part 11 of the China Pearl Inn

[cgraven]

I make my way down from my loft, a rob about my shoulders and cinched at the waist. I pour a teaming mug of coffee with a healthy splash of rum.
Good day to any who may be about and to those that hide in the shadows. Come in grab a drink we don't bite, unless you ask very nicely.

 

[JackHemingway]

Jack is enjoying a quiet drink, looking at his model train village. He has workmen clearing a path for a new railroad line in an area of the surrounding forest. It is primarily undeveloped but one-quarter and does have a working line with a supply train busily unloading supplies and taking on fresh-cut timber. The next quarter, the lumberjacks and other workers happily clear the land as animals look on.

Jack raises a glass of whiskey to their honored host. "Thanks for letting me set up the Lego trains, sir. I hope you're well."

 

[HornyIsh69]

Ish came in before his late night shift at a standard motel in town but this place? This place was heaven for him while he decided to take it easy and not get anything deemed alcoholic since he was sure his place at his gig would still have a few rooms left.

He takes a seat at the bar, looking at the barkeep. "I will need a coke for me. Easing into this before my actual gig." He said smiling at the barkeep.

 

[JackHemingway]

Jack comes in from the garden after some early prep on a lovely sunny day. It was not particularly warm but sunny, so he organized the shed and set up a tool board and workbench. Perhaps he'll put a train in the garden as well.

 

[HornyIsh69]

Ish noticed the day was indeed sunny. Perhaps he could slip some shorts on instead of pants as the weather in his neck of the woods was bipolar and changed at the drop of a hat.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

The weather can be deliberately perverse, Ish. I've been there when the day's turned warm and sunny; warm enough to doff my gloves and tuque, but at the drop of my hat, a polar vortex descended and enveloped me. That's the beauty of the China Pearl; no matter what the weather outside, it's always just right in here.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Looking like something the cat drug in, she made her way to the bar and asked for a hot cup of tea laced with honey.

"I'll be glad when this inspection is over. Gotta make sure the landlord doesn't get dinged for something I did. While I'm at it, I'm on a cleaning spree. The family is grumbling but I don't care. Let them grumble. The weather here in Minnesota can't make up its mind. So, I'm taking my tea an creeping off to a corner to write. Not sure how many posts I'll get done tonight but I'm out. Have a great evening everyone!"

 

[HornyIsh69]

Ish, lost in his own little world, sips a glass of sweet iced tea started to chuckle. Although his posts haven't been taking off as he wished they were, he couldn't really complain coming in here as it was his creature comfort away from his threads he might frequent in.

"Ah, the sound of something the cat drug in. Even if it was for a short time." He said smiling as the sound was something he was excited to hear, even if it was for a short time indeed.

 

[cgraven]

I drag myself down from my loft, The night was long as sleep seemed to escaped me despite my best efforts.

Coffee I manage to call before filling my mug.

G'day to any who may be about and to those that hide in the shadows.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Coffee? Did someone say that word aloud? From the ether, she followed her nose and should have known it was coming from the Pearl. Materializing onto a bar stool, she looked pleadingly at CG.

"Please? Coffee with cream sounds fantastic right now. Maybe with a splash of Bailey's?"

 

[HornyIsh69]

Ish heard coffee as he headed over to the bar, sitting at the end of the bar at his stool. He smiled and waited for his coffee. "Coffee. No additives, please. I need it black like my soul." He said, even though it was out of the blue for Ish to drink some black bitter coffee with no cream or sugar.

 

[cgraven]

"Please? Coffee with cream sounds fantastic right now. Maybe with a splash of Bailey's?"
"I am sure that can be arranged Cait.
Ish one coffee black and rich au natural."
I serve the coffee as Cait and Ish desire. That and I make mine Black with dark rum.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

"Perhaps two splashes, Cait?" I query as I rise from the over-sized wing chair facing the window. "I'm filling a tumbler with Glendalough Double Barrel for myself. It's a new Irish I've found. Very good. Mellow and full-bodied. A nice respite from the snow that seems to fall continuously these past two weeks."

