Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Harper was looking forward to being out tonight. She wasn’t working, but she still would be at work. It was a shame that she couldn’t exactly escape it, but it was hard to avoid when they had some of the best parties out there. Plus, Harper was meeting her friends there. They hadn’t seen each other for a bit due to work. Things had begun getting busier and busier.
She didn’t quite know what to dress up as, as there wasn’t exactly a theme. Halloween was a free for all, but the nightclub wasn’t like the lounge. Esther had an elegant thing going on, while the club was more about showing up in whatever and having fun.
It took her a bit, but she managed to find something suitable to pull together. The color palette was a bit more pale than she usually did, but it fit her skin and the theme. After making sure she was dressed and ready, Harper was quick to find her group. She shortly found out that she was the first one and grabbed a spot.
Aaron had come first, then Gwyn. “Hello, Ghouls!” Harper grinned. “I got us some lemon drops to start. My treat.” It did help that she had a solid discount, after all. “Look at us. A menagerie of fun, huh? I hope y’all are ready for the monster mash!”
Harper thought for a moment and then nodded. It would be a bit of a test, kind of. More to see what he had mastered at his old place. See how Chris could handle his time. She pulled out her phone and got the clock app up. Harper didn’t know if Moses would consider this training, but it would be a bit of a break before going over the till system.
“Let’s have a bit of a fun break. I want you to make me one drink you did at your old place. And for some fun, see how long it’ll take you to do so. Keep it to the alcohol and ingredients that are out.” Even if it meant a vodka cran, it’d give Harper a good chance to see how Chris counted his pours and so forth. She hovered her thumb over the screen, and after a brief countdown, she went Go and started the timer.
“They do burlesque shows there, so if you’re looking for some classier raunch, you can go there!” Harper smiled. She didn’t know which way Chris swung, but there seemed to be a good mix of everyone there. Anyone could recognize a hot person, no matter what their interest lay. “Yes, we have security starting at 9 p.m.”
When Chris asked a few more questions, Harper nodded. She was happy that he was asking questions, as it was easier for him to understand what was happening. “No sir, they’re ice makers – so they make ice consistently. If we start to overflow a bit, we turn it off until it gets to a more manageable amount. It prevents less running around. For glasses, we have our bussers that go around and handle all of that. We have a straight shot to the back room and kitchen, without the blockage of patrons.”
“Oh, not here at R&R. The lounge does, it’s a few buildings down,” she said. “People can get just as rowdy here though. If someone starts striping here, it means they need to be cut off and sent home.” Granted, seeing someone take off a shirt was better than being vomited on. That was a whole other mess. She was thankful that Moses hired a professional team to come in twice a week. The bathrooms were all wet bathrooms, meaning the staff could just spray everything down at the end of the night, and squeegee into the drain.
“Excellent! We’ll start with the bar counter itself.” Harper stood up and guided Chris to the belly side of the bar, where everything was neatly lined up and organized. “We have two fridges where we keep the glasses that need to remain chilled. So beer glasses and anything like a ball glass. Theres three ice holders, one each on the ends, and then the center. Everything is kept open, mainly for easy access for when things are busy. Easier than having to keep opening cabinets.”
“Only during times, it’s needed. It’s far from the lounge, that’s fancy all the time. Well, as fancy as it gets with partially stripping people,” she smiled. Despite loving to look and schmooze, Harper wasn’t a creep. She knew how to handle herself at work or when she was visiting. “We do more themed nights. In summer, we often do a few things with the local beach shack too. But it's very rare that anything about suits and ties.” There was the occasional hen and stag, but they often came in their group. Renting out was more of the lounge. Sometimes, an after party of a wedding would show up after a reception.
“So it sounds like, at the moment, working the evening shifts will work better. Until you’re more comfortable with the fancier things. We have some nifty cards that help with measurements if needed. We’re very chill here and are always wanting to help out. There’s a lot of information, so when you’re ready - I can at least start giving you a tour of the bar space.”
She quirked an eyebrow. “And they call me Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.” If he knew that reference, then that was some points – but from the looks of it, he didn’t. But nevertheless, Harper remained polite. She knew she could get a bit rambunctious, but she loved her job – and was good at it. It was always fun showing off her skills. Though, she was still nowhere near the artistry of the boss man.
“Great! So if I asked you to make a slippery nipple, Long Island, or a classic dry martini – you’d be okay with that?” She picked up a croissant and broke it apart. “Thankfully, the fancier drinks only happen before the club becomes the club,” Harper added, making air quotes. “So from five to ten is the time that the fancier drinks come out. Ten and after is the basic shots and the vodka cranberry knowledge is useful. Have you worked in a high-paced environment before, or more dive areas?”
