Hops

The Rabbit Hole was buzzing with energy that night. Billie leaned against the bar, observing the patrons as they laughed, drank, and gambled, seemingly without a care in the world. She felt a sense of familiar detachment, until her gaze landed on the bright, messy figure of Hops as she clattered around behind the counter. “Alright, alright!” Hops said, waving Billie over with a wide grin and a slight wobble in her...

"The fuck you mean by 'Angora's ordered two pallets consisting of white wine', Basilio?!" Casque snapped, pure disbelief evident on his face as he stared at the pricky Pride bun scowling while standing on top of the counter; a clipboard in his hooves. "Exactly what I meant, Mr. Brandy" He snipped back and Casque's cheeks reddened in embarrassment."It is for the The Rabbit Hole. Apparently Angora is scouring around for high quality alcohol and it's our turn. Why she did not also o...

Sol had always admired Hops’s quick, smooth, and efficient work whenever she visited The Rabbit Hole. Truthfully, she wasn’t a frequent drinker, but she did enjoy watching Hops work. Her movements were so fluid and graceful like each bottle and glass were merely an extension of Hops herself. Truthful, Sol just wanted to learn the art behind drink making not necessarily the drink recipes themselves but the extra knowledge was still welcomed....

There were two wine glasses on the bar; both empty. Hops looked at Ezra excitedly and put her hands on the surface, pulling a face as she came very close to knocking a glass over. “Soooo~ I was thinking about teaching you how to make Sinnamon Whiskey, but I realised just before you arrived- I’ve run out of cinnamon and stock doesn’t come in until later. Last minute changes, it’ll be Iris Coffee!” Hops paused...