Cocktails and Challenges

[RedShinigami]

Location: The Wolf and the Bunny, English Pub
08:00 pm

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George Fortunato, the carefree, womanizing or rather ex-womanizing barkeeper and co-owner of the famous Wolf and the Bunny English Pub stood behind the counter and cleaned glasses, took orders to the kitchen and gave out fresh pints and whiskeys to his costumers as he resumed the last few months in his head.

George never would have thought he would ever enter a ring to actually fight, he always had been the type of guy who settled things with his brains and wits and stayed out of physical brutalities. But when got together with the love of his life, Chelsea Forster, a wild and rebellious liverpudlian girl, becoming her manager and taking a big hit for her in a feud settling match against her rival turned friend Finella Edelstein, he decided that he not just wanted to be strong in mind but in body too. And over the course of Harmonia, Molly, Chelsea, Ryan and William puttin him through rigorous training, the thin and lanky man had become quite the opposite.

George seemed to have the right genes to put on muscle and with the proper training and diet he became more then he would ever have thought could be. He was not in shape like a professional bodybuilder but he definetly looked the wrestlerparty sporting a buffer appearance that had even forced him to buy new clothes, and as most of his suits were tailored, it was a blessing that George was'nt short on money.

Chelsea had moved into the pub with him, sharing it between them 50/50, they lived upstairs in a cozy, english styled flat right over their beloved pub and they even had gotten their first child in an adorable little pup called Anfield who now had grown into a prous british Bulldog. He was the mascot of the pub and wandered from table to table, getting a snack here and a treat there which already made the compact dog look even rounder then he already was.

He moved over to his daddy with a little grunt and George smiled. "Oi, Anfield. Ha' enuff faw taday?", he grinned and petted his beloved boy, kneeling down. When he got up he suddenly was faced by a man or... A woman...standing at the counter.
"Welcome 'o 'he wolf an' 'he bunny! do you wan' a sea' by 'he coun'er? wha' can i ge' you? by 'he way, my name is Geawge an' you will be served by 'he guv 'oday, seems i's your lucky day, 'uh? 'mmm, you seem like a whiskey guy am i righ'?", he said and gave his new mysterious customer a charming smile.

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[Aeri]

The mysterious stranger hadn’t come alone. Instead, he had brought with himself a tracking trail of water dripping from his clothing. Remus had been outside, taking a walk to clear his mind of any anxiety from wrestling in a federation such as LAW. However he had wandered for more than an hour, and had gotten caught up in a freak downpour. Covering his head, Remus had been looking for a place to rest his weary body.. and found a.. bar.

He disliked bars. Rowdy places, with drunks and men without class littering the tables. But bars were also warm, and he was feeling a chill. Having opened up the door, he’d walk in through the midst of the bar, standing at the counter, only to be greeted by a man with an accent. A british one. In Japan of all things. Well he supposed he had seen weirder things, he was here from Romania. The dark haired man nodded gratefully at the offer for a seat, taking it and removing his sodden jacket.

“Do you.. by any chance have a place for me to put this thing that won’t be ruined by the water? If not, that’s fine as well.”

He’d rub his cold shoulders through his fully sleeved shirt, still difficult to tell the person’s gender.. cause they could just be flat, shaking his long locks, usually curly but rather drenched.

“Hello George. Sorry about the water, my good man. I’m Remus Arctus Blacke, pleased to make your acquaintance.”

He spoke formally, a pleasant voice. But his petite features turned up in disgust, shaking his head lightly.

“Whiskey..? I’d rather not have that filth.. I don’t drink alcohol at all. A warm towel would be much more appreciated.”

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[RedShinigami]

George raised his eyebrow and when the stranger finally spoke he nodded. The Cockney flame cleared his throat before starting to speak romanian. Not that good but enough to make a little conversation. He was a but rusty and some words surely were pronounced wrong and in the wrong place but the charming pub owner would be damned if he did'nt try.

"Nice to meet your accaintence then Mr. Blacke or as we are on friendly terms, Remus? Oh sure, sure give me that.",he said in a friendly tone and took the dripping coat from his new interesting guest. He seemed to be a lover of fine clothing too and everything about him screamed upper class.

George put the coat next to the open fireplace and then walked back to Remus.
"Oh really? A shame, how about some Earl Grey and biscuits then. Or do you want to eat dinner? I can get you the menu.", he smiled and put the cettle on the stove. Of course George had a waterheater but in some cases he was very traditional, with his tea and his pasta. He was both a proud brit AND italian after all.

Then he took a seat on the stool behind the counter and took a bottle of scotch.
"Hope you don't mind then if I take a drink while we talk.", he smiled and then raised his glass before Remus pretty face. "Cheers, to new friendships. What brings you here anyway if I may ask?", George said as he downed the whiskes with one swift move.

