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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 19, 2014 20:09:18 GMT -5
The Bar's a place where loose lips and looser morals usually stand tall, and so, enters another. Saline trots down the road, recently having down difficult work, and more difficult talk. The time is reaching sundown, and just as the sun hits it's crest over the forest to the far horizon, Saline finds himself standing at the bar. He blinks at the sounds of patrons, ranging in tones to genders to age; with a breath, he listens in for mere tidbits before entering, to gauge the populace.
"Hey, sweet flanks, hoowsh about-"
"Another drink, please."
"C'mon, jus' lemme sing!"
"Lemme tell you, she's just a skank, in fact, I saw that she-"
"I swear, it was all a mistake! It was just a dance!"
"Don't you get near my drink, ya creep!"
"If you even TOUCH my hoof again-"
"Tell you the truth? I got no chance with anypony in here. I mean-"
And the occasional punch rolling out.
Saline backs up a bit, worried at the sounds. Is he really going to enter such a...unique gathering? He thinks to himself, wondering about how the patrons'd even react to a zebra entering town: Anger? Confusion? Interest? ...Intimate interests...? Saline shakes his head, and goes to the door, checking his bit reserves real quick...Eighty bits. He'd just settled himself a home for now, not very large or even high in quality, but a home is a home. He stretches his hooves, and pushes open the door, entering the room, and quickly getting looks.
"Err...Hello there, I take it you do well and...fair." He manages to choke out. Many drunks laugh, or just smile and drink their drinks. Saline trots quickly over to an empty table, thinking his plans out; he's never had alcohol before! The most he's done near alcohol is grow basic Hops and Barley as a small side project for a brewery in Detrot, but this...! He sighs, running a hoof through his mane, he looks up, only to see the piercing glares or sneers of some ponies, which causes him to bring his head down. This was gonna be a rough time, his breathing and heart ringing in his ears softly.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 19, 2014 20:40:47 GMT -5
Another day, another bit for Low Key. Unfortunately, recently it had only gotten worse. Ever since that event with that fortune mare, he felt even less respected by the bar patrons. The bouncers had tried to hide it from him, but he figured out from asking them that he had two new nicknames: Extra Virgin and Two Pump. No pony had called him either yet, but he knew what it was like when ponies were talking behind his back, and he could tell when he was being discussed.
He let out a deep sigh as he took out a rag and began wiping down the counter. He didn't feel like coming in to work today and had to force himself with threats of intense guilt to get himself out of bed. He almost quit yesterday, he just couldn't bear it anymore. Everypony in the bar knew who he was now, knew just how big a failure he had become. He couldn't bear to look them in the eye.
He saw an unusual shape enter the bar and he looked up to see the zebra from before. Low Key wondered to himself what he would be doing here, he never came off to Low as the kind of equine who would enjoy getting drunk. Still, as he sat down, Low called over to him, "Can I get anything for you, Mister Base?"
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 19, 2014 20:51:02 GMT -5
Saline looks up, seeing Low, he visibly seems calmer. He trots up, and sits at an open seat, "Hello Low Key, I see you've seen...me." He chuckles, "Ah, it is my first time to ever drink at this time, I haven't touched a single drip of wine or any beer grime," he looks at the large assortment of drinks, almost mesmerized at all the choices.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 19, 2014 20:56:17 GMT -5
Despite Saline's friendly behavior, Low Key does not give any hint that he is happy to see him. His face is expressionless and he has bags under his eyes. As Saline comes up to the bar he gives a few suggestions, "If you're a big teetotaler, I'd suggest a lite beer. It's two bits if you want a glass."
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 19, 2014 21:00:31 GMT -5
Saline puts two bits, "A beer of the sort sounds nice, and this should suffice." Saline notices his expressionless face, and is equally worried. "Low Key, what has you on your emotional knee?" He asks, getting more and more worried. "I am here to hear your tale, inside, where there is no cold gale..."
He looks behind him, and sees how most ponies seems to have forgotten about him, except for a few chuckling about his rhymes.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 19, 2014 21:09:16 GMT -5
As Low Key pours him a glass of beer, he sighs, "Might as well, it's not like everypony else here doesn't know it already." He places the glass before Saline and looks at him with a mixture of annoyance, "I fucked a mare in the bathroom here and I didn't make it past foreplay, so she beat the shit out of me and all the bouncers here after telling everypony what happened." His cheeks begin blush in a mix of humiliation and anger, and his eyes look glassy like he is on the verge of tears, but he simply keeps his glare focused on Saline, "Feel free to call me whatever name you want, you paid me so I I'm your whore, I guess."
