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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 5:15 pm
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Hi there... umm, I'm Coca Feudala, co-owner of the Dancing Kunoichi teahouse. My sister, Belvedere, is the other owner. I'd tell you more of myself but I prefer if you knew more about my establishment first.
At the Dancing Kunoichi, we serve Chinese, Japanese and Korean food. And spring rolls thanks to the Filipinos. We also serve home made teas, fruit juices, sake and wines. Water and milk as well but people hardly come for all that.
I don't like to seem like a mean guy with a bunch of rules so we have but a few and the foundation of them is Respect: for me, my sister, our establishment and other customers...
-There is no nudity in the teahouse. With that, no sex either. I will not ask twice. -There is no fighting in the teahouse. No questions asked. -Keep your voices from a minimum to a medium. Shouting is not okay. -Please respect your fellow customer. Theft, sexual harassment, discrimination, rudeness are not permited.
Thank you, Coca
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 10:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 8:50 am
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Seeing the new comer and hearing his requests, Coca wasn't all too thrilled with the gent, already. There hadn't been any pleasant tones of greetings or else a more bracing introduction. The man had went right into what he wanted. But, just like with any other patron, Coca took his time from the counter to the kitchen where the food was prepared.
The tea house had been more than just a hole-in-the-wall place for food and refreshments. Walls were painted the designs of a deep and, seemingly, mystified thicket of bamboos. There were also real bamboo plants here and there around the sitting area. From two corners of the room burned incense of China Rain. Tables were place all around on either side of a path that lead from the entrance door to the counter, which sat at the end of the arrangements of said tables. They were lower to the floor than normal tables were and weren't surrounded by chairs but thick, sitting pillows.
The counter, however, was of regular size. Before it were a few stools since, behind the counter also sat a bar. And behind the wall of wines and sakes, all home made, was the kitchen where the gent's order was prepared and brought back out. It was all in those to-go containers which signaled that Coca was hoping he'd be leaving afterwards. Both containers were put in a paper bag along with a pair of chop sticks.
"That will be four-fifty, sir..." his drunken slur let out, eyes glazed from the booze and his breath carrying an almost putrid smell. And yet, he did well enough with cooking, keeping things clean and never had a complaint for it. It seemed he was very experienced with working while drunk.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 10:18 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 12:42 pm
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Glaze-eyed, Coca gave the man a bored look when he reference the bubble gum and scent in which he thought would be best suited for the drunk. Like that would ever happen. Despite the alcoholic stink, Coca was just fine... or, he considered himself to be just fine. Never a problem walking around or issues with motor skills. One would think he was drunk all the time. And he was. Patrons seemed to be use to it and, instead of pocketing the change, what would be left over was dropped into a golden shrine that sat on the counter beside the register. Wear one might've imagined Buddha to be, instead was a statue of a tubby, panda anthro. It was a woman instead of a man. Her stomach was large, she had pierced ears and wore ceremonial clothes that represented the culture of his people. The money change was dropped into the small tank of glass that shielded her... along with other tips that the tea house had received.
With the man served and Pundha given tribute of wealth, Coca grabbed himself another bottle of sake. When it was opened, the smell that came from it was as purtrid as his breath. Strong and nasty. Anyone who wasn't from the tribes he came from would become nauscious with a good enough smell of it. Drinking it would give them definite, alcohol poisoning if it didn't kill them. And it wasn't because of its strong brew that it was deadly to those not use to it. It was the contents that went into the mixture that made it so. Sitting down in his seat behind the counter, the mouth of the bottle met his and four, nice gulp had along with and belch that spewed a bit of fire.
"H've'a goo'day sir. 'joy your food.."
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 5:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 11:29 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 8:32 am
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A young wolf, about 17, enters the tea house with a look of aggravation on his face. He is very small in stature, but his posture and demeanor sends out a sense of pure, untainted wisdom. He dodges through a crowd of customers as though it were one person, stopping at random to ask, "Díaš-né fêr-na'á Fæčíena?" (Translation: "Does anyone speak Faeician?"). He sighs, then converting to English and mumbling to himself, "Of course not...How can one speak my language if not even I know it's full meaning? What is this curse...?" He takes a seat at an empty table, taking care not to sit near too many people. He then pulls out a notebook and a pen, and begins scribbling notes furiously.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2012 8:56 pm
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