Hops

“Hail to thee, Damsel Hops! It is I, Calcifer Ichabod VII, the—”“Sorry! Sorry Lord Calcifer, not now! I’m — AAAH!” The perilous tower of glass and alcohol oh-so-carefully balanced atop Hops’ mighty stainless-steel steed (or serving tray, if thou dost wish to be so boorish wit...

“So, how have things been with you and Velveteen?” Jackal asked, gently nudging Fatima, causing the poor girl to blush profusely. “It’s been going very well. Far better than I would’ve imagined honestly. I’m pretty happy with our arrangement.” “Murmur, I still can’t believ...

It was a late night for Hops at the Rabbit Hole. Customers just wouldn’t stop coming, nor would they stop drinking. The tips were okay, and things were going as usual for a busy evening. However, a tap on the booth caught her attention, before she saw a hand waving out towards her, gesturing for her to come closer. “Hey, you’re Hops, right?” the woman asked. “Yup,...

Hutch,a cute little fella who loves imps, good at educating buns into taking care of their new pets and a sweet and caring owner for their own, for the first time tried to venture in something new and exciting: drinks! who would have though Hutch, a bun with a 1 alcohol tolerance, had something for drinks?, the oportunity presented itself as bartending lessons offered by no other but Hops herself, another surprice! even if they are quite quiet and awkward around people, seeing how Hops gets a...