"Aaah, nothin better on a rainy day, right Anfield?", he asked his lapdog who had put his paws on Georges thigh and whimpered.
"Yes, yes, mommy is back soon...",he said with a smile and took a little boneshaped snack to feed his poor starving boy.

[Aeri]

Remus’s head cocked a little, suddenly more interesting in the man with a painted face. A little smile crept across his face as he heard the familiar language of his homeland, glad to not be the only speaker of it. He replied in such, nodding at George.

“You can call me Remus if you want. I’m not too chafed about it.”

He’d tilt his head, looking at the fireplace. Pretty interesting that George had one, but he wouldn’t deny its usefulness.

When dinner was mentioned.. he’d flip his phone out, which was dryer than one would expect. Checking the time, he’d groan.

“Eight.. and I stepped out at five thirty.. I’ve been wandering for two and a half hours? Disgraceful.. but yes, show me the menu if you would.”

He didn’t mind, waving his hand as if to give George permission to drink, although he did look distasteful when George downed it.

“Thought bartenders weren’t supposed to drink on the job, eh? And as of what brings me here, the storm hit me like a truck and this was the first place I found that looked warm.

As of what I was doing out and lost in the streets of Japan.. ah, just trying to clear my head after recently entering a new sporting facility here. Perhaps you’ve heard of it. It’s known as.. LAW.”

He’d lean over and lightly smile at the dog, amusedly noticing that it was quite built.

“He seems quite the fine gentleman.. and speaking of such..

Why is your face painted, may I ask?”

[RedShinigami]

The Cockney Flame smiled and when the teacattle startes to acream, accompabied by a howl of his lapdog, George put the cattle off the stove and poured the waiting Romanian a tea.
"There, this will get you warm in no time, my friend.", he said and took a seat, taking Anfield and sitting the Bulldog on his lap before putting milk and sugar next to Remus cup.

When his goodlooking customer mentioned LAW, George smile grew wider. "No way, my girlfriend and I work for LAW, she started as one half of the British Bunnies with her sister, but now as Molly is with" The Superstars, my darling and I are a new team called: "Mad Tea Party". We will have our debut soon. As for me, I am also waiting for a singles debut. So, how long do you wrestle? ", the pubowner eagerly asked while petting his dog.

When hearing the question about his face he laughed. " Girls have their lipstick... I have this. You like it? ", he grinned and gave Remus a playful wink." By the way, anything on the menu you like, I really suggest the Sheperds Pie, my personal recipe.", he said and Anfield barked as if to confirm his master." Hehe, good lad, Anfield! "

[Aeri]

He’d take the tea and take a sip, feeling warmed by it. It helped him a lot against the cold, as Remus simply pondered on Georges words.

It was a small world, finding out that he wrestled in the same federation Remus did in.

“I see. British Bunnies.. I’m unfamiliar with them, or the Superstars. Nor do I know of the Mad Tea Party.. but.. I should probably look into them, huh..?”

He’d laugh lightly, before shaking his head.

“I’ve wrestled for.. about a year now. You?”

He’d shrug a little, Remus peering closer at George.

“I can say at least, it lets you stand out in a crowd. Nothing i’d wear, but I do not.. dislike it.”

Shepherds pie.. Remus scratched his chin, nodding at George.

“Sure. I’ll have that.

You were looking for a singles debut, is that right?”

[RedShinigami]

The Cockney Flame listened to his new friend. Pretty stuck up but not in a bad way. George knew to part bad and good people from each other and Remus definetly was the latter. He scratched Anfields head as he listened to every word coming out of this pretty mouth.
"You better should...my girlfriend, the lady of the pub, is something of a local celebrity!", he said, pointing to the picture of Finella and Chelsea armwrestling in the middle of the pub.

When he got a rather...intresting compliment to his dressing style he shook his head." Oh Remus, Remus. There I thought a well dressed man like you would understand pure class!"

George smiled and put Anfield down again. "Sheperds pie comin right up. And as you are such a charming guest, I will make it myself.", he said and went to the kitchen. They both could talk to each other through the window tough and as George began to get the meat and spices he nodded.

"Small world indeed, lad. And yes actually I look for a debut. Why do you ask?", he said with a grin while Anfield scratched at the kitchendoor, drooling.
Then his smile turned a bit brighter. "Want to fight me, love?", he grinned.

[Aeri]

“Oh, a fine lady you have there then. Unfortunately, I’m still single. Although admittedly, it’s not like I have been looking for love in any real capacity.”

He’d raise an eyebrow when George mentioned understanding class, and seemed rather unimpressed at it. He’d place his palm against his cheek, amusedly looking up at him.

“I do understand class, George. And..”

He heard an offer to fight him. He’d shake his head a bit, before standing up straight and looking at George. The bartender was heavier and stronger, but.. that had never deterred him much. Remus propped his head back against a chair, lightly smiling at him.

“If you think you can handle me, you are more than welcome to try your hand.”