The Rose Thorne Pub/Inn.

Prices for drinks:

Glasses

Water or soda : 1 Credit's/zill's/Gill/zak's
Ale: 2 Credit's/zill's/Gill/zak's
Whisky: 3 Credit's/zill's/Gill/zak's
Gin: 4 Credit's/zill's/Gill/zak's
Wine: 5 Credit's/zill's/Gill/zak's
Liquor: 8 Credit's/zill's/Gill/zak's


Full bottles

Water or soda: 8 Credit's/zill's/Gill/zak's
Ale: 9 Credit's/zill's/Gill/zak's
Whisky: 10 Credit's/zill's/Gill/zak's
Gin: 11 Credit's/zill's/Gill/zak's
Wine: 15 Credit's/zill's/Gill/zak's
Liquor: 10 Credit's/zill's/Gill/zak's


Lodgings:

Single person room: 100 Credit's/zill's/Gill/zak's per night

Two person room: 200 Credit's/zill's/Gill/zak's per night

Extra Prices (Bribes):

Weapon fee: To keep weapons while walking in the building without having to turn them in to security- 700 Credit's/zill's/Gill/zak's per night.

Do not disturb fee: to...well...yeah...uh... if you know what I mean, it costs 1000 Credit's/zill's/Gill/zak's per night.

Help wanted:

Need waitress, waiter, security, and part time bar keep.

pays 50 Credit's/zill's/Gill/zak's each real time day.

Grant downed another shot of whiskey, looking up at the ceiling and blinking wildly. "Lets see...I'm so crocked I'm begining to tell the time by just looking at the sun...there is no sun, so therefore there is no time. I must be really drunk...damn it where or who am-" Then someone bumped into him and Grant took the kid by the collar and pressed him up against the wall, taking out his gun that stated: "Justice prospers" on it and stuffed the barrel into his mouth. "Look here bub, your messing with Grant Lennox-I'm a God-Damn Bounty hunter so if you can count to ten I'll blow your head off when I don't say sorry..." he replied before stumbling a bit. The kid took this advantage and smashed his shotglass against Grant's head...but it did nothing at all but make him bleed. "Wait...I'm sure I said that wrong...if you don't Damn a Bounty hunter, Grant will count to sorry and then blow your head off in ten seconds...No that sounds wors-" then he felt someone pull him back and toss him into the street. He stood up and fell in the mud, turning to the pub: "You! Have not seen the last! Of Bounty Grant Hunter Lennox Dammit Ten Seconds the Sorry!" he said holstering his gun and stumbling around town...

Liru passes the drunken man on her way into the bar, pushing open the swinging western style doors. She walked up to the counter and asked for a small bottle of vodka. She pays the fee and takes a seat in a booth away from the counter, facing the door two booths away that hugged the right side of the wall when one enters the bar. She sat there, sipping her vodka peacefully, flipping through a paper for any jobs that might be available.

Stumbling inside came a rather irritated and wet kitsune. She came to the bar and sat upon the chair, her tail dripping a near slimy liquid onto the floor. She looks to the person behind the bar and grumbled: "The largest pitcher of beer you've got..." she states, her voice just as disheartening.

Aika wrote:Stumbling inside came a rather irritated and wet kitsune. She came to the bar and sat upon the chair, her tail dripping a near slimy liquid onto the floor. She looks to the person behind the bar and grumbled: "The largest pitcher of beer you've got..." she states, her voice just as disheartening.

The werewolf turned her head to the familiar voice that entered the bar; setting her bottle down she waves to the kitsune: "Hey! Aika! Come over here, sit over here!" she called out, smiling gleefully.

Aika turns her head; craning her neck in the direction of the rather familiar, annoying, energetic voice of a certain Werewolf she'd thought she had seen her last days of. Her red eyes confirm her ears, and the Kitsune physically lets out an exasperated sigh. "..Liru...." she sighs again, taking her pitcher and trudged her way over to the seat in front of the blonde, sitting before her with irritated eyes. A few moments pass, and she gets aggravated due to Liru still waving at her. "Liru, I'm here damn it! Stop waving!" she exclaims, guzzling a third of the pitcher before slamming it down upon the table.

