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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 19, 2015 11:27:00 GMT -5
The snakepit is Brimstone's tavern, where people gather in the evening to drink and make merry.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 19, 2015 21:04:11 GMT -5
The proprietor of the Snakepit was running a promotion where you could get a free drink if you gambled at one of the tables. The drink was not watered down as it was better to get people a little drunker when they gambled.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 20, 2015 3:54:46 GMT -5
Red Mitch walked through the doors of the Snakepit as soon as it had opened, as per usual. The old man had never missed the occasion and his death day would surely be heralded by him not showing up at the tavern.
He made his way to the bar and sat down, his face red and his balding head redder. "Just the one ale," He muttered, same as he did every morning. He'd still be in here come closing time, drunk out of his mind.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 20, 2015 9:04:27 GMT -5
Drake had a few helpers that worked the tavern, but as per tradition Drake poured his regular a drink. "Jusst one ale," Drake repeated, sliding the mug in front of Red Mitch.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 20, 2015 9:23:02 GMT -5
"Aye," Mitch muttered, sipping at the ale for a long, quiet moment. "'sgonna be hot today, I can tell you that. Do no one no good bein' outside today. In the sun." He shook his head. "You be careful if you needin' to be goin' outside."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 20, 2015 9:33:09 GMT -5
"Will be here, like always," Drake replied patting the rough wood counter. "Hope for some good business today."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 20, 2015 9:35:28 GMT -5
"Ain't many gonna come in the day, as usual," Red Mitch grumbles. "Workin' and prayin' and doin' their own things. They got no clue." He gives a low cackle and drinks deep from his ale.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 20, 2015 9:44:23 GMT -5
"Clue enough to stay away this early," he said jokingly. "They come later for free drink and gambling."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 20, 2015 10:13:58 GMT -5
Red Mitch chuckled at that. "What've people got to gamble here anyway? Some o' them fishin' boys might wager a fillet or two, ha ha."
He emptied his mug and set it down, a copper next to it. "Weeeellll I'm a little bit thirsty still so I'll bother you for another, shan't I, heh heh heh."
Business as usual.
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Post by Ser Theomore Bulwer on Mar 21, 2015 9:32:10 GMT -5
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Perros the Potter had closed up his shop early as the heat of the day was a little more hotter than usual. He hadn't earned so much coin today but he had some saved from last week so he decided to spend some of the stars in the Snakepit in the afternoon with some cold to drink and maybe a small meal.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 21, 2015 9:40:56 GMT -5
It wasn't so busy in the Pit seeing as how the village was only 100 or so souls. Drake did allow people to hang about even if they didn't buy anything, though he did lose patience if they were around too long. He greeted Perros from behind the counter. "Have a drink on the house," he said cordially.
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Post by Ser Theomore Bulwer on Mar 21, 2015 9:55:36 GMT -5
Perros nodded to the barkeep and gave the man a small thankful smile.
"That is very kind of of you, Drake. Give me a cup of your strongwine, the heavy one, not that you tried a few months ago when that trader from Sunspear came and sold you those casks. If that is what they're drinking in the other kingdoms I am not suprised they are fighting so much."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 21, 2015 10:18:04 GMT -5
Drake went ahead and got the drink for the man. "Mitch here been going on about the warm weather. Don't see you in so early, guess he was right then hmm?" He slid the drink over to Perros and gave a glance over to Mitch who seemed a bit more quiet now.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 21, 2015 10:19:58 GMT -5
"Knew it, eh, always knew it," Mitch chuckled, on his tenth drink by now. "You can trush ole Red Mitch, heh heh."
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Post by Ser Theomore Bulwer on Mar 21, 2015 10:53:58 GMT -5
Perros took a deep sip from the wine to wet his throat before he answered the barkeep.
"Yep, felt like I was like one of my jars in the oven, so decided to close up shop and come here. How do you manage to keep it so cool in here, Drake? Tell me your secret." he ended his answer with before another sip from his drink.
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