Hops

    Emri watched with rapt attention as Hops began to gather the ingredients needed to craft one of her signature drinks, the Dracquiri. Their own glass to practice after the demonstration sat next to them waiting for the chance to be filled.       “Now the key here is to make sure to measure the rum with precision, and the juice with your heart, you will find the balanc...

"For the last time, Hops, I don't need your help on every little detail for these. It’s just pouring shit into different glasses, it ain’t that hard." Kodiak's shoulders tensed as he gripped the edge of the kitchen island, his knuckles white against the polished stone. "Look, if you're gonna insist on teaching me, at least stop bouncing around like some overexcited puppy. It's giving me a headache." Hops bobbed on her toes, the bright pink bow tie of her uniform swaying against her...

Draven fidgets with the frilly apron around his waist, carful not to catch the ruffles on his claws. Its not that he’s nervous, of course, that would be unlike him. It was just that it well… it was embarrassing. I mean look at him. This get up isn’t exactly cutting as an intimidating a figure as he usually does. But regardless, he was determined learn the art of mixology even if he was told that to do so he must wear … this. “Hello there!” comes a cheerful voice from behind...

"..." Kazahana stared right in front of a fancy bar with a hint of surprise and disdain on his face. He placed his hands by his hips while grumbling and muttering to himself.   He just can't accept the fact that he is going to this place to run an errand from his roommate back at the temple. The thought of going in there to buy a drink or two for him makes his skin crawl but he musters up a face to show his utmost hidden disdain behind a nervous smirk.  ...

Acanthe was a simple bun, when he saw cheap mixology lessons so he could make some of Hops’ famous drinks at home he simply couldn't resist. Many times he'd drank at Hops’ bar, enjoying every drink he'd gotten and every time desiring the ability to make them at home so he didn't have to visit the bar as often (it took away from his time tailoring.) Acanthe let out a hum as he stepped inside the establishment, looking around before approaching the bar, clearing his throat to catch the atte...