With it's half-broken and rickety sign that barely displays the bar's name, The Gentlemen's Respite noses its heaps of sin like a ropy mongrel among the bins, partly embarrassed, partly excited, partly disgusted, partly sad... It's owned by a bookie named Richie who welcomes anyone into his grimy pocket of the south. He has to: unlike The Long Drop, with its dangerously unique alcoholic concoctions and wide variety of underworld trade, Richie has relatively little to offer in the way of drinks. The mugs in The Respite are cobwebbed and cracked, the prices absurd. Richie has given up trying to sell anything. His prices are too high compared to The Long Drop's competitive variety. This bar has instead become a hub for whores to brandish their wares and loud tavern wenches to entertain passersby. It's always packed - a warm glow amid the rain and gloom - inside and out, with men drunk from the Long Drop having stumbled downwind to the catcalls of ladies. What The Respite has that the Long Drop doesn't is food, in good measure, and a selection of independent southern wenches who appreciate Richie's hands-off patronage. One (known as 'Anostaisier') is legendary; Richie even allows her to use his backroom for her work so it needn't be done in the darkened streets. He obviously gains a cut from all this.
by Andross Blint » Tue Apr 21, 2020 5:12 pm
[Set towards the later part of the downtime 1 period for anyone needing to keep track of when things are happening chronologically]
After a quick chat with Richie behind the bar, Andross moves over to an empty table in the bar, placing his doctoring bag beside him. No drinks bought, but that was fairly normal here, he was mostly visiting to check the women here were doing fine, afterall, they may get plenty of business, but that just made it more likely they would need some form of treatment eventually and they were unlikely to hand over coin for a registered doctor. There was also the part of him that just liked to be here and watch the kine being kine, the sounds of life filling the room.
The women new his face, if they needed a checkup they would find a moment to ask. Until then he would just relax, book in hand seeming to read as he observed the room.
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