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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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She gestured over to the war weathered man. He was more relaxed compared to when Inesa first saw him though she didn't truly have a sense of him. "What do you see when you look at him?"
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She remembers what he said, about wanting to forget.
"He does look happy."
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"What is it Sansa? You can tell me. I promise it'll stay between us. Perhaps, I can ease your worry?"
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This wasn't something that she felt like she could offer her opinion in. No matter how sad, Inesa was going to live a very long time and her memories were the most important things to her.
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"I want him to be happy here."
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"You're brilliant, you really are."
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