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Jorogumo-Hanayome | indie Blood Moon Elise roleplay blog | Tracking the tag: #jorogumo-hanayome [☠] > : Occasional NSFW: Blood,Gore,Violence,Smut [❤] > : Singleship. [❤] > : Singleverse. [❤] > : OC friendly. [❤] > : Loves character develompent. [✪] > : 7 years of experience, 2 of them on tumblr. [☯] > : Asian mun, has great knowledge of Japanese folklore. [☯] > : Will occasionally throw in some Japanese.
"Why are you always like this..."
"Come, Sit, DRINK !"
"Alright,” the explorer lets out a little cheer. “What’ve you got?”
"Mmm," Ezreal responds, placing a leather-clad elbow on the table and resting his chin between thumb and forefinger. "Nice variety," he continues after a pause, "though I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Can I just say… mix me something with a lot of flavour and a lot of burn? I trust your expertise, ‘n I’m not all that picky."
The heels of his leather boots tap absently against his chair. “Got anything to eat here? I’m doing a bit of an excavation nearby, ‘n it’d be helpful to have a place I can grab something to eat at too.”
"Why yes, we do serve food as well. Daily specials N' all. Today's special is blueberry pancakes ! " Gragas responded as he was mixing up a drink in a tall glass adding a little slice of lemon to the edge as he slid over the purple colored drink over to the explorer. "Here you go, this'll bite your tongue really good hehehe." Fingers wrapped around the handle of a tankard as he filled it with graggy for himself to drink down. "So whatch'a excavating ?"
"Ah why hello there lil missus' you want some fruit juice ? What can Grag' get cha ?"
" I wants a fruity juice!! Do you have grape? I like grape!" The child bounces in excitement.
Esmirie squeals in delight and takes the grape juice. She begins bouncing in her seat at the kids table. Upon seeing the cookies, her aura flares brightly as her excitement grew ” I LIKE COOKIES!! THANK YOU MISTER!— Oh! Whatchur name?! M’names esmirie!!”
"Esmirie ? " He mumbled it softly to make sure he got it right before speaking it louder. "Nice to meet ya' Names' Gragas. Or you can call me Graggy or grag or.. well whatever you prefer lil' one. " The large man leaned against the bar staring at the spectral girl. Well this was the second time this week some undead like child came in..... Oh well, it mattered not to him.
"There is something wrong about you... I can- OH WAIT I SEE WHAT'S WRONG !" The burly man held out a tankard filled with graggy ice. "You're not sharing a drink with me !"
"…"
Felix detested this brand of alcohol. He considered himself a connoisseur and this could have been considered an insult if the offer was made by anyone who knew.
But still, a drink was a drink.
"Why, I get what you mean! Hah, thank you!"
Putting on a smile that was more like a cringe than a grin, he took the tankard and dipped his head to the other man. There probably wouldn’t be much to be gained from this, but perhaps a little bit of relaxation wouldn’t kill anyone.
"…Vodka. I don’t usually drink in public, however. Today can be an exception, I suppose."
The tankard was placed upon the bar; Felix drew back his hands and ran them through his hair. This was, perhaps, one of the few, more reputable bars the Soulstealer had found, and as such Felix had dared to venture out to scope the place down.
He wasn’t sure yet if that was a mistake or not. Looking up, he smiled. Hopefully not.
"Rightly so, whether in moderation or excess, weak or strong. I have to say I’m really not a beer man, though I will share one with the boys if the opportunity presents itself."
"I understand, you gotta drink what ya gotta drink ! Not everyone enjoys everything like m'self. " The burly man searched around the bar for the proper bottle pulling it out as he reached for a other tankard and slowly filled it adding a few cubes of ice before putting it down before his customer and took the other tankard away from him guzzeling it down. He couldn't let it go to waste after all ! "There you go, something more suiting to your tastes. Enjoy my friend !" His fingers scratched at the shaking belly as he smiled at him. "So tell me, where ya from.. Haven't seen you around these parts before."
"You can’t fight me, you’re miniature.."
"You’d be surprised what a touch of speed and a spark of skill can do…" He seems all too eager to show off whatever plan he has in mind.
"Really' Well then lil' fella' Let's get this party started !" Large hands gripped the cask as he opened it up for him to guzzle down with a loud burp signalling that he was done drinking from it as he spun the barrel around his finger.
"A wandering man needs a tall glass, Sit and enjoy a fine beer !"
To be honest, I’m more of a rice-wine type of "wanderer"…but I cannot deny good booze! Specially from the renowned Gragas! - Yasuo yaps, as he pats Gragas on his shoulder on an almost familiar way - Man, I’ve heard so much about you…they say you have the finest alcohol on all of Runeterra, that champions flock to your brewery before and after every battle to get some fine refreshments, that you have no competition at all. Almost as if you had a magic touch on your distillation.
