. I offer to them on each full moon. I also make offerings to Artemis on the full moon, when I recharge my crystals.
Each deipnon (new moon), I offer to Hecate. And then each noumenia (the day after the new moon), I offer to Hestia.
I also observe the Wheel Of The Year. So, every Litha I offer to Apollo, every Beltane I offer to Aphrodite, and on Lughnasadh and Mabon I offer to Demeter.
3. What's your favourite myth?
I love the story of Apollo and Hyacinthus, it’s so tragic. ;_;
I recently read that some people believe Hyacinthus ascended to godhood sometime after his mortal death. That made me happy, because the lovers deserve a happy ending!
My friend actually has an altar at home, where she worships Hyacinthus as Apollo’s divine consort. 🪷☀️
14. Who is the most recent deity you started worshipping?
Idk if this counts as “worship”, but, recently, my friend and I have started saying “Hail Dionysus!” instead of “cheers!” whenever we go drinking together 😂🍻
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