thespherelogs | 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.

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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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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.

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.]

Edited 2020-07-16 14:08 (UTC)

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."

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.

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