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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 9, 2017 8:50:23 GMT -8
The Milk BarOn the side of a popular road is a small, cozy-looking tavern. However, this tavern serves no ale. Instead, the surprisingly innocent bar serves glasses of milk from the owner's cows, along with a variety of other dairy products. Despite the wholesome exterior, however, the patrons inside can be rather odd at times. After all, what sort of person goes to a milk bar, really? Despite the strange regulars, travelers still venture inside regularly, mostly for the cheesecake. It's quite well-known among those who travel the road often.
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Sasha Pierce
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Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on May 10, 2017 20:30:26 GMT -8
If anyone were to look at Sasha, point in her face, and tell her that one -- ONE DAY -- she'd be walking into a bar that served nothing but milk -- regular milk, chocolate milk, 2% -- Sasha would have laughed.
After all, what use is there for a bar if there wasn't any alcohol?
But she was wrong. She found the bar. Found the bar after being hired to investigate it because something felt off about the place. She was meant to discover what it was, or who it was, and Sasha had to admit -- there was definitely something funny about a "bar" that only served dairy products.
She stepped into the place, the heels of her enchanted boots clicking beneath her, and that creamy scent hit her full-force. This might be a terrible, terrible mistake...
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 10, 2017 20:36:33 GMT -8
A mistake for Sasha's waistline, perhaps. The bar was brightly-lit and cheerful, with colorful paintings on the walls and a delicious-looking cheesecake on the counter. A rather short and portly man with a rather impressive walrus mustache stood behind the bar, cheerfully handing out glasses of thick, creamy milk to thirsty patrons. Some seemed to be chocolate, but the rest seemed to be regular, wholesome, calcium-filled milk. A similarly short and portly woman bustled around the tavern, taking orders for cheese, cheesecake, buttered bread, and buttermilk pancakes. It all seemed very friendly, with none of the strangeness she might have been told about.
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on May 10, 2017 20:53:06 GMT -8
And yet, all of it felt very weird and awkward given the place's strange location and the distinct lack of normal tavern food. Sasha glanced at the people within the place who seemed content and happy and totally alright with being in a random place on a random road that served nothing but dairy products.
Making her way into the tavern, standing at an even 6 foot given the heels she wore, she wouldn't be surprised to get glances, and not offended if she didn't. She took a seat at the clean and bright countertop, glancing down the row of seat to see who she might be keeping company with while she waited for the portly man behind the counter to acknowledge her.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 10, 2017 21:00:48 GMT -8
The patrons looked up at her, their gazes lingering for just a moment longer than usual, but they all soon turned back to their food and drink. Sitting down at the bar, Sasha would spot a couple of hungry travelers digging into slices of cheesecake, a pair of adorable twins sipping at glasses of milk, and an old lady with a cane, who seemed to not be eating anything. Within a few moments, the bartender approached Sasha, smiling broadly at the new customer. "Hello there, ma'am. What can I get for you today? Today's special is raspberry cheesecake, if you'd like a piece of that."
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on May 10, 2017 21:19:05 GMT -8
"Just a glass of milk, please," Sasha said, forcing herself to relax and smile at the portly man behind her, trying to ignore the creepy feeling sliding up her spine. "And a moment of your time, perhaps?" She asked the man, putting on a welcoming and friendly smile. No seduction. She had a feeling the portly woman wandering around the floor as a waitress was intimately related to the big guy, and she didn't want to ruffle any feathers.
She didn't get her job done if feathers were rustled.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 10, 2017 21:26:58 GMT -8
The bartender beamed at her, pouring a tall glass of rich, creamy milk. He placed it on a small wooden coaster and slid it across the counter to her, along with a napkin to deal with the inevitable milk mustache.
"That's one copper piece, please. And I can certainly spare a moment. What can I help you with? Directions? Recipes? I'm afraid I can't share the recipes, they're a secret. My wife would kill me. She made them up herself, you know. She's quite the cook."
The waitress glanced over, but turned away a moment later. Completely unruffled. Perfect.
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on May 10, 2017 21:37:43 GMT -8
Sasha glanced down at the milk. It all seemed so harmless. It was just milk. So then, why did it feel like it was poison?
She delayed picking up the milk to drink in a show of reaching for her coin purse to pay. "What a shame, I've heard wonderful things about your cheesecake. Not to my taste, of course, but getting that recipe I've heard is like finding a horde of dragon gold," Sasha said, schmoozing just as well as the rest of them.
She put the copper on the counter and slid it over to him. "I'm actually just interested in this place, in you and your wife. Sorry, I should have mentioned -- I write travel journals, and when I heard of this place, I just had to come and see for myself. Please tell me if I'm being rude or prying too far," Sasha said, a genuine look of concern on her face as she put a hand to her chest, once more delaying having to drink the milk.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 10, 2017 21:49:15 GMT -8
At the cheesecake comment, the bartender laughed heartily.
"Finding a horde of dragon's gold might be safer, ma'am. When she's cross, my wife can definitely breath fire sometimes."
He chuckled and ducked as the waitress threw a dish towel at his head. She was the fire-breathing wife, it seemed. She seemed didn't seem overly annoyed at the comment, just more exasperated than anything. When Sasha mentioned being from a travel journal, however, the man's eyes widened.
"A travel journal! Why, ask away! You're not being too prying at all. Extra publicity is always good, we could always use some more business. A lot of people see 'milk bar' and turn away, or leave when they find out that we don't have any ale. They don't even try the cheesecake!"