"And hello to you, Ish. A black soul, you say? Reminds me of the Nuns in elementary school drawing a milk bottle on the blackboard to represent a soul. They'd erase a bit of the white chalk filler for each sin committed until the milk bottle soul was completely black. And then again, there's my favorite joke about Sartre: he was at a table on the Bistro's terrace when a waitress asked for his order. He requested coffee without cream. She returned much later, with a distressed look, explaining that they were out of cream and asking if he would he take it with no milk instead."

"Here's cg with your condemned soul in a cup, Ish."

 

[HornyIsh69]

Ish laughed at the diatribe but begins to sip his dark coffee before he drank it, and it did taste fine. He slips some Sweet N Low to have some small livelyness of the coffee. "This was one thing to give a lively taste." He said to himself, then listened to all the patrons here at the Inn's Tavern.

 

[HornyIsh69]

Ish comes in with, wearing a coat since it was cold where he was at. He decided to come in here for the good company, food, drink and the warmth. He started to warm up as he took a seat at the bar. He orders a coffee. This time, with milk and a splash of bourbon for the extra warmth.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

*she flopped in, her head hitting her arms on the bar top.*

I just do not have enough ears nor arms to handle things these days. I want to scream but I'll settle for a coffee laced with Bailey's or better yet, Jameson. I usually drink my Jameson straight up but I'm not that desperate yet.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

No one else was around, so Tio left his chair and prepared Cait's tonic.

"Yes, Cait, extra ears and arms can be helpful. It's interesting, though, that mythologies have given us many creatures with multiple limbs and even multiple heads, but I can't think of any that have given us a Kali with extra ears. Except maybe for that time in the Sonora when I indulged in a bit of peyote and the rock I wanted to talk to sprouted a halo of ears. I'll leave the Jameson out incase you get desperate. In the meantime, give yourself a breather from the voices and the tasks."

 

[HornyIsh69]

Ish came in, strolling while he took his seat near the bar. Perhaps a bit strenuous of the day, but it was the middle of the week, rolling down like how a rollercoaster does when riding with g-force mixed with intensity, followed by a final relaxed run near the end. He takes a look at the menu, wondering what he wanted to eat, drink and be merry with.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Tio asks Ish what he wants.

"I'm the chief cook and bottle pourer today, Ish," he announces.

Tio hopes some of Ish's merriment will rub off on Cait.

 

[HornyIsh69]

"Double Bacon Cowboy Cheeseburger please. Cowboy sauce on the burger and some on the side for my fries as well. Patties, medium well. With a glass of Coke and Rum as well." Ish said, smiling and feeling really merry.

Perhaps his merriment would rub off on a few people here. "That's what I'm in the mood for."

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Tio laughed a little.

"Down east, Ish, when I was a kid, we called loose cow patties Cowboy sauce."

Tio whistles "Home on the Range" as he gets Ish his order.

"So, then, Ish, tell us a few good stories. Cait's ears could use some pleasant words."

 

[Tio_Narratore]

"Snow again. Only about 3 inches, though. It should melt by tomorrow. At least we didn't get our traditional St. Paddy's Day blizzard."

He pours himself a tumbler of Redbreast and takes his seat in the wingchair by the window.

"Time to catch up on my writing."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She walked in, using the conventional door this time. Behind her, the wind whipped around her as she came through the door's portal and then pushed the door closed behind her.

"Crazy. Just simply crazy," she muttered lowly and to herself, shaking out of her coat and hanging it.

"It's warm. It's cold. Then it's going to hit 82 degrees F. this week. I don't know if I should start putting away some of my winter clothes or not."

Walking behind the bar, she poured herself a cup of hot coffee and adding some creamer.

"Anyone seen JH lately? I'm not sure how long CG is going to be out for and this place always needs upkeep done. JH has been handling stuff around here for him."

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Tio rises from his concealed place in the wing chair.

"No, I haven't. Why don't you and I take care of the upkeep. I've been finding it a bit difficult to concentrate on writing anyway."

He heads behind the counter for some cleaning equipment.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Tio rises from his concealed place in the wing chair.

"No, I haven't. Why don't you and I take care of the upkeep. I've been finding it a bit difficult to concentrate on writing anyway."

He heads behind the counter for some cleaning equipment.

"Sounds like a plan, Tio," she finished off her coffee and went to put her mug in the sink, "Is there anything I can do to help you? With our story, that is? Would it help if I added or changed anything?"