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maskormenacelogs2016-04-03 12:02 pm
burningbothends) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-04-03 12:02 pm
[open] I took a light, and I made a fire
WHO: Roy Mustang and anyone!
WHERE: Il Fiammeggiante Ragazzo Bar in Heropa
WHEN: Basically any time throughout April, starting the 4th
WHAT: Free drinks! Friendly chatter!
WARNINGS: Alcohol mostly. Some mentioned nudity.
[Il Fiammeggiante Ragazzo has a modest downtown pseudo-brick storefront. Not in the best part of town, but not quite in the bad part, the looping cursive of its well-maintained orange and blue lighted sign manages to not look out of place. The interior, like the interior of most clubs, is dark enough to conceal most of the stains on the floor, but the brown brick interior makes it intimate rather than dingy. The lighting is all bright, cobalt blue, gold, orange, magenta and violet, strikingly bright and pretty for how little it cuts through the overall dimness. There’s a pool table on the right, a couple of small tables, and a modest dance floor towards the back which, depending on what time you come, may or may not be populated by a disproportionate amount of young, attractive men, thugh there are plenty of ladies, too. Beyond the dance floor lies a staircase and an entrance onto the outdoor patio. Every one in a while a young man wearing nothing but a very nice pair of underwear and sneakers with good sole support may wander down the staircase and head over to the bar, leaning over it to chat with the bartenders.
The bar itself is off to the left of the entrance and Roy is immediately identifiable as the only bartender wearing a shirt--tight and black with the club’s logo emblazoned across the front. The sleeves are short enough to show the bottom edges of the wide bruises ringing his upper arm, finally starting to yellow. In the poor lighting, you might not even notice they’re there. Also notable may be the fact that Roy’s wearing a pair of white cloth gloves.
The first couple of nights, you may find Roy in the middle of getting sauced as his fellow bartender (a very attractive, very shirtless young man) and the various patrons cajole him into trying various liquors and cocktails in the name of educating him.
Or you may walk into an odd scene: Roy facing the shelves of liquor behind him, carefully moving a gloved hand along the bottles. After a moment, his co-bartender glances over his shoulder and says “Almost, honey. Two to the left.” Roy offers a sheepish thanks and grabs the bottle, uncapping it and surreptitiously sniffing it before turning around to pour out a drink for a waiting patron.
Or something else may be going on with Il Fiamme’s new blind bartender, idk hit me up at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
praecipitanter if you have an idea!!]
WHERE: Il Fiammeggiante Ragazzo Bar in Heropa
WHEN: Basically any time throughout April, starting the 4th
WHAT: Free drinks! Friendly chatter!
WARNINGS: Alcohol mostly. Some mentioned nudity.
[Il Fiammeggiante Ragazzo has a modest downtown pseudo-brick storefront. Not in the best part of town, but not quite in the bad part, the looping cursive of its well-maintained orange and blue lighted sign manages to not look out of place. The interior, like the interior of most clubs, is dark enough to conceal most of the stains on the floor, but the brown brick interior makes it intimate rather than dingy. The lighting is all bright, cobalt blue, gold, orange, magenta and violet, strikingly bright and pretty for how little it cuts through the overall dimness. There’s a pool table on the right, a couple of small tables, and a modest dance floor towards the back which, depending on what time you come, may or may not be populated by a disproportionate amount of young, attractive men, thugh there are plenty of ladies, too. Beyond the dance floor lies a staircase and an entrance onto the outdoor patio. Every one in a while a young man wearing nothing but a very nice pair of underwear and sneakers with good sole support may wander down the staircase and head over to the bar, leaning over it to chat with the bartenders.
The bar itself is off to the left of the entrance and Roy is immediately identifiable as the only bartender wearing a shirt--tight and black with the club’s logo emblazoned across the front. The sleeves are short enough to show the bottom edges of the wide bruises ringing his upper arm, finally starting to yellow. In the poor lighting, you might not even notice they’re there. Also notable may be the fact that Roy’s wearing a pair of white cloth gloves.
The first couple of nights, you may find Roy in the middle of getting sauced as his fellow bartender (a very attractive, very shirtless young man) and the various patrons cajole him into trying various liquors and cocktails in the name of educating him.
Or you may walk into an odd scene: Roy facing the shelves of liquor behind him, carefully moving a gloved hand along the bottles. After a moment, his co-bartender glances over his shoulder and says “Almost, honey. Two to the left.” Roy offers a sheepish thanks and grabs the bottle, uncapping it and surreptitiously sniffing it before turning around to pour out a drink for a waiting patron.
Or something else may be going on with Il Fiamme’s new blind bartender, idk hit me up at
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What a damn, senseless... I'm sorry, Captain.
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I've long since given up being angry over it, it doesn't serve a purpose. I assume the goal was to make the population easier to control and instead it lead to widespread unrest among Komarrans. Presently there are efforts to fully integrate Komarr with the rest of the Empire.
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[ Along with a subtle mention that the Emperor was as well, but Duv got the impression that the Emperor preferred to remain relatively unbiased even if in appearances only. ]
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Thank you for telling me this. I'd like to ask one more question if you'll consent, Captain.
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... I'd like to know if you believe Aral Vorkosigan is trustworthy.
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[ That's a loaded question if he ever heard one and he frowns as he taps a finger against his glass. ] I'm not sure yet. This isn't the Aral Vorkosigan of my time and I haven't had much contact with him here yet.
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Thank you, Captain.
... The drinks are on me if you'd like another. Something a bit stiffer, maybe.
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Did you have any further inquiries?
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