cause a thénardier party don't stop

[jondrette]

WHO: Éponine Thénardier and Robb Stark and YOU! It's a mingle log errone!
WHAT: The grand opening of the coolest tavern in town, Le Gavroche.
WHEN: Right now.
WHERE: Le Gavroche, wherever such taverns are found.
WARNINGS: Drinking, sex, I'll update as necessary.

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enter monsieur
Welcome to Le Gavroche! The tavern is styled as a proper French inn in the mid 1800s. Most everything is dark wood or heavy metals, though there are many Westerosi touches to it in the form of richer fabrics on the chairs and booths, curtains, and even some faux fur pillows Eponine had found. The result is oddly homey, feeling like the sort of place that's been there for years, even if they'd just opened.

At the bar there are primarily wine and beer to drink, but a variety of mixed drinks are also offered. If you want your shots, they've got them. She's actually got one she calls the French Bullet which consists of half a shot of cognac, and another half chambord. More fun drinks to come, without a doubt.

If you're hungry, there's a variety of foods available, though they all lean toward the simple side: fruit, bread, cheese and meats. But who doesn't love a good charcuterie?

everybody raise a glass
Oh, did you know there's music? OF COURSE there is music! Anything that would make a tavern lively is playing through the cool machine that Eponine has chalked up to being magic. There's dancing, too, a few tables pushed away to make a sort of makeshift dance floor.

If you're lucky, you may just be allowed to actually dance on one of the tables. There aren't many rules here.

Really though, it's just a good time in a brand new spot. Come and have a frickin' party, let loose and if a fight breaks out, there's a sword behind the register that Robb can use.


doling out the charm
For the course of the evening, Eponine is running around. She's greeting customers, welcoming them to her bar, and explaining just why they named it what they did. For her little brother, she'd tell them, and point to the painting she found that looked somewhat like him, and hand hanging behind the bar.

She's dressed well in a more Westerosi dress (from Robb, via Sansa), her hair brushed until it shines. All night, she cannot help but smile, even more when she pauses go steal a kiss from Robb, or, behind the bar when she has no problem with a quick butt grope. Not professional behavior, but who ever said she was a professional?


look what's happened since (for robb)
"We did it!" Eponine beams over at her partner in crime and business, coming up to him to hug him when the last patron has finally left. She's been kissing him whenever she can steal a moment, happy to shower him with affection. She's dressed up for the night, wearing the dress he bought her, and that alone brings out the light in her eyes. She's happy here, for the first time in a long time, she is truly happy.

"You are so brilliant, my Robb." She kisses his lips this time, wrapping her arms around his waist so they can be close.

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[unknownmoirai]

Inesea was happy to attend the opening to the Tavern, to see that Robb had found a new life in this strange world.

The music was by far her favorite part. She laughed, clapped, danced and would even put some of the songs to words when she felt inspired. Where Inesa grew up, music was its own form of magic, and it continued to brighten her days now that she called the sphere home. She didn't know any of the songs and had to learn most of the dances but, even when she made mistakes, she was enjoying herself.

She was happy to speak to anyone who approached her and welcomed them with a warm open smile.

hey bff

[toivory]

Sansa's got mixed feelings about this whole thing. She's happy Robb is happy, but Robb isn't happy. He's miserable and drinking and whoring with a tavern keeper. She's glad he's found a position, though, here. Something to do other than drink, but... She's trying not to think about that. Instead, she's drinking a beer.

"Do you think it wise of me to have come?"

<3

[unknownmoirai]

"I think so." It showed that she wanted to support Robb however it seemed as if there was more to the remark than meets the eye.

Inesa leaned forward, placing her chin in her palms as she eyed her friend. "Why? Are you worried about something?" The tavern was loud and jovial, filled with people celebrating its opening but the noise helped keep their conversation private.

[toivory]

Sansa glances across the room toward where she sees her brother with his tavern keeper woman. The dress said woman wore was one that Sansa had unmistakably made, and she'd done a good job on it, despite her distaste for the girl.

"I am. You see that girl over there?" She waited to make sure Inesa had seen the girl flirting with her brother. "They're together."

[unknownmoirai]

"Yes." Inesa turned long enough to recognize the energetic woman. "I know her. We have spoken a few times. She seems nice." She returned her gaze to Sansa, her head tilting curiously to the side as she spoke. "Is it bad? If they make each other happy, then it's good that they found each other here."

That was how Inesa felt about Jon.

[toivory]

Nice. Sure. She looked absolutely unhinged, with her loud laughter Sansa could hear all the way across the tavern. She sighed heavily.

"I suppose. But... look at her. She's hardly worthy of a King." Then again, Theon did not think he was worthy of a Queen. But Theon was good people. Eponine was... Something else entirely.

[king_inthenorth]

Of course Jon is here. More for Robb's sake than for anything, but he's here to support his brother, and that's what matters.

He's not surprised to see Inesa here, as he approaches her while she's dancing. "You look like you're having fun."

<3

[unknownmoirai]

Inesa's smile widened when she caught sight of Jon. Her gray-blue eyes sparkling with excitement while a warm laughter bubbled up from her chest. "Yes! I am and I am happy to support Robb." She'd been a little worried about him but he was moving forward and that was the best thing that could be done here.

"Will you dance with me Jon?" She held out her hand, excited to pull him into her idea of fun.

[king_inthenorth]

He hadn't often partaken of the revelries at Winterfell -- when he allowed to attend them by the lady of the house -- and when he had, he had only participated in the dancing about half of the time. He'd been taught how, of course, but he'd spent most of his life expecting that a life of parties wasn't his destiny, so he hadn't paid too much attention to that sort of thing.

