Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears

[akas]

WHO: Jessica Jones and everyone who showed interest
WHERE: Bar & Peace
WHEN: Saturday 18, night
WHAT: BATTLE OF THE BANDS!? STAND UP COMEDY!? You decide.
WARNINGS: Jessica Jones, as usual.

[ A promise is a promise, so on Saturday night everyone coming to Bar & Peace in Maurtia Falls will find it cleaner than usual, as well as nicely decorated, with a fully functional stand, sound system included. Jessica has even thrown some spare instruments for the more needed, but she has also mentioned that if you're playing, you better bring your shit.

The bar and the tables remain the same, although the lights are dimmer than usual and there's an obvious extra space for whatever crowd wants to stand in front of the playing bands/people/opportunist performers. The woman herself will be mostly at the bar, leering at everything and everyone and serving drinks, as you do. She's there for small talk and sharing drinks with the customers though. That's basically all that bartenders do, right?

The stage is set, the performers are ready, the crowd is (kinda) filled with expectations. From the bar, Jessica holds a microphone and calls up the first loser willing to entertain them all. Here goes nothing.

What's the worst it could happen, right? ]

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THE STAGE

[akas]

[ WHERE THE MAGIC HAPPENS AMIRITE.

It's pretty nice, so step up, do your thing, get screamed at, get clapped at, get booed at. Get thrown vegetables at? It's a gamble up here.

Just don't break anything, for the love of God. ]

Re: THE STAGE

[oldstandard]

[Stan walks up to the mic with a small blue book in hand, which looks like it was designed in the 80s and has a clip art of a laughing mouth. He clears his throat, and puts on his best showman's smile.]

Alright everyone, I've got a proposition for you. I count to three, you all clap and cheer, I claim my free drink, and we're all happy. Oooor. I read from this for the next twenty minutes. [He holds up the joke book in all of its terribly color coordinated and warped font glory.] The choice is yours. And may I remind you this book may be named as being against the Geneva conventions by title. Maybe. I'm not looking it up to find out if that's true, so assume it is.

[5055034455]

[Saul's already clapping.

Seriously, if no one else gets this guy a drink, he will.]

[oldstandard]

Thank you, thank you, you've all been obedient and cooperative! Especially you! [He does that very generic and sweeping eye contact and pointing.]

And just so you're all sure you made the right choice... [He opens the book to a random page] "Two peanuts walk into a bar, and one was a salted." Seriously. It would've been twenty minutes of that with me laughing after every joke. Genuinely. [And he doesn't even look slightly sorry about it.]

Goodnight, and thanks for the free booze! [He's going to be walking off stage and heading towards the bar with an almost maniacal cackle.]

A little rock flute.

[socialactivillain]

[ Later in the evening, Piper's taking the stage with his flute. Those who don't know him may be expecting something classy, maybe a little Mozart, some Vivaldi. Something light and definitely not tacky at all.

But no. Not here. Not tonight. Tonight, you lucky patrons of Bar & Peace get a flute cover of Metallica's Master of Puppets. He's really enthusiastic about it, with zero sense of irony. But at least he's actually really good! Small mercies. ]

THE BAR

[akas]

[ Because maybe you just came to get your drink on, or maybe you're looking to score, or just to laugh at the poor losers getting on stage. It's a free(ish) country, nobody's judging.

Jessica might be there, or not. If the bar's crowded don't expect her to be there at every moment. Chances are one (1) Daisy Johnson is somewhere around, too. ]

((ooc: mostly for interactions between people on the bar, not with Jessica.))

One (1) Daisy Johnson | OTA

[morethan084]

I'm just warning you if it's not something on the tap or from a bottle, it's going to take me a few minutes to make it.

[What? She's just being honest.]

[notsheepish]

A bottle will do. But thanks for the warning.

[If memory serves, Daisy has seen Ruby's face before, but Ruby did not actually see hers in return. So that's fun.]