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on May 10, 2017 21:59:42 GMT -8
"You wouldn't mind terribly if I were to take notes, then?" Sasha asked, playing up the role, her expression somewhat imploring of the man behind the counter, and even of his wife she was still nearby. Sasha had yet to hear her utter a word. Fire-breathing was interesting though. Literal, or figurative?
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 10, 2017 23:08:48 GMT -8
The man shook his head, chuckling.
"I don't mind at all, ma'am. Take as many notes as you need. After all, it's all in the name of more business, and I don't see any harm in it. What would you like to know?"
Despite any misgivings Sasha might have about the milk, the other patrons seemed to be drinking it without a problem. Indeed, they all seemed to enjoy the cool, wholesome beverage nearly as much as the cheesecake and pancakes. If something was wrong with it, surely someone would have noticed by now?
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on May 11, 2017 7:47:21 GMT -8
"Great," Sasha said, and took out a small notepad and pencil, licking her fingertips so she could easily flip through the pages to an unused one. She wrote MILK BAR at the top, and then looked up into the bartender's smiling face.
"First thing's first, of course, what is name of your lovely wife and yours? I assume you both are the owners and proprietors of the Milk Bar?" Sasha asked, keeping her tone light but inquisitive.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 11, 2017 9:51:34 GMT -8
The bartender nodded.
"Yes indeed. Charlotte and I own the bar. Always have, and always will. We built it about...I'd say about four or five years ago. I'm Darryl, by the way."
He held out his hand to shake.
"What was your name, ma'am?"
Charlotte didn't seem to be paying attention, and was slicing a cheesecake on the other end of the bar.
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on May 11, 2017 19:59:01 GMT -8
"Mmhm. Really? That new, and with this quick of a reputation?" Sasha asked, glancing up from where she had jot down their names and the length of time the Milk Bar had been around.
He asked for her name and she smiled easily. "Tasha," she told him, but didn't reach out to give her hand. "Did you always plan to open a milk bar?" she asked. "And where do you source your milk?"
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 12, 2017 11:03:36 GMT -8
The man held out his hand a moment longer, then pulled it back.
"The milk bar was my wife's idea. I wanted to open a tavern, but she's very against alcohol, due to family history. We came up with a compromise, and look how well it's worked out for us! As for the source of the milk...why, it comes from our cows, of course. Where else? We feed them a special diet to make sure the milk is just right. You can take a look at them later, if you'd like."
He glanced down, and noticed that her glass was still full.
"Er...would you like to try the cheesecake? Or the buttermilk pancakes? Perhaps the chocolate milk? You could write about the food and drink, you know."
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on May 13, 2017 10:45:54 GMT -8
Sasha wrote down quick notes as Darryl spoke, and then looked up when he offered to show her the dairy. "I'd enjoy that," she lied through her teeth. She was mostly interested in the special diet.
"Oh, ah..." She reached out and took up the glass, and with toasting Darryl a bit... she took a good gulp and swallowed it down. It was rich and creamy and tasted like... milk. "Mm. Delicious," Sasha said, half-meaning it. "I'm not hungry at the moment, but maybe a bit later. What did you and your wife do before opening the tavern?"
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 13, 2017 11:15:44 GMT -8
The milk would be ever-so-slightly sweeter and creamier than what Sasha was used to, undoubtedly due to the cows' special diet that Darryl was so proud of. He nodded, pleased that she seemed to enjoy the drink
"Before we opened the tavern, we were...farmers. Dairy farmers, in fact. We just sold the milk at the market, and it was by far the most popular milk in the region. We got tired of the farming business, though. It's awfully tiring, and we didn't want to deal with the constant raids from other dairy farmers trying to steal our cattle. So, we quit that business and got into tavern-keeping. It's been going quite well, if I do say so myself."
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on May 13, 2017 12:23:16 GMT -8
Her head tipped slightly to the side at the mild hesitation in Darryl's voice. Was that something to take note of? In any case, she had to bend her head and watch as she jot down a few more notes. "It has indeed," Sasha agreed with a smile, looking at Darryl once more.
"And is it just you and your wife that run this place? It's so busy all the time, surely you must have a few hands to help with the care of the cows, or your home, or this tavern?"
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 13, 2017 12:35:16 GMT -8
The man shook his head.
"We have a couple of hands helping with the cows, but they mostly deal with cleaning and milking. We feed the cows and take care of them ourselves, and we do all the cooking and tavern management as well. Can't get good help nowadays, you know. We can't really trust anyone else with our secret recipes, or our cow feed, or anything like that. When we were still in the farming business, the other farmers tried to steal our cattle all the time. Who knows what people might do to try and get their hands on some of our business? We can't have that, so the majority of the work is done by just the two of us."
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on May 13, 2017 13:07:39 GMT -8
"Soo... any chance that I'll be able to see the dairy?" Sasha asked with a clean and broad smile. She was trying to be charming, yes, but not seductive. Run-of-the-mill charm that might be forgotten by next week, that was what Sasha was shooting for. She didn't want to make any real impressions with these folks, or with anyone else. That would make her ineffective, after all.
Of course, she expected that they'd remember a person coming in and asking questions. But she was trying not to be overtly anything else. Just a girl with a couple of journalistic curiosities -- nothing more. Nothing less.
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