Sacretio: Generic Tavern Scene!

[Stan Cold]

In the country of Tigro, there is the kingdom Tigronia. In the kingdom of Tigronia, there is the city of Coca. In the city of Coca, there is a market. In the market, there is a lute shop and in that lute shop is a minotaur posting up a flier.

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[weatherwax]

Elaine is busy behind the counter, tuning one of her acoustics, when she notices the Minotaur placing a flier in her window.

"Hey, hey, now," she says with a grin. "It's always better to ask before you go 'round putting stuff in shop windows. For all I know your from Jason Green's shop."

She shakes her head.

"Damn that grey bastard. Whatcha got there?"

She reads the flier.

"Ahhh. Eh, I'll allow it."

She goes back to tuning.

[FreakyBoy]

Bruce throws up the horns as he walks by the minotaur, nodding his head at the bull-man. He heads into the shop, turning immediately to the electric section - specifically the Thrashhead display. He grabs on of the lutes and starts shredding without an amp, checking the sound.

He needs a new lute. He just broke the last one over his bassist's head, trying to get him to come out.

[weatherwax]

"Bruce, my man!" Elaine sets down her lute and jumps the counter, joining Bruce at the Thrashhead display. She nudges his shoulder with hers, careful to avoid the spikes. "Bummer 'bout the band, my friend. You guys do good stuff. GOOD stuff. Vocalists, amiright? Flighty. Nothin' steady like a good chord holding 'em down.

Hey, know what? Go on, next lute's on the house. You've been real good to me, hon."

She points to the lute in Bruce's hands.

"Yeah, that's a special one, there. Moloch. Seven strings, solid body, pau ferro neck and the tone," she whistles. "You always did have a good eye, Brucie."

[FreakyBoy]

"Hey Laney," Bruce replies, pausing the shreds so the shoulder-bump doesn't screw it all up.

He grins. "Thanks. Need a new one; Justin's still moping." He strums a few more licks, then shoulders the lute. "More bassists than vocalists. It's not like she wasn't doing everyone." He grins wider. "And I do mean everyone. She's an elf, after all."

He makes a face. "Still, have you heard the drek she's been doing lately? Ugh. How do folk listen to music with no bite like that?"

[weatherwax]

"No bite is right." Elaine tsks and shakes her head. "Even elvy music's gotta have soul. She may have been good in the sack, but she's a sop on stage without proper direction!"

She heads back around the counter, pulls out a bottle of Deep Red (a favored Demon liquor -- tastes of burning cherries) and a couple of glasses, pours a good nip in both, and hold one out to Bruce.

"Here's to Justin comin' out of the funk and to future gigs. Worse comes to worse, you can always hit up another elf to solve his problems!" She grins wickedly.

[FreakyBoy]

"To elves and the problems they bring," Bruce replies before inappropriately chugging the liquor.

He motions with the now-empty glass at the poster on the wall. "So, what's the deal with that?"

[weatherwax]

Elaine knocks back her Red, hisses (is that a bit of smoke?), and plunks the glass on the counter.

"What that?" she waves a hand in dismissal of the flier. "Aw, some princeling's playing adventure time at Smaug's. You know, recruiting heroes and mages and stuff. What a -- hey wait!" she perks up and grins, quickly shoveling her glass and the Red under the counter.

"You need a little fun time, right?" she says. "Let's go watch the show! Think of it, all those farmboys and rinkitink wizards that failed out of Basstits applying, ready to seek their fortune. Could be good for a laugh."

She hops the counter again and pulls on Bruce's arm.

"Besides, Glitterkind is playing tonight," she says. "Up n comers. Need our support. Waddaya say? Also, ale on me, of course."

[Skitzophrenik]

The door slams open, and a fairly tall, lanky figure is silhouetted in the doorway.

"Bruce, you son of a bitch!"

A flung bottle, mostly empty of firewhisky, misses Bruce by a mile, and puts a hole through a cardboard standup of Thrashhead. Nice shot to the bassist's goolies. The thrower steps through the door and is revealed: Killthrust. His hair is lank and dirty, and his undershirt is unwashed. He is wearing some quite rips leather pants, huge boots, and a lot of spiked straps on his legs. His long pale-white-with-an-unhealthy-green-tint arms hand at his sides as he stalks across the store, grabs the frontman by his lapels and utterly fails to lift him an inch.

"You broke a.... lute over my head."

[FreakyBoy]

Bruce makes a face. "Gah! You're getting your stink all over my metal, man." He shoves 'Killthrust' away with one hand. "Go get washed up before I beat some more sense into you."

[weatherwax]

Elaine stumbles away from the quarreling bandmates. Her eyes flash fire. A red glow surrounds her, and her hair lifts from her head.

"Justin Bloodsmasher," she says, her voice deep and hollow. "Did you just throw a bottle in the general direction of my best lutes? And ruin my promotional material??"

[Stan Cold]

The minotaur, whose been quietly standing in the corner looking until he became slightly nervous of his current company, runs out of the store giving a deep, oxen scream at the sight of the she-demon's fury.

[Skitzophrenik]

Killthrust scuffs a boot, and looks at his feet.

"Sorry Laney."

[FreakyBoy]

Bruce grins, and slaps a metal-clad arm around the bassist's shoulders. "C'mon, 'Killthrust'. We're going to Smaug's Horde to get you a bath and to get smashed. Plus Glitterkind's playing. We can tell those faggy dwarves what we think of them."

[weatherwax]

Elaine's glow dissipates, and her hair drops.

"That's better," she mutters, eyes still narrowed.

She links arms with the Orcs.

"Come on, boys, I'm closing up shop."