Aika wrote:Aika turns her head; craning her neck in the direction of the rather familiar, annoying, energetic voice of a certain Werewolf she'd thought she had seen her last days of. Her red eyes confirm her ears, and the Kitsune physically lets out an exasperated sigh. "..Liru...." she sighs again, taking her pitcher and trudged her way over to the seat in front of the blonde, sitting before her with irritated eyes. A few moments pass, and she gets aggravated due to Liru still waving at her. "Liru, I'm here damn it! Stop waving!" she exclaims, guzzling a third of the pitcher before slamming it down upon the table.

Liru stops waving, but still has a smile upon her face. "Hmm...you sound a little grouchy Aika...is it because your all wet? Why are you wet friend?" she asks, leaning towards the Kitsune, her own tail swishing back and forth.

Liru wrote:

Aika wrote:Aika turns her head; craning her neck in the direction of the rather familiar, annoying, energetic voice of a certain Werewolf she'd thought she had seen her last days of. Her red eyes confirm her ears, and the Kitsune physically lets out an exasperated sigh. "..Liru...." she sighs again, taking her pitcher and trudged her way over to the seat in front of the blonde, sitting before her with irritated eyes. A few moments pass, and she gets aggravated due to Liru still waving at her. "Liru, I'm here damn it! Stop waving!" she exclaims, guzzling a third of the pitcher before slamming it down upon the table.

Liru stops waving, but still has a smile upon her face. "Hmm...you sound a little grouchy Aika...is it because your all wet? Why are you wet friend?" she asks, leaning towards the Kitsune, her own tail swishing back and forth.

Aika glares at Liru. "Well well well, congradu-fucking-lations, you hit the nail on the head Captain Obvious." She stated in a dead-pan tone. "As to the reason why I'm wet, I do NOT want to disclose that information." She looks away suddenly, as if to shiver at the thought of why she was 'wet', but still holding her arms in a crossed manner she turns to the werewolf with her irritated gaze again, stating-rather adamantly: "-and as for 'friend', for the last time Liru, I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND!!!" She screamed at the wolf, her eyes becoming flaming glares of death.

Aika wrote:

Liru wrote:

Aika wrote:Aika turns her head; craning her neck in the direction of the rather familiar, annoying, energetic voice of a certain Werewolf she'd thought she had seen her last days of. Her red eyes confirm her ears, and the Kitsune physically lets out an exasperated sigh. "..Liru...." she sighs again, taking her pitcher and trudged her way over to the seat in front of the blonde, sitting before her with irritated eyes. A few moments pass, and she gets aggravated due to Liru still waving at her. "Liru, I'm here damn it! Stop waving!" she exclaims, guzzling a third of the pitcher before slamming it down upon the table.

Liru stops waving, but still has a smile upon her face. "Hmm...you sound a little grouchy Aika...is it because your all wet? Why are you wet friend?" she asks, leaning towards the Kitsune, her own tail swishing back and forth.

Aika glares at Liru. "Well well well, congradu-fucking-lations, you hit the nail on the head Captain Obvious." She stated in a dead-pan tone. "As to the reason why I'm wet, I do NOT want to disclose that information." She looks away suddenly, as if to shiver at the thought of why she was 'wet', but still holding her arms in a crossed manner she turns to the werewolf with her irritated gaze again, stating-rather adamantly: "-and as for 'friend', for the last time Liru, I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND!!!" She screamed at the wolf, her eyes becoming flaming glares of death.

Liru chuckled. "Well, your still my friend, Aika." she says with a chuckle. "Speaking of which, I hear you don't Voice Act anymore, I really loved your show!" She states, her tone slightly lower when mentioning the anime Aika used to voice act for.

She bares her fangs. "NEVER SPEAK OF THAT WRETCHED SHOW!!!" She screamed, taking a large gulp from her pitcher before slamming it back onto the table again. "Gahhhh! Liru, this is the kind of thing I'm talking about!" she grumbles, leaning over the table, her face upon the wood and her ears and tail drooping.

Aika wrote:She bares her fangs. "NEVER SPEAK OF THAT WRETCHED SHOW!!!" She screamed, taking a large gulp from her pitcher before slamming it back onto the table again. "Gahhhh! Liru, this is the kind of thing I'm talking about!" she grumbles, leaning over the table, her face upon the wood and her ears and tail drooping.

