This is meant to be a fun place to blow off a bit of creative steam without feeling obligated to post, or held to timeframes or events of the Thorns Universe. This particular thread is set in a Wild West theme, and yes, you can be as EXTRA as you like! There are multiple things happening in the Saloon right now. You can: Join the Poker Game (or already be in it), Have a Drink at the Bar, Listen to the Music or Play the Piano, Engage with the Lady of the Evening (no mature events will occur in this thread, so don't worry, it's all PG), Start a bar fight!! The choices are up to you.
It is 100% that EVERY TIME someone enters the Saloon through the swinging doors, the music will stutter to a stop and the room will go quiet and stare at the new comer, before resuming as though nothing happened.
There is one rule: All occupants of the bar must wear a Hat. Cowboy, or otherwise. You have been advised!
If you like, you may use your Writers Account to post for ease of keeping track of your people.
ALKRIMS SALOON | SOMEWHERE BETWEEN MORNING AND NOON
“Y’got that right Mister Alkrim.” The olive skinned woman said, before taking her drink with her, turning towards the room. It was the only saloon in town, with mostly clean wooden floors and a decently stocked bar. Round wooden tables with matching chairs dotted the ground floor, filled with folks of all creeds and countries. An old oakwood piano was located on the left of the room, where a small blond woman sat tinkling the ivories with a pleasant background song. A wooden staircase with a smooth banister led upstairs, where Mister Alkrim rented out rooms for weary travellers. The smell of tobacco, sweat, dust and drink filled the air.
“Dove, are you in, or are you planning on proposing to that drink?!” A far too elegant voice called from the table centermost to the room, belonging to a young man with dark curls and a chin known to make even the strongest of knees buckle. He wore a black hat with a sharp brim, and entirely dust free, clearly recently purchased. Sarinah smirked, adjusting her wide brimmed hat and walking back to her seat, spurs of her black boots clinking lightly.
“Keep y’pants on Mercucianno. Jus’ admirin’ that horse outside y’about to loose to me.” She chuckled, slipping onto her seat and rolling up the cream sleeves of her loose oversized men's shirt. Sipping the drink, she glanced at the rest of the table, raven locks cascading down one shoulder in uncaring abandon.
“So, who’s in then?”
From the piano, a pale young woman with white blond hair piled on her head leaned with one elbows on the top, her red dress all corset and ribbons and cleavage. On top of her well organized up-do perched a small red fascinator with a stonking great red feather poking out of the top.
“Why I do declare, play something with a little spirit Charity darlin'. Don’t you know, if a girl oughta work in this heat, might as well make it fun.” She breathed in a soft, southern accent, looking around the room for the most depressed looking fellow in the room. The pianist glanced up briefly from under a white bonnet style hat, smiling and adjusting her tempo.
“You got it Miss A.” Patting the musician on the shoulder, the woman moved away from the piano, walking through people with a sweet welcoming smile.
“Uh! Whiskey sour?! Who had the whiskey sour?!” A voice called over the gentle din, it's owner a wild mess of russet brunette curls and sable skin smattered with freckles, hands full with a tray of drinks. Over her curls barely sat a baker boy type cap.
“Oh aye! ‘Ere lass!” A rough voice called in return, hand raising in the crowd with poorly inked images of whales and anchors and other such nautical paraphernalia. The girl sighed with relief and moved to the sailor.
“Oh gee here you go ma’am, sorry for the delay, it’s my first day and it’s all so loud and busy and then the folks on table four asked for this huge order and honesty I think I forget about five things but Mister Alkrim is so patient with me and I get to help balance his books which is going to be just super because I want to work at the town bank one day but of course girls aren’t meant to be I'm gonna be out towns first female banker an—” The sailor shushed her, taking the drink with a finger to her lips.
“Less talkin’ more drinkin’ lass.” She chuckled, holding her tricorn hat with one hand and knocking back half the beverage in one long go with the other, hazel eyes following the red dressed woman with an appreciative wink.
“Not today Lacey darling. Mister Alkrim’s been fixing to throw you out after last time. Behave.” Athrym said with a chiding tsk, weaving a purposeful path away from the rowdy sea goer, flicking out a black handheld fan to flutter at her face and chest.
All in all, it was just another day in the Saloon. It was just a matter of time before trouble would walk through those swinging doors.