[ORP] Ndima's Pub AKA Her Front Room

[Dame NightFury]

((This is open to all Pride Members at all times because this is a bar/pub/lounge. Ndima or one of the pre-approved bar wenches, which at the moment is only Dru, will pop up to deliver fermented fruit and respond to posts randomly. PM me for an rp with Ndima to become a bar wench. I may draw up what Ndima's Pub looks like and post it here later. Maybe. Let Happy Hour Begin! xd ))


The front room of her den had converted into Ndima's Pub rather well. It was surprising. And Ndima couldn't decide if it was a good surprise or a not so good surprise. Maybe if her public room hadn't been so accommodating for this change, Ndima could devote all of her time to brewing rather than serving and bar tending. At least she got some pretties out of the deal. As did the bar wench((s)).

She watched as pride members drifted in and out, settling at the driftwood bar or on the floor cushions scattered about everywhere making it hard for Dru the other bar wenches weave through the relaxing patrons. Ndima growled at one of the patrons that tried to pull down the nets of fruit hanging around behind the "bar." Those fruits weren't even fermented. She was going to have to do something about that.

Maybe get some entertainers in to distract them from reaching for things they shouldn't be reaching for.

And Ndima wanted to get long strips of fabric and palm leaves. They'd make a nice privacy screen for some of the corners and nooks in the room that were exposed and almost bare at the moment.

Ndima nodded at the patron in front of her and waited for their order.  

[ChaosTheories]

Dame NightFury

All your images are broken, just so you know

Moth strolled in like he owned the place. His whole body screamed confidence, from the way he raised his head proudly to the slow, casual pace he swung his tail back and forth. He had visited many lionesses' dens, but he had yet to sample the delicacies of this one. Whatever the delicacies happened to be.

The den was rather spacious, which was good with all the patrons currently inside. He wrinkled his nose at the sight of them; he hated competition for attention.

A piece of driftwood served as a kind of counter where the lionesses could serve their wares, no doubt. Clever. Moth made his way over there first, settling down where he wished, which involved pushing a smaller customer out of the way.

"Hey, pretty lady. What do you have to offer a famished fellow?"

Behind the bright striped lion came a much more subdued fellow. Jolly Roger, as he was known because of his happy and careless nature, peeked around like a cub on his first outing with a crew. He didn't make a habit of visiting the lionesses, especially the ones that made fermented fruit, but he had noticed a fair amount of activity and couldn't resist investigating.

But now that he was inside... what was he supposed to do? Everyone seemed to have a job or a place. Was he supposed to just... sit where he wanted? Or did he have to wait to be invited further inside? He shifted from paw to paw, unsure of himself and feeling self-conscious. He didn't even realize that he was blocking the entrance.  

[Dame NightFury]

Ndima was glad she was tending the bar tonight and not Dru or any of the other barmaids. She had a feeling that this male could be trouble if he set his mind to it. Well, all pride members were trouble when they wanted to be, but this one was in that mood.

She flashed a smirk at the handsome red-eyed lion. Problem was, he probably knew he was handsome. Yep. Ndima was going to have to make a note of how he behaved himself and determine which females serving the brew here at her den could actually handle the male.

"Depends on how famished the fellow. And the type of fellow. Sweet? Sour? Or was he up for a bit of adventure, willing to be a taste tester of my newest batch of brew. Hitch is I don't know how it tastes just yet. Could be horrible. So, famish fellow, what can I get you?"

Dru made her way through the crowded pub. Though she had become an apprentice to Ndima and often helped out here in her front den, Dru still couldn't be blase about the transformation of the den into such a public and crowded pub. It was fun though, and Dru had stumbled across quite a few adventures while working here. Even added to her collection of treasures which was always appreciated.

A tray of fermented fruit held between her teeth, Dru's path took her around a rowdy group of customers and closer to the entrance. She almost missed the dark lion peering into the pub uncertainly. Finding a flat rock closer to the entrance, Dru carefully balanced the tray before turning toward him.

"Hello there," she greeted with a big smile. "I'm Dru. What can I do for you than?"

ChaosTheories

Thank you! All fixed now. xd