Hops

Montresor had barely taken a step in the bar when a short bartender bumped into him, spilling most of the tray of drinks on him. He looked down at his soaked clothes before looking at the nervous bartender. She was nearly a whole foot shorter than him. “Sorry!” She bent down and cleaned up the glasses, using a towel she had on the tray to clean the liquor that had made it to the floor. When she stood up, she took ...

There were Mochi Moon parties happening throughout Burrowgatory but none lit a candle to the exclusive party held at the VIP lounge at Wonderland Casino. Here, its proprietress Angora, brought out the most expensive bottles for her elegant patrons and friends, along with the freshest mochi that Dan made specifically for them. While not one to entertain a partying crowd, he came on the insistence of Shibani and Dove. Unable to resist their pleading doe-eyes and, ...

''-That is a bit…Too much. Oh dear, okay let's just restart..'' The gluttony bun said as she shook her head, the drink being prepared prior now completely ruined. Dr.D'amour had accepted to take a day off or two, usually being at the clinic most of the time and practically spending his life taking care of patients. Having grown increasingly bored from being in his small appartement, he had booked mixology lessons with Hops, who offered some knowledge in her Mixology 101 class...

It was an inexorable fact that given any sort of party or celebration in the Burrowgatory, Breakfast would be in attendance. The bun was drawn to the sound of music or rowdiness as if by some demonic, magnetic force, and with Breakfast these days often came her shadow, or better or worser half (depending on who you asked and at what point in the ravelry they found themselves in) Klaus.   Equally inevitable was...

“Oh, stay here I’ll be right back!” Holland sat at the bar and nervously watched Harley make her way across the room to greet a Bun she knew. He glanced around but kept his head down as he twiddled his fingers due to his anxious energy. He could handle being by himself while Harley was away for a few minutes but he much preferred her by his side. “Hi there! What can...

“And people like these?” Bex asks, holding an empty martini glass in both hands. In her pocket, Memmy peers out to watch the thrum of movement in this space behind the bar.  “Yes! You wouldn’t believe how many people order them in a day,” Hops swirls around the bar, several bottles in her arms. “It’s abso-lutel-y one of my biggest sells; everyone loves a good Keratini. It’s good, I promise.”...