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 19, 2014 21:17:40 GMT -5
Saline blinks, in shock from his sudden outburst, "Wh-what? I would never call you a name nor whore, you are as respectable as a neighbor next door! I shall not put you down for a small act such as that, lest I be called a bureaucrat." looks at the beer, and takes a sip, keeping himself from sputtering and gagging from the taste.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 19, 2014 21:28:21 GMT -5
Low Key's unamused expression doesn't change, but in his eyes, there is a hint of respect, "Thanks. It's good to know that at least some ponies still have a sense of ethics." He looks off to the side and another patron comes up for a rum refill. Low Key takes down a bottle of Captain Maregan and pours him a refill, making a mark on his tab.
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 19, 2014 21:58:29 GMT -5
Saline manages to choke down his drink, but looks worried still, "I do not ever want to be a zebra of disrespect, I would never stand by my friends in neglect." He looks to him with an assured look, but only for a second, "I'd do anything to keep you in joy, though we just met, I do not mean to just be an awkward standby, to be coy."
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Post by Low Key on Sept 19, 2014 22:35:21 GMT -5
Low Key resumes wiping down the counter, "It's not a problem you can solve." Looking up at Saline, his expression seems a bit less angered, "But thanks, anyway." He notices that his glass is empty and says, "Can I get you a new one? We don't have free refills, sorry."
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 20, 2014 16:11:24 GMT -5
He nods at the offer, "If this drink does put a distortion on the sights I see, I should experience it, truly." He places another two bits on the table, rubbing an eye. His mind starts to wander to his family that he sends money to, now residing in Fillydelphia. He remembers the last few sentences his father said to him before he went off for work: "Now, I know this country is large and intimidating, but all of us must fight at least one terrifying creature, be it someone or something."
He now realizes a deeper meaning to it, seeing Low battle out his own beast himself, but that makes him wonder: what is his own?
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Post by Zeila on Sept 21, 2014 17:33:00 GMT -5
The noise, the chatter, the spirits and the ever present smell of hard liquor filled the air around the bar it seemed to attract all kinds into its mitts. Those wanting to come and unwind from a long day doing their jobs or meet new faces that they had never seen before, or to simply get wasted in a place that they felt comfortable and welcome. Whatever the reason or whatever the draw this night the allure of the bar had finally reached out and got a hold of one reclusive mare to come out and enjoy some drinks.
As Zeila walked into through the bar doors a few heads perked up looking over to the entrance seeing the mare wearing her normal hood keeping her face and head hidden from sight. At first she was hesitant to move into the building but a slight bump from another pony pushed her. She kept her head down a little and made her way slowly towards the bar hearing a few stallions giving out whistles and cat calls to her as she walked by due to the way she tries to keep the hair on her tail from touching the ground it was raised a bit higher then most mares would do.
As she arrives to the bar she finds a spot next to the Zebra spotting Low Key across the bar,"Uh yes can I get something to drink?" Trying her best to get his attention while also trying not to drown out the Zebra next to her.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 21, 2014 19:09:59 GMT -5
Low Key puts down the glass he was polishing and instinctively reaches a hoof up to his neck, remembering that he doesn't wear bow ties anymore. In fact, after the other day, he threw out his other outfit and went back to being naked. He just couldn't wear it anymore because of how it reminded him.
He turns attention to the new mare and walks up to the bar, giving her a blank look, "What can I get you, ma'am? Beer? Rum? Whiskey? If it's not a cocktail, it's only two bits. Cocktail prices vary."
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Post by Zeila on Sept 21, 2014 19:20:02 GMT -5
Zeila didn't look up too much keeping her face concelled as she listens to his pricing for the drinks though it did sound like he was having a bit of a problem at the moment but she wasn't sure what to do about it or if she should. "Oh uh actually I have never really drunk before and well I am not sure what i'm allowed to drink." Her hoofs rested on top of the bar as she adjusts herself a bit.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 21, 2014 19:25:16 GMT -5
Zeila's statement made Low cock an eyebrow, "What do you mean? How old are you? If you're not 21, we can't serve you." The way he said that could possibly be interpreted as quite rude, especially the part about asking her age. Under normal situations, Low would never have said such a thing. In this situation, he was not himself, and hadn't been himself for at least a day or two. He could care less if somepony's feelings got hurt.
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