I’m tellin’ ya, I’d be slapping the rent money in my whiny ol’ Landlord’s grasping hands right now iffn I had any. I used the money to the good purposes, though. I bought a tavern for topless and bottomless people, because gettin’ dressed up fer the dance doesn’t fit the “every” lifestyle.
No shirt - we’re-cool-with-that-service, is standard at the Wretched Raven Tavern (from the Falconrose), and that the my #MyGCG feelin’, iffn you see the opposite side of the sign from what I normally see, No Shirt, No Service, waved under my nose and such.
I researched getting the Raven off to a good start on this interwebby thingy, and it says you gotta have a "soft opening" to practice up. So I spoke to my Landlord ‘cause he knows about things, like mud mainly. So I asks him about tryin’ out an opening of the Raven.
“You mean a soft opening?”, he asks.
It’s like he read the interwebby thingy. “Yep”, says I, “gotta try out the dance floor and landing ‘structions, like.”
“I’ll call some friends; we’ll have a wee party; take notes if we see any issues?” he suggested. He speaks with semicolons, who does that?
So’s I rubbed my hands together, got him to do everything, yeppers! Jumpin’ to the Grand-Yet-Soft-Practice-Opening, cuz I’m done. :)
The place looked great. Had a door-person, had a cute bar-person and a big bouncer-person who looks like he actually could trust you less than he could throw you, iffn you know what I mean. Seems nice enough.
I get’s there a bit late, been out in the swamp gettin’s some good eatin’ weeds and wanted ter wash off the swamp grime so I walked over to the Raven in the river, kinda upstream. I presented myself at the door to the door-person, says “Hello. :)” and tries to walk in.
“End of the line. Can’t you see the line?”, the door-person says.
Well I says, “I’m Trey. I found and ‘stablished the Raven.” Prolly poking him inna chest was an ill-considered action.
Well, says he, “You can call me Captain GETOTHEBACKOFTHELINE!”, while peering down at my bent finger resting on his chest. So I casually sauntered quick-like to the back of the line.
“Only a few more hours.” I overhear. I could hear my Landlord inside laughing that he wasn’t wearing no pants, ‘spectin’ real good service. I could see them dancin’ it up in there. I think the openin’ wuz goin’ real well. Couldn’t be prouder, really.
I was standin’ behind an attractive female-presenting demon, and I figured, gotta couple of hours, maybe I can talk her inta dancin’. So’s I introduce myself and ask what’s on her mind whilst standin’ in the line and all. She asks, “Do you know the hardest part about getting shrunken skulls to look great?”
My eyebrows shot up on their own, quite a bit. “Exactly!” she said, “Getting the eyebrows straight.” Then she rubbed her thumb across one of my eyebrows and started to feel the sides offn my head. My coughin’ fit made me bend over and take a few steps back. She shrugged and turned around.
Only a few more hours ...
The Wretched Raven is an alternate home in #MyGCG.
Come as you are; clothing is unspecified.