[shittybirthday]

Bottle's fine.

[ Gruff, curt, to the point. Not appreciating the noise of the bar, but he's grown somewhat accustomed to it since working in his own bar across town. ]

[airshow]

[ James came for a lot of things, okay, but yes, one of them is drinking. Or, more accurately, making up increasingly ridiculous cocktail names until someone calls him out on them not existing. ]

Ever tried an Alabama Unicorn? [ he asks, addressing whatever poor soul happens to be nearby. ]

[socialactivillain]

[ Piper raises an eyebrow. Don't test him, Tricks, he knows you too well for this. ]

Isn't that just an Alabama Slammer, but you throw a fistful of glitter in their face while they're drinking it?

THE JESSICA

[akas]

[ The boss, the woman, the legend.

Currently nursing a whiskey under the counter.

But she'll talk to you! Totally. That's what bartenders do. Part-time booze providers, part-time psychotherapists. Just don't expect coddling. There are other bars and fine establishments for that sort of shit. ]

[notsheepish]

Hey, you.

[Ruby had said she was going to try to come by, and she is a woman of her word! Usually. Sometimes.

Either way, she's here now, and has been making a beeline straight to Jessica since she walked in and spotted her.]

You look like you're having fun.

[akas]

Hey yourself.

[ It takes her a second to remember her, but when she does, Jessica smiles, a bit. Then she puts the bottle over the counter. ]

Hating every minute of it.

[morethan084]

[Daisy had just put money in the drawer when Jessica walked past her.]

That guy that was just on stage before was terrible, but, he gave me a 20 dollar tip and his phone number.

[Faking excitement, Daisy didn't care if he was looking as she threw his number right in the garbage.]

We should've bought ear plugs for tonight.

[akas]

It's the tank top.

[ Her tank top. Which arguably doesn't look that bad on Daisy.

Lies, it looks awesome. ]

Next time I'll get us plugs. If there's a next time... apparently these things might help with publicity.

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah didn't come here for the open mic... thing. She looks surprised and a little unhappy that it's going on, actually. But she still takes a seat at the bar and nods to Jessica, because hey, they've talked before. It'd be rude to walk into a bar and immediately turn around and leave, right?

Besides, alcohol. ]

What's up.

[akas]

Hey.

[ Cue the biggest eyeroll in recorded history. ]

Insanity, that's what's up.

[notsheepish]

[Ruby doesn't notice her immediately, paying attention to the poor soul trying his best up there right now, but when she does, she quickly wanders over and slips onto the seat next to Sarah's.]

Well, well. This is a pleasant surprise.

[airshow]

So hey!

[ It's this asshole again! ]

Nice place you got here. Any chance I can wrangle my free drink before I go on stage? Lubricate the metaphorical cogs of my act or something like that?

[akas]

Ugh.

[ She's just going to pour you a big glass full of ice, rum and coke. ]

Don't disappoint me.

[ Who's kidding, she was born disappointed. ]

[hostage]

[Wandering in at ten minutes to closing time, it's this Big Mistake over here. Jesse slips in through the back, hoping to avoid the rest of the crowd on his way to the bar. He slides into a stool at the far end, regret already written all on his face when he glances over to Jessica. Why is he torturing himself like this? God knows. He only just regained his memories of Jane and apparently he wants to twist that knife in his own heart.]

[akas]

[ Well well well. ]

So you came. Kinda late, but you came.

[ They're alone in there, and Jessica is both excited and... uncertain about this. ]

THE GOD KNOWS SOMEWHERE ELSE

[akas]

[ I DON'T KNOW.

DON'T BREAK ANYTHING. ]

Let's play poker, ota

[pyrogue]

[ Mick's here because his friends are here, really. Well, that and beer. But he's not much of an entertainer himself. After a while, he pulls out a deck of cards. He shuffles it, and if he catches you eyeing it he might ask: ] Up for a game?