Liru blinked. "Oh....kay..." she states, slowly lifting her bottle of vodka up and taking barely a sip before setting it back onto the table. "Don't you think..your over reacting a little?" she asked closing her eyes in a nervous manner. "Well...then what have you been up to? If you don't act, what else have you been doing to keep you busy and keep you rich?...and why are you wearing...that?" she asked, pointing at the skull.

Liru wrote:
Liru blinked. "Oh....kay..." she states, slowly lifting her bottle of vodka up and taking barely a sip before setting it back onto the table. "Don't you think..your over reacting a little?" she asked closing her eyes in a nervous manner. "Well...then what have you been up to? If you don't act, what else have you been doing to keep you busy and keep you rich?...and why are you wearing...that?" she asked, pointing at the skull.

Aika's ears plop up, and she inches her head up from the table staring at the Okami with a blank stare. "If it really concerns you, and keeps you from playing this '20 questions' game; I'm a demon hunter...at least till the studio calls me in to continue the next season of that blasted anime..." She leans back again, holding the skull amulet. "What about it? This is part of my 'demon huntress' suit; have a problem with it?" she asked-Aika's face already blushed from the alcohol. "I think..your over reacting."

Aika wrote:

Liru wrote:
Liru blinked. "Oh....kay..." she states, slowly lifting her bottle of vodka up and taking barely a sip before setting it back onto the table. "Don't you think..your over reacting a little?" she asked closing her eyes in a nervous manner. "Well...then what have you been up to? If you don't act, what else have you been doing to keep you busy and keep you rich?...and why are you wearing...that?" she asked, pointing at the skull.

Aika's ears plop up, and she inches her head up from the table staring at the Okami with a blank stare. "If it really concerns you, and keeps you from playing this '20 questions' game; I'm a demon hunter...at least till the studio calls me in to continue the next season of that blasted anime..." She leans back again, holding the skull amulet. "What about it? This is part of my 'demon huntress' suit; have a problem with it?" she asked-Aika's face already blushed from the alcohol. "I think..your over reacting."

She blinked. "Demon Huntress?" she blinked again, leaning back into the seat and waving her hands. "Oh-No no! I don't have a problem with that at all!" she says with a nervous chuckle. "Though I do believe you may have more than you should have in the 'alcohol department'." she adds, slowly reaching for Aika's beer.

Aika pulls the beer away from Liru's creeping hand. She shook her head. "Your speaking crazy talk! I'm FINE" she says with a hiccup, turning her back to her. "I'm...gonna make the big bucks! Yessireee..." she says shooting the mug back and gulps the rest of her alcohol down. When she finished, her face is completely red and she half turns to Liru. "Damn...now..there's three of you...jus what I needed." she hiccups again, her eyes narrowed in irritation.

(Cause I've lost interest and really quite honestly lost my place...I'll be posting here...Mink your invited )

Parked outside after Vincent failed an attempt to use his ''pupil'' as bait, Vince took a seat by the bar and ordered an Ithtecan Whiskey. The bar tender slung a shot glass over to Vince, who caught it as he sat back in his chair, his slouch cap hanging down upon his back, and running his right hand through his hair. "Dammit, it's been a long while since I've done this." even though it has been only a few hours since he's been in a pub...a pub in Ithteca. But he may also be referring to the Rose Thorne Pub itself; since it HAD been a while since he last drank here.

"Last time...I believe Ikai and I may have been here...or was that Bianca... Or that Izumi-Kurogasa? Something like that..huh... I really can't recall. For all I know it could have been Deverin Faust." he says as he takes the first shot. He brings it down lightly and orders another, trying to remember what was what.