This is a completely different kind of dancing than what he learned at Winterfell.

"I don't know what I'm doing," he warns her as he takes her hand and lets her pull him onto what passes for a dance floor at the moment.

[unknownmoirai]

"Neither do I!" She admitted with a warm smile. "The dances I know are more formal than this but it's fun to let the music move you."

Inesa lead him to the edge of the dance floor, near some of the tables that have yet to be occupied by patrons. She took his hand, lifted it and spun around before stepping into Jon's arms. Her smile was as bright as the sunlight and growing brighter every moment she's in Jon's company.

"Just move to the beat. We can do anything and it can be dancing or you can teach me one of your dances."

open! cw; underage drinking

[badimpression]

enter monsieur

[Maybe it's cool to drink beer or whatever, but Richie already knows that it tastes like piss. So when he heads over to the bar, looking for something to make his head foggy enough to forget everything that's happened to him recently, he sets his sights on the mixed drinks, and the shots, sputtering his way through anything that isn't overly sweet.]

Hey, does anyone have one of those fuckin'- those little umbrellas! Or like, a lime with a little plastic sword in it-

everybody raise a glass

[Later on into the evening, Richie can be found alternatively head banging and air guitaring around the bar, testing his limits by clambering onto tables and making enough noise for three people.]

[jondrette]

A little umbrella.

[This kid amuses Eponine, that much has been clear since he first messaged her with regards to her alcohol policy (the idea of a drinking age is so strange to her!).]

I have no sword, but Robb does. [She glances over at her partner in not-crime. He doesn't carry his sword to work.] I do not think it would fit in a lime.

[badimpression]

Yeah! I guess it's meant to make the drink look fancy, but I just wanna make two limes have the tiniest sword-fight ever. The umbrella's a wild card.

[Richie leans in towards Eponine, eyes shining, and stage whispers, his mouth wobbling as it fights back laughter:]

Depends how big the lime is.

[jondrette]

You like things fancy. See- this is the dress I spoke of! [She gestures, giving a twirl because this is the fanciest fucking dress she's ever owned. She feels like a princess, to be honest.]

The limes I have are lime-sized. The size of a small fist.

[badimpression]

Eh, fancy I could take or leave.

[When Eponine twirls, Richie feels a little embarrassed. It's strange. The only girl he's friends with is Bev, and she's not the twirling in dresses type- or not so far as he knows, anyway. He thinks he should probably compliment her, but everything he can think of sounds insincere.]

But the dress is cool.

[He tried.]

Lime-sized limes!? Man, that's just- fuck, that's like, my favorite kind of lime.

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[kingnamedstark]

It was a different experience than he was used to. He was still absorbing everything that happened, along with the obvious things he needed to learn. There was a sense of pride for having worked with his hands and actually earned his own coin. People seemed to enjoy themselves and they had given back to so many who helped him before.

He's caught off guard by Eponine suddenly kissing him. She had been doing that much during the night, but much of his focus had been on their opening. Now that the evening had passed and everyone was gone, he was less restrained and kissed her back.

"I think this is more due to you."

[jondrette]

Eponine was so proud of him, how quickly he learned and how good he was at it all. He was easy on the eyes and he wasn't stupid, which made him even better.

"But you helped, mon cher! You cannot discount your help. Without you, I would never have been able to do this."

[kingnamedstark]

He accepted the praise, feeling proud of having worked with his hands for once. It was different than waging war, but there was a sense of satisfaction, a victory at the end of this as well. He wondered what his mother would make of it, what Jeyne...

He shut the question away before it could be set loose. His father might at least be amused.

"We should make note of what we sold more of so we can have a larger supply next time."

[jondrette]

"You have a mind for business!" She's proud of him, happy to have something that they can do together that's more than just drinking and fucking. Mind you, she really did enjoy that.

"We will. I've heard good things about the drinks as well."

[kingnamedstark]

"Maybe my teachings weren't so useless?" Being a lord wasn't that different from organizing a tavern. There was management and funds, things that he could associate to Maester Luwin's lessons.

"It seemed a good crowd. I saw you talking to my brother for a bit."

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[king_inthenorth]

It hadn't been hard for Jon to decide to come. He's here for Robb more than for any other reason, but he came to support his brother, and that's what matters.

He mainly stays on the edges of the revelry; he's not familiar with the music that's playing, and none of the dances he knows go with the songs. He's fine with just watching, though, and at some point during the evening, he'll go in search of his brother or Sansa, and is otherwise easy to find.

[jondrette]

"Ah! You came!" Eponine extracts herself from her current conversation the moment she sees the brother of her beloved. "I'm glad to see you, m'sieur! As is Robb, I am sure. Tell me, do you like my dress?"

She doesn't let him get a word in before she twirls for him, showing off the finest gown she has ever owned.

[king_inthenorth]

He's barely gotten settled before Robb's...friend...is hurrying over to him. She's clearly excited about something, which is probably a good sign. He doesn't quite know what to make of her question -- he's never paid much attention to clothes -- but he manages to find an answer anyway.

"It's lovely. Did Sansa make it?"

[jondrette]

Eponine giggles and flounces, proud of the dress and how it made her feel. "It is! Robb said she is quite a seamstress, and had asked her to make me a fine dress. Now, I feel like the sort of lady perhaps he would have known in your home." She was as far from a lady as you could get.

"Does it do the trick?"

[king_inthenorth]

Feeling like something doesn't make it true, but he won't puncture her dreams. He knows what it's like to want to be something and know that you never truly will be.

"It's lovely. It looks like something a lady would wear."