I’d be more’n happy to share a couple drinks with you!
-Yasuo casually sat down with a smile, the weight of his burdens heavier than the Unforgiven himself. He inspected the bottles of booze before him like a kid in a candy store, eyes wide open. Most of them didn’t have much room for description, only clever names and main material used for the spirits that Gragas himself had picked, things he have never either heard nor partaken of in his life. Anticipation drying his lips, he reached for a random bottle of what looked to be the closest simile to sake and poured himself some, with apologies beforehand (it was rude to serve oneself without serving the other, even if you were the guest)-
Oh man, I simply cannot pick one…! I know mixing drinks is bad, but I just want to taste everything!
-He awkwardly grabbed the tankard by its body, not used to recipients with handles, and started chugging down the alcohol. A strong alcoholic flavour, followed by an incredibly refreshing, reinvigorating feeling invaded his throat as it poured down, the spirits feeling cold on his tongue even if its bottle was not refrigerated by any means. It could only be by Gragas’ magic that drink kept itself cold even being displayed on a shelf at room temperature. “The man truly lived to his reputation!” thought Yasuo for himself before laying down his empty tankard, letting a happy sound of refreshment in the air-
AHH! Man this is good! I know magic is commonplace in this world but this, my friend…THIS is beyond magical!
Gragas didn't hear the first remark Yasuo made as the tankard touched his lips and he chugged it down within a second. But it never stopped there, he could never stop drinking. The tankard was soon re-filled and he got from his chair to grab another one filling that one with the same drink as he put both to his lips and didn't even spill a drop. He chugged it down with ease as he put them down with a loud burp following as he patted his big stomach in response. "Magical ? This isn't magic my friend." The burly man leaned forward tapping the table inbetween them. "This is GODLY ! These drinks all of them. I have gathered from far and wide are amazing. They are perfect examples of why we should not be fighting but DRINKING !" His laughter filled the backroom as he took a bottle of rum and poured it in the tankards yet again and both of them went up and down again. "These drinks are the reason we are here. I believe that there is truth in the bottom of a drink." The burly man wagged his finger at the bottles shoving the tankards aside as he leaned back pondering on what next drink to get as he stared at them.
"Ah why hello there lil missus' you want some fruit juice ? What can Grag' get cha ?"
" I wants a fruity juice!! Do you have grape? I like grape!" The child bounces in excitement.
"Grape juice for the missus !" Gragas guided the child to the childrens table in the back of the room as he tapped it. "For you alone ! " He waddled off to get the glass of Grape juice and put it down with a platter of cookies. "For you !"
"There is something wrong about you... I can- OH WAIT I SEE WHAT'S WRONG !" The burly man held out a tankard filled with graggy ice. "You're not sharing a drink with me !"
"…"
Felix detested this brand of alcohol. He considered himself a connoisseur and this could have been considered an insult if the offer was made by anyone who knew.
But still, a drink was a drink.
"Why, I get what you mean! Hah, thank you!"
Putting on a smile that was more like a cringe than a grin, he took the tankard and dipped his head to the other man. There probably wouldn’t be much to be gained from this, but perhaps a little bit of relaxation wouldn’t kill anyone.
"You seem tense, perhaps not your taste ?" Gragas frowned lightly as he stared at the man before him, fingers combing through his beard. "Not a beer person? Or don't you drink at all? I have other drinks as well if this isn't to your taste !" The burly man took his own tankard to chug down. "Perhaps you want some wine ? Rum ? Whiskey ? Tea ? Coffee ! You name it and I'll get it to you." "Everyone has to enjoy their drinks." He put the tankard to the keg and filled it again before downing it a second time, a loud burp afterwards.
"Imagine if you had a real drink son, put that water down! Drink some graggy ice !"
Jax laughed. “Gragas, you know I only drink your brew. How have you been?” he asked, smiling at the man.
"Come now Come now, you should drink more than just my brew. Not that we can disagree that my brew is the best ofcourse !" The burly man gave him a nudge with a big wink as he waddled off to get tankards to fill up. "Sit and speak with me ! I've been great as of late what about you ?"
[ ☾ ]— “GRAGAS! You take those off your wall as soon as possible! And I will be calling no such fish to help put you out! Burn! ”
"Love is a cruel thing." The burly man mumbled as he gave a nod. "Very well my little angel muffin, I will remove it as soon as I get back."
[ ☾ ]— “W-Why would you hang those on the wall! You are going to ruin me!”
"Ruin what, it's not like you had any image to keep high anyways." The fat man licked the tip of his index finger and pressed it to his stomach, making a hissing noise. "Somebody call Nami , cause this guy is on fire !"
"A wandering man needs a tall glass, Sit and enjoy a fine beer !"