Mink walked up to the bar table and slammed her hand upon the counter, causing Vince's alcohol to bounce. "What the hell was that about?! Are you sure you can even consider yourself a Demon Slayer?! All you do is just sit around the bar and drink your fortune away....what ever is left of that fortune anyhow." she pulls away, holding her face and uttering a loud a sigh. "And trying to use me as bait back there.." She turned to Vincent with fury filled eyes. "What kind of 'man' are you?! And to believe I bloody fucking worshipped you! An adventurous Demon Hunter who is world renowned for his cunning and his grit when it comes to the profession of killin' Demons; a 'man' who was a legendary hero of the Sephiroth Wars, and who took on even the foulest demon itself, REGUIS MALEFRONT and survived? Nay..." she backs away from him, shaking her head side to side. "Nay...I find a washed up old drunk who's still nursing old wounds. A so called 'man' who fell too far into the bottle to feel pity for." she exclaimed, feeling pain well up inside. "I now know that my trip to meet you in Ithteca was in vain. I'm leaving Vince, you can keep your sorry excuse for a life to yourself." she declares, swurving around on the balls of her feet, her skirt/cape fluttered as she turned abruptly. She forces her way out of the Pub, pushing aside the double swinging doors and made it into the street.

She couldn't help but feel determined yet to be a world renowned Demon Huntress...but for now she was going to have to find a different path to the top. She leans against Vince's bike and crosses her arms under her rather plentiful breasts; thinking of where to start first.

Mink wrote:Mink walked up to the bar table and slammed her hand upon the counter, causing Vince's alcohol to bounce. "What the hell was that about?! Are you sure you can even consider yourself a Demon Slayer?! All you do is just sit around the bar and drink your fortune away....what ever is left of that fortune anyhow." she pulls away, holding her face and uttering a loud a sigh. "And trying to use me as bait back there.." She turned to Vincent with fury filled eyes. "What kind of 'man' are you?! And to believe I bloody fucking worshipped you! An adventurous Demon Hunter who is world renowned for his cunning and his grit when it comes to the profession of killin' Demons; a 'man' who was a legendary hero of the Sephiroth Wars, and who took on even the foulest demon itself, REGUIS MALEFRONT and survived? Nay..." she backs away from him, shaking her head side to side. "Nay...I find a washed up old drunk who's still nursing old wounds. A so called 'man' who fell too far into the bottle to feel pity for." she exclaimed, feeling pain well up inside. "I now know that my trip to meet you in Ithteca was in vain. I'm leaving Vince, you can keep your sorry excuse for a life to yourself." she declares, swurving around on the balls of her feet, her skirt/cape fluttered as she turned abruptly. She forces her way out of the Pub, pushing aside the double swinging doors and made it into the street.

She couldn't help but feel determined yet to be a world renowned Demon Huntress...but for now she was going to have to find a different path to the top. She leans against Vince's bike and crosses her arms under her rather plentiful breasts; thinking of where to start first.

Vince said not a word to the woman as she spilled her tirade of emotions upon him. Vince only took the drink in his hand and brought it to his lips and drank, even as she left him. "I told ya kid...my life isn't as grand as you think." he says absently, despite her not being present. He takes another shot for his 'nerves' and settles into his chair. He just wished his drink hit him sooner rather than later so he could forget this mess he started.

Grant brushes past the young and beautiful Drow outside, tipping his head to her before stumbling back into the bar. And low and behold, before him was the one and only Vincent Valor himself! "Hey! Vinny!" He exclaimed chuckling heartily as he took a seat beside the man and shook his shoulder vigorously. "How's Ol' Cotton-Eyed-Joe? How've you been man?" he exclaimed again, chuckling again. He looks to the bartender. "I'll have what he's having." he gave a thumbs up and then went back to his conversation with Vincent. "So whats up man? I haven't seen you around in these parts since my sister's kid Alastor caused the whirlwind of destruction around here. I'm surprised to see your face around here after that incident too. I mean, you did...well..had your way with the Snake Oil salesmen's wife. I mean, it had to be you; there's no way that scrawny ginger that hangs out with my Nephew could. Though tell me, how are the times treating ya pal?" he asked, clapping the other man's back with yet more hearty laughter.