Harper looked up and smiled. “That’ll be me!” she grinned.
“Harper is our head tender,” Moses added. “So you’ll be training with her a lot with your first few shifts. If you two need anything, I’ll be in my office.” Her boss gave her his usual friendly face, albeit a bit more tired than Harper had seen in a while.
“Chris, was it?” Harper asked as Moses had given her his resume of sorts to look over. “Feel free to grab something to eat. Why don’t you start telling me what you do know?” She wasn’t the person to show someone how to make a margarita if they already knew how to make one. The till was a different story, and how the bar ran too.
Harper yawned. The only thing that had gotten her to come in during daylight was the double pay and the free breakfast. Damn, that Moses was good. He knew how to make his employees happy. It was training today, something that harper didn’t mind. Though, she did wish she could’ve slept in a bit. But thankfully, she was going to be doing the late shift at the lounge tonight so she could go back home and sleep through Aaron coming home. Granted, he had been going out a bit lately. Harper didn’t know what exactly – but he knew he was seeing someone.
She entered through the back entrance, as it was easier to deal with than people wondering why she was entering super early. Harper took a seat at the bar and caught Moses out of the corner of her eye. He had a big bag of food and a few beverages. She eyed her order right away and could feel the drool on her lip. Hell yeah.
Harper also saw the guy that was walking in with him through the front. He looked brand spanking new, like the newest green grass. Oh boy.
Farren Olivia Jones Face claim: Hayley Williams Age: September 23, 1992 Info: Farren is Harper's identical twin sister. She had moved away from Hickstead with her boyfriend but is now back in town, to settle down with her kiddos. It's up to the player if the boyfriend is still in the picture or not! Please PM or message me on Discord if you're interested!
Harper looked at her boss. He was all giddy, living his best life. She wondered how Moses always acted so...content and happy. While Harper wasn’t always in a bad mood, she lacked her boss’ energy. At least he pepped her up. He had gotten everyone donuts, coffee, and breakfast sammies. Bless that man.
Harper would be taking the first shift since she had to perform for the lounge as well. Bartend for a minute, take a break and then sing some sets. She waved people over, promising a good time. While Harper was a lesbian, she knew men and women drooled over her boss. It was funny and she wasn’t against using that to pull people in.
“Oy! If you want a snog on a cheek by my hot boss, come buy a drink!” Harper let out before she felt what was a roll of paper towels bonk her gently on her head.
[attr="class","aofie2-text"]Friends? Harper is definitly the night life gal pal, but can stay inside for a movie and wine too. She works at the bar, so they could've had some small chats? MADISON RACHEL STEVENSON
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[attr="class","aofie2-text"]Music friennnddsss. Maybe they meet at a music store or an open mic? I could probs throw her into your open too, like she's working or something? She bartends which makes her very open to people. AARON JASPER STONEHOUSE
HEY THERE! my name is Jen and i'm 21 years old. i'm a wiminz and i've been roleplaying for many moons. i was referred here by Gail but enough about me, here's my character. =]
[/font]:[/b] Harper Lee Jones
nicknames: Harpy
age: 24, Sept. 23 1992
religion: Spiritual/Buddhist
sexuality: Lesbian
marital status: single
occupation: Singer/Bartender
playby: Hayley Williams
hometown: Hyannis, MA
parents: Mother-Sophie (51), Dad-Tyler (55)
siblings: Farren - Twin Sister
brief history: Harper has always been a very free soul. If anything, she got it from her parents who were musical influences all her life. They were nomadic people before they had Harper and her twin sister, having a gypsy and hippy feel to them. Her parents may have stopped traveling when they raised their kids, but the down to earth soul music and blues never left. Harper and her sister, Farren, were raised in a loving family home. Not much money was had, but their lives were fulfilling. Before moving to Hickstead, Harper, and her family lived in Hyannis, a cape town in Massachusetts. There, she was taught singing by her mother and guitar by her father. Farren wasn’t much of a singer, but it didn’t mean she lacked musical talent. Farren herself was infatuated with African music, so she taught herself the bongos and other various African drums.
Being from a musical family, the Quartet often performed on the streets or local bars to pay the bills and provide for the family. Whatever the Jones lacked in money, had plenty in love and family. Sadly, times did get rough, and the family became homeless when the twins turned 14. Despite their hardships, they believed good would happen to them. The family traveled and lived in their car and performed where they could. Bars, train stations, you named it. The Jones’ believed music healed the soul, and despite losing almost everything, they found other peoples’ happiness was just as important as their own, and that they could give that satisfaction with their music.