To be honest, I’m more of a rice-wine type of "wanderer"…but I cannot deny good booze! Specially from the renowned Gragas! - Yasuo yaps, as he pats Gragas on his shoulder on an almost familiar way - Man, I’ve heard so much about you…they say you have the finest alcohol on all of Runeterra, that champions flock to your brewery before and after every battle to get some fine refreshments, that you have no competition at all. Almost as if you had a magic touch on your distillation.
I’d be more’n happy to share a couple drinks with you!
- Yasuo let out a heartily laugh at that pun. It was a long time since he last felt at ease around anyone, and Gragas sure had not only a sense of humour, but something that calmed people and focus on nothing but drinking. Whether it was his business expertise or just a welcoming soul, didn’t matter-
Now you’re talking my language! And I don’t mean ionian dialect! I could use some refreshment after many a tiresome battle on the fields…lead the way, my fellow drunkard!
"You're language, not Ionian !" The burly man roared loudly with laughter again, his stomach shaking as he shook his head and slapped his knee in amusement. "That's a good one that is!" Gragas led Yasuo forward as he pushed open some doors and fumbeld with his keys before finally reaching the little back room. "Sit sit !" He beckoned to the fine leather chairs as he reached for some tankards and a multitude of bottles of all kinds of brands and uncorked a few , putting them down next to the table as he sat down in the largest chair that made a objecting noise when he sat down. "Now then, here are the rules. Just pick whatever you want and keep it flowing, FLOW THAT GOLDEN NECTAR YOU HEAR ME !" Gragas laughed as he greedily filled his tankard.
Draven breathed a laugh, coming to lean back in his seat at the other man’s encouragement. His drink would stay cradled in one hand, and he’d sip from it here and there. Even though he knew the alcohol wouldn’t get to his brain until some time later, just being able to relax and drink helped him unwind already. “How’re you so damn cheery, huh? Is it really all the alcohol?”
"Because I don't have a care in the world. War ? Not for me. I just stick to my drinks. Love ? The only love I have is for brewing and enjoying fine things in life. Anger ? What for, we only have so limited time here to enjoy the finer things like food and drink and being together." Gragas put the tankard down as he reached for a bottle of rum and uncorked it, filling his tankard to the top before putting the bottle away. "I don't know when I'm gonna die. So might as well CHUG SOME MORE ! HERE HERE!" The burly man shouted as the tavern responded with cheers as he emptied the drink down his throat.
"A wandering man needs a tall glass, Sit and enjoy a fine beer !"
To be honest, I’m more of a rice-wine type of "wanderer"…but I cannot deny good booze! Specially from the renowned Gragas! - Yasuo yaps, as he pats Gragas on his shoulder on an almost familiar way - Man, I’ve heard so much about you…they say you have the finest alcohol on all of Runeterra, that champions flock to your brewery before and after every battle to get some fine refreshments, that you have no competition at all. Almost as if you had a magic touch on your distillation.
I’d be more’n happy to share a couple drinks with you!
"You flatter this drunk !" Gragas waved his hand faking a blushing look as he wrapped his arm around Yasuo his shoulder, enjoying the closeness the other was showing off, making it clear he was comfortable. "That's the spirit though ! And not just any spirit but my spirits ! GET IT ?! " The burly man laughed loudly, his stomach shaking as he did so before calming down with a pat on his belly. "Right then, all drinks are on me then ! COME COME !" He released Yasuo as he made his way forward , lifting his keg up to take it along. "We shall enjoy only the finest and coldest drinks !"
Catching the handle of the vessel, Jesse took a sip as Gragas asked his question.
"You wouldn’ be wrong. I go by ‘Jesse.’ An’ I can assume you’re Gragas, yeah? Heard of you b’fore. You love booze like I love music. Always cool when someone has a passion like that."
"That's me, the fat man himself. Graggy." Gragas gave a firm nod of the head as he took a tankard to clean as he listened to her. "Well then Jesse, you N' I are gonna get along just fine ! Because you love music and I enjoy music allot ! So you a muscisian yourself or ?"
"I will serve you your drinks, at the tables outside.. the guests don't want your stench ruining the food and drink. SO please."
"I’ll do what I WANT, Gragas-” Twitch slurred, beating the counter top with his fist, ending up making as much sound as a wet fish would’ve, with way more pain and agony for his poor hand. Hissing and swearing, the rat would retract his hand, before glaring up at the Rabble Rouser. “WHAT’RE YA STARING AT. WHERE’S M’DRINK.”
"YEea…… that’s the way…" Twitch picked up the mug, drinking deeply from it, before setting it back down with a sigh. "Ah…that’s th’ shuff - why didn’t I think of this b’fore…"
Before the rat could even finish drinking the alcohol, he would up and pass out on the table.
Gragas stared at the rat sighing as he took the tankard with him waddling back inside again muttering to himself. "freaking lightweights. Always a big mouth and can't even handle the weak drinks.."