Grant wrote:Grant brushes past the young and beautiful Drow outside, tipping his head to her before stumbling back into the bar. And low and behold, before him was the one and only Vincent Valor himself! "Hey! Vinny!" He exclaimed chuckling heartily as he took a seat beside the man and shook his shoulder vigorously. "How's Ol' Cotton-Eyed-Joe? How've you been man?" he exclaimed again, chuckling again. He looks to the bartender. "I'll have what he's having." he gave a thumbs up and then went back to his conversation with Vincent. "So whats up man? I haven't seen you around in these parts since my sister's kid Alastor caused the whirlwind of destruction around here. I'm surprised to see your face around here after that incident too. I mean, you did...well..had your way with the Snake Oil salesmen's wife. I mean, it had to be you; there's no way that scrawny ginger that hangs out with my Nephew could. Though tell me, how are the times treating ya pal?" he asked, clapping the other man's back with yet more hearty laughter.

Vincent was quiet for the mostpart, but then slowly shifted his position to face Grant. "Well...you've got a point there. But I believe it was a Mobster's Girlfriend I had gotten 'well acquainted with', I mean... I plowed those lovely tracks of land... if you get my meaning." he says with a wink-but then again with only one eye-a wink could be easily mistaken. "In either case, you must have past that tender ebony beauty on the way in here. A drow elf I thinks, but she was apparently my number one fan-the exact number of fans I had left after...you know..." he frowned, taking another shot from the bottle. "Well...she wanted me to make a 'guild' for demon hunting...I say it sounds stupid honestly. But with such beautiful curves like hers I couldn't tell her to buzz off. SO I take her on a recon mission that turned up nothing, tried to use her as bait-and well yeah. Now I'm here, she's out there and doesn't want anything to do with me." he takes another shot and smiles. "Well thats all fine to my fancy. Besides, I might be growing a conscience these days, she's way too young for me to 'plow', and she's got a pretty decent head on her shoulders." he sighs again, and again takes another shot.

Grant nods. "Ah, well to be honest it's not to stupid of a conception. I mean, hell, Alastor I hear is doing rather fine. Not really a guild, but he does have employees and he's making a decent living. Heh, I'd be careful if I were you; he may just steal the title of 'World Renowned Demon Hunter'. Hmm...Yeah, perhaps you really should create yourself a guild. It may just turn the tide of your...ever decreasing 'popularity'." he says grabbing his own glass and took a shot. "I, personally, lack some of the Demon Hunting Spirit I once carried eighteen years ago; and the monsters I killed were only monsters due to their actions. Bounty Hunting and Demon Hunting are practically the same business, just it pays more to keep MY quarry alive then when it comes to yours." he says tipping his head and took another shot.

He looks back at the Drow and smirks. "Well, she may no longer approve of you, but there may be ways to bring your world back to your feet." he looks back at Vince. "Yeah Vin, I'd say go make yourself a Guild again. Go back to the Mountains where you used to live and start over. Be the 'phoenix' as they say." he chuckles.

He sighs, setting his bottle down. He bows his head over the bar and then slowly turns to Grant. "Nonsense. Your nephew's got heart, no doubt about that. But I don't think my popularity is that bad." he picks himself up and leans back in the chair. "Hell... Even if I wanted to build a guild again, I have not a clue where I'd start collecting members. The only potential candidate just stormed out like a cyclone." he leans against the bar, ready to take another shot but found his bottle empty. "Shit..." he goes to reach for his wallet to purchase another.

Vincent Valor wrote:He sighs, setting his bottle down. He bows his head over the bar and then slowly turns to Grant. "Nonsense. Your nephew's got heart, no doubt about that. But I don't think my popularity is that bad." he picks himself up and leans back in the chair. "Hell... Even if I wanted to build a guild again, I have not a clue where I'd start collecting members. The only potential candidate just stormed out like a cyclone." he leans against the bar, ready to take another shot but found his bottle empty. "Shit..." he goes to reach for his wallet to purchase another.

"Not nonsense. You ARE that popular." Grant pours him a shot from his own bottle. "I'll save you the trouble of short circuiting the brain cells that still function in that head of yours. Look around you. We are in a Pub for crying out loud. There's always someone willing to join a cause in a bar. I mean, the alcohol helps ruining their senses and effects their decision making a tad, but that's beside the point;" he slings an arm around Valor and swerves him around to face the patrons. "See...a field of willing participants. Just scope them out, ask them nicely and give them opportunities. You be surprised what people will do for Gilex these days, and I tell you some may jump head long to be a demon hunter, let alone ride with notorious Vincent Valor himself. Even if your not as popular as you once were." he says clapping his shoulder again.

