open | a home for assorted things in june

[leatherboots]

WHO: Rupert von Hentzau, Ruritania's worst eligible bachelor
WHERE: Maurtia Falls & Jeopardy but open to other prompts/places if needs be!
WHEN: Throughout June
WHAT: An open log for assorted bits and bobs. There are two open starters within but feel free to hit me up on plurk (fizzier) if you would like something different or just chuck your own starter in the comments below.
WARNINGS: NSFW language and themes, probably

Bad News Bar, late at night
The filthiest little whiskey joint in all Maurtia Falls

Just as he had said, Rupert is a habitual client of this particular bar. He’s not a problem client, far from it – Rupert is a gregarious patron and is just as generous with his filthy jokes and ridiculous stories as he is with his tips for the servers. He’s there most nights without fail, steadily maintaining a light to middling level of pleasant drunkenness, and makes a point of talking to very nearly anyone and everyone he happens to make eye contact with, for better or for worse. Usually worse.

Tonight Rupert’s in fine form and holding court in his usual booth at the far end of the bar, with a good line of sight for both the entrance and the kitchen door (with the back exit beyond it). There’s a deck of cards in his hands and a half bottle of his favourite red wine on the table, and he laughs brightly as he sends another losing patron away with less money than he’d had five minutes ago.

“Ah, bad luck, my friend!” Rupert calls as the man sourly slouches away, shaking his head. “You know what you say, don't you? Winning at cards is like sex - if you don’t have a good partner, you’d better have a good hand!”

Rupert laughs, mostly to himself, and shuffles the deck as he awaits his next challenger.

Jekyll Park, Jeopardy, early afternoon
Get fucked, squirrels!

The problem with visiting a place like the Bad News Bar so often was the inevitable fall-out the next day. Rupert wakes the next day feeling worse for wear, and spends a good few hours lounging around Jeopardy #001 feeling delicate. But before long hunger and boredom drives him out of the house and out into the world, bundled up in designer sweatpants and a 100% imPure t-shirt, in search of a deliciously greasy hangover cure.

He settles on a hot dog stand in the local park, a firm favourite, where the vendor has even less of an idea of what goes into the hotdog meat than Rupert does. Spiders probably, given how everything in this town seems to involve spiders somehow. Spiders or not, Rupert buys two and settles on a park bench looking pleased with himself.

A curious squirrel joins him on the bench, edging its way closer to Rupert and his hotdogs. Distracted, Rupert stares intently at the creature for a few quiet moments, then barks a sharp laugh.

“Oh, no, I'm afraid not. I deserve these. Both of them,” Rupert replies dismissively, shaking his head at the squirrel. “Now do fuck off and let me enjoy this in peace.”