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iloveyouDIE rolled 1 100-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2017 11:46 am
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The Boar was a staple of the neighborhood (and known for it's giant wooden boar head sign). The owner, Borr, had been a roving biker before he found the perfect building and, with his partner, decided to settle in and open a location to both brew and sell his own beers. The addition of a new cook to draw in the hipster crowd made the place a pretty solid hangout.
And it was animal friendly. Borr's cat Bear lived in the bar and was beloved by all (except people who hated cats I guess).
It was spacious and clean at the insistence of the owner, employing almost everyone looking to make a buck at one time or other. The menu was simple, yet sophisticated (because hipsters) and you'd be challenged to find a better drink menu anywhere else around. The decor was a mix of norse mythology and americana, much like it's owner, and Borr himself was a staple behind the bar.
In fact you weren't often going to find another bartender at all. It was a bit of a joke that he never left and simply slept on a pallet in the back.
Today was no different than any other, smells of french fries and burgers filled the place. Bear the cat sat at the end of the bar by two old men who never seemed to leave and Dane, Borr's nephew, was poking at the jukebox trying to put on anything but Bruce Springsteen.
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and be blue rolled 1 100-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2017 8:52 pm
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Freshman year of high school had proven more difficult that Ollie would ever like to admit. The things he had breezed through (or ignored) in middle school now became impossibly difficult. Sitting still for even one hour-long lesson -- let alone a good seven or eight of them -- made his skin itch and his shoulders ache, and the prying eyes and faint jibes of other students meant that he'd been in more than one fight this spring, had come home with a split lip and a determined expression more than once.
Now it was the summer, though, which meant freedom from the confines of classrooms for at least a short while. Now he'd escaped to a world of tromping through the woods, of dips in ponds, of lounging by the card store in the late afternoon. And, for the responsible, a world of summer jobs spent in the oaky kitchen of the Boar, determinedly scrubbing his way through a pile of dishes.
Today, though, things were still quiet enough that he settled at the end of the bar instead, in his apron with his hair pulled back but mussed, squinting while he watched Borr work.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2017 7:00 pm
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A phone precariously balanced between shoulder and ear, and a toddler resting on her opposite hip, Nena pushed her way into the bar with the confident ease of a single mother that had been a champion at multitasking for the better part of fifteen years now. There wasn't even the faintest break in stride as she readjusted, hoisting Valley up a little higher, and continued on with her conversation seamlessly.
"I already told you, I can't come in tonight. You'll just have to make due without me." A slight pause. "You'll be fine on your own. Yes, I know so." She sounded faintly exasperated, though her expression warmed immediately upon spotting her son at the end of the counter. "Look, I've gotta go. Call if you need anything, but you better not need anything." And with that the phone stowed away and the petite woman was making her way over to an equally small young man. Her now free hand came up to cup the side of his head as she neared him so she could prevent him from leaning away as she rose up on tip toe to kiss his cheek.
"I'm shocked Borr doesn't have you in the back scrubbing walls with how slow it looks in here." Valley was leaning in her arms, reaching eagerly for her older brother.
"Is Kith here yet?" She didn't see her, but that didn't mean the taller woman wasn't in the bathroom.
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