Mink was debating her choices when she over hears Vincent and the other gruff man talking. At first she really didn't listen too keenly for their subject matter, that was till the mentioning of the other man's nephew, this 'Alastor' was brought into question. Just a tad curious since the name was rather unique she further listened in, especially since Vince had mocked her for her suggestion of rebooting Valor's unit again, she was at first looking for the right fuel to justify her entering and bludgeoning Vincent to a pulp when she hears the other man state:

Grant wrote:
"Ah, well to be honest it's not too stupid of a conception. I mean, hell, Alastor I hear is doing rather fine. Not really a guild, but he does have employees and he's making a decent living. Heh, I'd be careful if I were you; he may just steal the title of 'World Renowned Demon Hunter'....

She lost track of the conversation from there; her brain focusing on that sentence again, replaying it over and over in her head. "He may just steal Vincent Valor's title? Huh...I may just have to look up this Alastor; I may need to find out more information about this Nephew of his.." she says under her breath.

Haruka entered the bar, looking rather distressed or rather 'depressed'. She sighs heavily as she walks up to the bar and leans over the counter, her large breasts pressing her torso off the bar's table and supported her. Their large soft tanned orbs glowed slightly as they were under the overhead lights. Her big brown feline eyes glanced to the bartender and she sighs again. "Something hard....nyah..." she moans leaning over the table, her forehead bonking the surface. "I don't care what, just make it quick and painless." she sighs again looking up slightly. I can't believe I got eaten...again. At this rate if I keep dying, I'm going to be broke from using resurrection machine..even if the company pays for the expenses usually... she thought solemnly. She leans back and a large glass of an amber colored liquid slides across the counter and is stopped by her left breast. The liquid waves within the glass, but not a drop is spilled. She takes this glass and takes a sip, feeling all the black hairs on her body stand on end. Whatever she drank was absolutely disgusting. She shook violently and shivered when another thought crept in her head: If I keep dying this quickly, I'm sure my employers are just gonna ''pull the plug on me'' and keep me dead. They've done it in the past... but, am I still worthy? She didn't know, leaning her head upon her left hand; her left elbow pressed against the table. She sat in the swivel chair, her long black tail behind her swayed and snaked left to right. Looking up her cat-ears twitched and she frowned deeper, taking another long sip from the alcohol she was drinking.

Haruka Sanada wrote:Haruka entered the bar, looking rather distressed or rather 'depressed'. She sighs heavily as she walks up to the bar and leans over the counter, her large breasts pressing her torso off the bar's table and supported her. Their large soft tanned orbs glowed slightly as they were under the overhead lights. Her big brown feline eyes glanced to the bartender and she sighs again. "Something hard....nyah..." she moans leaning over the table, her forehead bonking the surface. "I don't care what, just make it quick and painless." she sighs again looking up slightly. I can't believe I got eaten...again. At this rate if I keep dying, I'm going to be broke from using resurrection machine..even if the company pays for the expenses usually... she thought solemnly. She leans back and a large glass of an amber colored liquid slides across the counter and is stopped by her left breast. The liquid waves within the glass, but not a drop is spilled. She takes this glass and takes a sip, feeling all the black hairs on her body stand on end. Whatever she drank was absolutely disgusting. She shook violently and shivered when another thought crept in her head: If I keep dying this quickly, I'm sure my employers are just gonna ''pull the plug on me'' and keep me dead. They've done it in the past... but, am I still worthy? She didn't know, leaning her head upon her left hand; her left elbow pressed against the table. She sat in the swivel chair, her long black tail behind her swayed and snaked left to right. Looking up her cat-ears twitched and she frowned deeper, taking another long sip from the alcohol she was drinking.  

Vicent was also at the bar, drinking a shot of whiskey when the catgirl came in. She had taken a seat to his left and with his good eye, he looked over to her as she slumped into the seat, sprawling over the table and watched as the bartender sent the glass down the table's face and hit her breast softly. He blinked turning away as she drank and then took another shot himself. "Rough day?" he says loudly towards the Neko, bringing up his glass again.