Sociable Tavern Novels & Stories

There were just so many things happening all at once. After a brief stroll, Bryan and Aiden spotted a cozy tavern with a wooden sign that read The Hidden. Quite an unusual name for a tavern, but they went in anyway. The place was illuminated with torchlight at the entrance, and they were welcomed with its warm interior. "This is a perfect place to settle for the night," Aiden said to Bryan as he took in the place and approached the stout barkeeper. He then placed a handful of shimmering coins on the counter. "Two rooms for the night, if you please," he said, his voice confident and steady.

The sound of laughter cut through the clank of glasses and the crush of peanut shells under foot, mingling with the crooning sound of music sung in a Slovak language she didn’t speak as Jo tried not to breathe in the smoky air. Crossing the bar wasn’t as difficult this time since this establishment wasn’t as crowded as the one she’d first met Ryker in, and the lights were up, perhaps in an attempt to allow patrons to spot pointy teeth before they became a problem. Or maybe it was the fact that this tavern was attached to a hotel, unlike the seedy back alley haunt Ryker normally played cards in. Either way, she wasn’t impressed with his ability to pick watering holes and would’ve just as soon

“What do you think? Wanna go?” “Will Jac--” I was about to ask if its okay with Jacob if I go but I stopped myself. Why would I care if he won’t like it?! “I’ll go!” I exclaimed. Brent grinned and I think he looked devilish with that grin of his but I shrugged it of.. “Cool. I hope you have a great night.” “Where is that tavern located?” I asked, excited to finally have my first party. I knew it! Second strongest pack of the North throw parties like this unlike on Regal pack!

Two minutes before the allotted time to meet each other, Cent’s gaze wandered around the lively and crowded tavern. Busty witches with their pointy hats served the goblins and orcs merrily. Trays of pints made of wood and filled with beer oozed inside the tavern. One zombie with flesh still intact with his body, played a lovely traveler’s song using a pipe. Some incubus with their revealing tunics danced around hand in hand with the other young witches as the customers cheered for them – some customers that were too drunk to care joined merry thumping of feet onto the wooden floor and flipping of partners with exciting turns. All in all, it was a lively and harmonious place.

"I hope you don't mind my intrusion Mister Tsao, but Since I've been asked to act as a witness of this deal made in good faith I need to make sure you're not being extorted or blackmailed into this deal. Why would you agree on such terms?" "What do you mean Mister Ironwoods?" "Don't get me wrong, but I don't see what everyone sees about the tavern. It's in a nice spot, but even if you invest on it you won't make much out of it. Most people eat on their houses, there are no travelers during winter and even when we have people around they prefer to stay at the brothel" "If i win the bet, I'll get a tavern for free" The mayor says awkwardly. I'm not liking the direction in which this conversati

The tavern was called The Cracked Vial, a name that felt too on the nose for a place that smelled of stale hops, expensive perfume and the metallic tang of unwashed blades. It was a supernatural speakeasy tucked into the belly of a converted industrial basement in downtown Los Angeles,a city that had become a sprawling, neon lit graveyard for the veil between worlds. Here, in the flickering amber light of low-hanging lamps, the hierarchy of the old world didn’t matter. An assassin for the remaining Warlock syndicates could sit three stools down from a dryad looking for a tincture to soothe a smog choked spirit. It was neutral ground, but the kind of neutrality that felt like a thin sheet of

For all he knew, or cared, Paul could quit because of his lack of interest in Paul working out in his new position. “Sure Bill. Whatever you say.” Thank heavens he didn’t need to come in first thing in the morning. Paul probably would like to see some of his pack and get to work with them. “I better go. So, I can catch him before he leaves for the day. Anything else?” “Yeah, so what is with the magically returning tavern owner?” Bill couldn’t even get the type of business correct. A tavern was more like a restaurant that served alcohol. A bar was a drinking establishment that might sell snack type foods.

I pulled my helmet on and opened the garage by the remote then I sped up through the busy street like I was high. Hey, that was a good idea. Let's get high. I went to Pierce 'N' Needle of course, it was practically my home, if I wasn't swimming with shark without cages then I must be here. The place felt like home more than anything. The door chimed as I entered the familiar place, it was wide, clean and always this homey feeling to it. I inhaled the smell of a disinfectant and a hint of lavender. Huh, they changed the room spray.

"Okay, pick what you want off the menu. I'll grab you a glass and be right back for your order." She winked at me and I realized I needed to loosen up a bit more; the wine would help. I also needed to remember I had dreams of being a successful journalist. I needed to tough uncomfortable situations out and grow some balls. I took a sip of water, stiffened my spine, and looked around. More pictures of the local rugby teams lined the walls. Trophies and plaques too. The entire tavern paid homage to rugby. Estella set my wine glass down. "What did you decide, hun?"

Yet today, in the dimly lit confines of an underground tavern, the tide began to turn. The underground tavern was dim but lively. It was a refuge for the common folk, a place where laborers, merchants, and even the occasional rebel gathered to share whispers of rebellion or simply to drown their woes in ale. Behind the bar stood Johny Eagle, the burly and gruff owner, who had heard it all but rarely believed much of it. On this day, however, the crackling of the tavern’s radio brought news that no one could ignore. The familiar voice of an Aeternum news anchor echoed through the room.