Dances With Death Feb 28, 2020 20:45:09 GMT -6
Post by Xentus on Feb 28, 2020 20:45:09 GMT -6
[Here to roleplay only]> Xentus, alone
This night's wayward wanderings brought the leopard to search for the most peculiar place. He heard about it through gossip and whispering in the wind; a tavern with a rustic, old-timey setting that had the most interesting things on the menu, managed by the most interesting kind of people. Oh how curiosity drove him to take a look. Now, he didn't consider himself much of a tavern crawler, at least not these days, but he certainly wasn't shy about going out to one. Even alone. There were always people to banter with in those kinds of places, and making a friend for the night sounded like a grand way to pass the time. Or drink alone and pass any worry to the next morning. Hah.
Xentus was dressed in his usual attire; nothing but his purple silken pants. He hoped this wasn't one of those modern types of place that had the no shirt, no service kind of rule. He hated wearing anything much more than this. Clothes were so restraining on his fur. But just in case, he did decide to tote along an old fur trimmed jacket, held draped over one shoulder as he prowled the city streets in his search. It wasn't so late into the night that nobody else was around, but the other souls wandering about were scant. From what he knew, the tavern wasn't exactly a big, bustling kind of place. Just big enough to offer a cozy setting to drink and eat, or take a bed for the night for the travelers passing through. He personally was keen on seeing what was on the drink menu.
Upon finally finding the place and entering, the leopard was greeted with a sight that he was hopeful for; a quint bar and restaurant with a handful of tables with a well stoked warm fire. There were a couple people seated at the tables already, chatting away and enjoying some delicious smelling meals. He couldn't keep his eyes from wandering on the assortment of food half eaten. Was that bwee flank? It looked so very tempting.. But his eyes floated over to the lonely bar, and he decided he'd rather quench his thirst. For now, anyway. The pastel blue mammalian walked like he belonged, already decided on his spot. Eh, hopefully this wasn't the kind of place that needed to seat their customers for them. But given the choice between about ten different chairs to choose from, he figured he could find whatever seat he pleased. There was no server out on the floor that he could see. So the wooden barstool it was. He seated himself atop one and laid his jacket across his lap, blue eyes perusing the assortment of bottled spirits on display on the wall. Ah, what sounded nicer.. A wine, or an ale? Decisions, decisions.