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thespherelogs2020-07-12 09:16 am
jondrette) wrote in thespherelogs2020-07-12 09:16 am
cause a thénardier party don't stop
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.
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.
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.
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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"Yes! Jon. He is a very handsome fellow, I'm sure you two had all of the ladies in the North fawning over you. He is with the Angel, like we are. I like her, too. There are good people here."
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Together? He didn't know if that was how he would define his relationship with Eponine, but he said nothing to dispute it, fighting his own guilt. "Did Sansa speak to you at all?"
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"They seem very happy."
They were certainly together, they owned a bar together, they slept together every night, they were so together. At least, if you asked Eponine. Don't ever ask her.
"She did- I went to her to thank her for my beautiful dress. She said it fit well and I tried to curtsey to her, but I nearly tripped over my feet." Sansa had laughed at her, and Eponine had blushed a terrible shade of red. "She is very beautiful."
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"I suppose." He hadn't really noticed much to tell whether Jon was happy or not. He usually was several layers of brooding. "I imagine Sansa likes them together."
He could imagine that Sansa had enjoyed Eponine tripping over her feet, but it didn't sound as though she were horribly unkind. "She looks like my mother."
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"Your mother must have been beautiful as well. I would have liked to have met her. My mother was not- she had a beard."
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"My mother very beautiful. Our red hair comes from her."
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"And everyone liked my dress."
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"It suited you. When we have earned more coin, we can have Sansa make you another, if you like? Something from the North?"
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She grins down at her dress again.
"I made a good decision, in hiring you as a business partner." And a boyfriend.
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"Wait and see." He smiled at her. "This is only our first night."
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"It is, and we shall have many, many ahead of us. But I do not doubt my decisions. I do not believe you will let me down."