06-05-2018, 05:34 AM
This place has to be this universe’s Taj Mahal because it's pretty classy. I can't even remember being at a spot this snazy in what felt like centuries. Shortly after arriving, a short little bellhop with stinky shoes kindly asked me if I needed help finding any place I desired to go.
"Oh Yes, I would love the help. I'm as a nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs."
He blinked and said nothing before swallowing hard, "would you like to go rest or perhaps have a fresh meal to help with your---chairs?"
"That sounds wonderful, but I was thinking something a little harder," I said, pausing to take in the upscale meeting area, "is there someplace a girl like me can get a drink around here?"
I swear if this place did not have any liquor, I was going to turn around and go right back to Big Daddy's Club. Thankfully, the cute little slave told me where the bar was, and I headed there right away. There are not too many people in the lobby currently, and I wondered how late I was for the tournament.
The voice of someone of distressed and angry broke my trance, and it was coming from somewhere up ahead. Down the hallway, an adorable mouse, a spaceman, and a golden boy stood confrontationally around each other. The aggression came once the flashy one bellowed "now which one of you is the ‘good person’ who stole from me?”
Rocketman responded with a crushing blow from a sucker punch. The power from the assault was enough to send goldilocks to the wall behind him. I did not expect to see any action so soon, so this altercation was truly exciting. I let out a psychotic chuckle and cheered "Get him!" while hopping up and down in excitement. My fun was short-lived though because security broke it up before it even started, how disappointing. Hopefully, the drinks here won't be as anti-climatic.
Swuav patterned printed carpet lead the way to a cantina, like the yellow brick road to booze. In a matter of moments, I made my way through the sanctuary, and found the room where they kept the good stuff. Jazzy tunes crept out from the open corridor where the bar lay beyond. Perfect, now I can relax, and get a handle on this whole Duke's Invasion event.
Before I could walk through the breezeway into the saloon before me, the racket of something unexpected and familiar stopped me dead in my tracks. Is that moaning I hear? Intrigued I tried to pinpoint where the dirty deed was going on. If it's the rated R, backstage, VIP area, I wanted in.
Before I could investigate further however, a ginger-haired fellow rushed past me with a panic-stricken look on his face. I couldn't help but to laugh out loud, “must be the boyfriend” I teased. Sex and a show! I'm not ready to get into that kind of mischief, not without a few drinks first!
Deangelos Descent is not like anything I expected, and there was excitement at every turn. I wonder what would happen next I thought to myself as I made my way to the bar.
The bartender smiled asked pleasantly, "what can I get you?" while polishing a shot glass. He was a decent looking gentleman, tall, with broad shoulders, and a sweet dimple smile. I wonder if employees are off the market or not?
Biting on my bottom lip, I replied, "Can I get some whiskey, sugar?" followed by a wink. Faster than I can say sassafras, I had a beautiful ember shot sitting in front of me. Without a second to spare and with two taps to the bottom of the shot glass on the bar, I downed it like a champ. "Can you keep them coming, sweetheart?"
"Oh Yes, I would love the help. I'm as a nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs."
He blinked and said nothing before swallowing hard, "would you like to go rest or perhaps have a fresh meal to help with your---chairs?"
"That sounds wonderful, but I was thinking something a little harder," I said, pausing to take in the upscale meeting area, "is there someplace a girl like me can get a drink around here?"
I swear if this place did not have any liquor, I was going to turn around and go right back to Big Daddy's Club. Thankfully, the cute little slave told me where the bar was, and I headed there right away. There are not too many people in the lobby currently, and I wondered how late I was for the tournament.
The voice of someone of distressed and angry broke my trance, and it was coming from somewhere up ahead. Down the hallway, an adorable mouse, a spaceman, and a golden boy stood confrontationally around each other. The aggression came once the flashy one bellowed "now which one of you is the ‘good person’ who stole from me?”
Rocketman responded with a crushing blow from a sucker punch. The power from the assault was enough to send goldilocks to the wall behind him. I did not expect to see any action so soon, so this altercation was truly exciting. I let out a psychotic chuckle and cheered "Get him!" while hopping up and down in excitement. My fun was short-lived though because security broke it up before it even started, how disappointing. Hopefully, the drinks here won't be as anti-climatic.
Swuav patterned printed carpet lead the way to a cantina, like the yellow brick road to booze. In a matter of moments, I made my way through the sanctuary, and found the room where they kept the good stuff. Jazzy tunes crept out from the open corridor where the bar lay beyond. Perfect, now I can relax, and get a handle on this whole Duke's Invasion event.
Before I could walk through the breezeway into the saloon before me, the racket of something unexpected and familiar stopped me dead in my tracks. Is that moaning I hear? Intrigued I tried to pinpoint where the dirty deed was going on. If it's the rated R, backstage, VIP area, I wanted in.
Before I could investigate further however, a ginger-haired fellow rushed past me with a panic-stricken look on his face. I couldn't help but to laugh out loud, “must be the boyfriend” I teased. Sex and a show! I'm not ready to get into that kind of mischief, not without a few drinks first!
Deangelos Descent is not like anything I expected, and there was excitement at every turn. I wonder what would happen next I thought to myself as I made my way to the bar.
The bartender smiled asked pleasantly, "what can I get you?" while polishing a shot glass. He was a decent looking gentleman, tall, with broad shoulders, and a sweet dimple smile. I wonder if employees are off the market or not?
Biting on my bottom lip, I replied, "Can I get some whiskey, sugar?" followed by a wink. Faster than I can say sassafras, I had a beautiful ember shot sitting in front of me. Without a second to spare and with two taps to the bottom of the shot glass on the bar, I downed it like a champ. "Can you keep them coming, sweetheart?"
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