The family finally landed in Hickstead two years after their mishaps. They managed to land a permanent spot of entertainment at a local bar, allowing a more steady income. Harper took up bar tending as a side job to add more coins to the bucket. Soon enough, the family had enough to buy a three-bedroom apartment. At 18, Farren and Harper decided to move out from their parents’ apartment and get one of their own. They wanted to experience the independent lifestyle, and their parents had no reason to refuse to see that’s how they were when they were younger.
One day at work, Harper ran into a young boy named Samuel. He had recently run away from home and wanted to expand his musical career. Being one for second chances, Harper offered him a deal. He was welcome to perform at the bar with her and to live with her and her sister, partially rent free. Half of his paycheck would have to be added to the rent. Shortly after Samuel moved in, Farren moved out to live with her boyfriend of a year and a half leaving Samuel and Harper to their own devices. The two have been currently living together for four years. They have their little married couple arguments like most roommates often do. Their idea of a band was a shortcoming, but the two still occasionally perform together at Luna Lounge or a few bars in the city.
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[/font]:[/b] Sheet Music, New Records, Alcohol, Tropical Fruits, Veggies of all kinds, Tea, Pizza, Coffee, Fish, Candy
dislikes: Cigarettes, girly looking items, chunky jewelry, Anything with a lot of pink
strengths: Singing/Songwriting, Bar tending, can handle her alcohol extremely well despite her size
weaknesses: Advanced cooking, Anything Craftsy
secrets: Doesn't want to be the woman who carries children in the relationship. Would prefer to adopt.
fears: Never being able to sing, Losing her job
habits: walks around her apartment naked or in her undies (often making Sam question why he rooms with her), takes her coffee with a lot of sugar and cream, 95% vegetarian
overall personality: Harper is the complete opposite of her roommate Sam. He’s shy, and she’s very outgoing! If one is not careful, she could easily talk your ear off, which is good when you’re a bartender, and there are a lot of drunk people around. Like her parents, she’s a free spirit with a down to earth feeling. Feeling like she’s been through it all, Harper doesn’t have a worry in the world. She’s kind and warm at work when dealing with customers, but this doesn’t mean she isn’t capable of calling you and kicking you out when you get too loud! Harper’s a dedicated worker, trying to get enough money to open a bar and entertainment. As sweet as she is, Harper does prefer people who don’t waste her time. To her, time is money when at work. If you’re there to chat, make sure you want to sit down and order a few drinks before you start opening your mouth.
She rarely gets mad, but when she does, she’s a force to be reckoned. Harper will kick and scream and throw a few punches if you irk her the wrong way. Luckily, it’s only happened once in her life. Harper can, of course, be a bit opinionated and brutal honesty is her middle name! Of course, this is has brought a few patrons to dislike her, but most of the time, they forget the next morning. [/ul]
Summer time! Oh yes, one of Harper’s favorite seasons. Not only did she get to fish for beautiful women in their bathing suits, but she also got to fish for the fresh fish in the off the pier and in Carp Lake. Now, Harper did fish in other seasons, but she preferred summer to do the activity. It was a bonus that she had work off today, despite it being a Friday. But since Harper rarely refused to get Fridays off, Jav finally convinced her to take today to relax and enjoy her time.
Sam was currently busy at the coffee shop to go with her, so Harper went alone. Dressed in a deep v teal romper, a maroon bikini, and strappy sandals; Harper tied her red hair up in a bun and grabbed her fishing supplies. Wolff barked around her ankles, wanting to go. “You want to go bub?” she asked. Wolff yapped and bolted towards where Harper kept her bike.
Harper just smiled and pulled her bike out. The bike was a nice bike that had seen better days, but it still worked and got her places. There was a small basket that was the perfect size for Wolff and a boxed lunch. He was used to riding in the basket now. At first, he was a little fidgety, but now he couldn’t wait.
The bike ride to the lake was about 1.5 hours, nothing she couldn’t handle. When she first made the trip, Harper felt like death, often having to stop a bit, but now, it was easy. Of course, if Sam were coming, he would have his driver drive them since exercise to him was like the devil. He avoided it as much as possible.
A warm breeze greeted Harper as she and Wolff approached the lake. There were already people swimming and on their boats. She biked up to her usual spot, a bench that was on a tall stone wall that was off of a walking path that went around the whole lake. Harper locked her bike to the bench, and Wolff was happy in the basket, curled up near their lunches. Hand hooked a worm and soon enough, it was in the water, waiting for a bit. “Oh yes, this is the life!”
credits! template by MOLLIVER ! @ Caution 2.0. lyrics are from "one more time" by the epically awesome daft punk.