Hops

“Oh.” The word hung heavy in the air as the sudden downpour trapped him in, splashing his hooves slightly from puddles. The awning above his head helped keep his head and torso out of the rain, but the high winds had other plans for the rest of his body. Of course this was the night he decided to stay out late, to try to stay till closing. The bar was loud and the music was blasting the entire time, so he hadn’t...

“Oh.” The word hung heavy in the air as the sudden downpour trapped him in, splashing his hooves slightly from puddles. The awning above his head helped keep his head and torso out of the rain, but the high winds had other plans for the rest of his body. Of course this was the night he decided to stay out late, to try to stay till closing. The bar was loud and the music was blasting the entire time, so he hadn’t...

Tomoki will do many things to get a social life and for writing purposes. If it means some more uncomfortable situations then so be it. It’s how he finds himself in The Rabbit Hole, this time, not to learn how to make drinks but to serve others instead. It’s good socialization for someone like him.  Or that’s the excuse he’s sticking with.  What he wasn’t in for...

Chester works as a Croupier in Wonderland Casino. This night was especially crowded though and everyone had their hands full to serve every customer. Chester was working at the Blackjack tables but it was his turn for a small break. When he went to drink something, Angora approached him. “Chester Darling~” she purred and Chester instinctively tensed up. He wasn’t scared of Angora but had a lot of respect for her. “Yes Ma’am?” he asked politely. “Hops has a little trouble with al...

He goes to the Rabbit Hole one night during closing for learning purposes. Tomoki’s excuse is that he would like to know how to make a drink in case he writes a character that’s a bartender. The actual reason is far more understandable than a writer’s curiosity.  Rather, he wants to know how to make some of the recipes so he can have something to drink when he can’t sleep. It’s not something he would ever a...

The bar that Morgaine worked at was nice. Quiet for the most part, with only the occasional rowdy bunch that turned up. It was a restaurant as much as a bar, rather than a club or your typical watering hole for those only looking to get drunk as fast as possible. A classy place, you know? He’d appreciated the homey, almost intimate atmosphere of it ever since he started working there. The Rabbit Hole was the opposit...

“Hops?” Genevieve peaked into the bar, lightly knocking at the wooden door frame. During the off hours this place was quite cozy, soft multi-colored lights scattered around, good jazzy music playing from the overhead speakers luring Genevieve in further.  Hops’ practically sprang up from behind the bar as she was busy organizing bottles. “We are clos-- Oh Genevieve! It’s been too long!” Hops toned changed...

“Usually I am more accustomed to wine…” “Wine is great too! Nothing beats the classics, especially a nice Pinot Noir, or a whole bottle of Moscato…” Salvatore watched as Hops was practically drooling from where she stood behind the bar, the counter barely disguising a half-empty glass of something that the bun was sipping on out of sight of the watchful gaze of Angora.  ...