Location post:; club Staggering Ox
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Location: L7, club Staggering Ox
Time: Day 1, October 5th, 9 pm-->
Summary: The 'victory' party of the grumpy losers in a less fancy location. There will be quite a bit of cheap booze, however, and most probably a fight to end the evening with a bang!
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The wide banner in the colors of the Tigers has been hastily pulled down from above the double doors leading to a club called Staggering Ox. Two large men at both sides of the entrance look even more grim than usual, conversing more with their earpieces than the customers sliding into the 'victory party', which has been changed to a marathon of brooding by the most enthusiastic fans of the losing team. Only the ones dragged in by the promise of free beer can't help but smile at the sight of cans piled on top of each other on the side tables.
Staggering Ox is not huge club, in fact, it's on the smaller side, and possibly a bit more fancy than the guys who have dragged themselves in tonight. A large screen at the right end wall streams old sport videos for the occasion, probably from times before the war, the quality of the video slightly grainy, the English the announcers use sounding just a tad bit old fashioned. The inferior design is mostly made of darkened chrome and black fake leather, but the music is pleasant, mostly pre-war classics, and non-mainstream bands.
Your bartender tonight is a small man, with short beard and a glaringly old artificial eye. The left side of his face twitches almost rhythmically when he smiles, probably a nerve damage granted by the wound that has left an ugly scar on his left cheek. He speaks without a pause, and his mouth fires off new topics to new customers quicker than a semi-automatic riffle in the hands of a cyberboosted soldier. He commands a small army of mostly young staff, probably all underpaid for the shitty job they're facing.
Location: L7, club Staggering Ox
Time: Day 1, October 5th, 9 pm-->
Summary: The 'victory' party of the grumpy losers in a less fancy location. There will be quite a bit of cheap booze, however, and most probably a fight to end the evening with a bang!
Notes: Post your own threads, or join pre-existing ones. Remember to title the thread with some sort of idea of location and time frame.
The wide banner in the colors of the Tigers has been hastily pulled down from above the double doors leading to a club called Staggering Ox. Two large men at both sides of the entrance look even more grim than usual, conversing more with their earpieces than the customers sliding into the 'victory party', which has been changed to a marathon of brooding by the most enthusiastic fans of the losing team. Only the ones dragged in by the promise of free beer can't help but smile at the sight of cans piled on top of each other on the side tables.
Staggering Ox is not huge club, in fact, it's on the smaller side, and possibly a bit more fancy than the guys who have dragged themselves in tonight. A large screen at the right end wall streams old sport videos for the occasion, probably from times before the war, the quality of the video slightly grainy, the English the announcers use sounding just a tad bit old fashioned. The inferior design is mostly made of darkened chrome and black fake leather, but the music is pleasant, mostly pre-war classics, and non-mainstream bands.
Your bartender tonight is a small man, with short beard and a glaringly old artificial eye. The left side of his face twitches almost rhythmically when he smiles, probably a nerve damage granted by the wound that has left an ugly scar on his left cheek. He speaks without a pause, and his mouth fires off new topics to new customers quicker than a semi-automatic riffle in the hands of a cyberboosted soldier. He commands a small army of mostly young staff, probably all underpaid for the shitty job they're facing.