The Widow's Tears

It just struck me that we don't have a tavern RP yet, so he we are! The Vampire Diary's own bar!!
You don't have to post profiles here, it's just a light-hearted place where we can have a lot going on. I hope this place gets really big! See y'all drunk!!
-Bella

Widow's Tears Tavern is now open for business!

Manager: Dianne Ward
Tavern Maid(s): Bella Strauss
Bouncer:
Well Known Drunk: Kyira Valo :P

Kyira runs in screaming!
"I'm being chased by flying unicorns!"

Bella looked up from her work as the girl ran through the tavern. Bella was one that people could describe as a rabbit: shy and easily frightened. Bella immediately ducked behind the counter, waiting for her rant to end or the bouncers to throw her out.

Kyira ducked under a table as a slew of flying unicorns flew in, making horse sounds and kicking people.
"See?!"

Bella made a confused face from behind the bar.
My word, we need to get a bouncer to keep people like that out of here.

Kyira shook her head. She was fully sober, but she had another of those visions.
"Guess it was just...never mind..."

Bella turned and sighed, leaning against the back of the bar. She opened her eyes fearfully at the tall, red-haired woman in front of her tapped her toe impatently, "You are supposed to be working, not napping."
"Sorry, missus..." Bella said in so soft a tone, it could almost be mistaken for a whisper. She stood and started gathering trays, yelping in surprise as one of the 'patrons' got a hold of her rear end. She quickly scampered off with a bright crimson blush on her cheeks as he bellowed laughter.

"Oh get that stick out of your a** Dianne. Give the girl a break!"

Dianne shrugged, "She wanted to work, so I'm going to let her work. And if she won't then I'll make her. It was her idea."
Bella sat behind the counter in the kitchen, rubbing her wrist. She hated the way the men at this bar acted. At the rate things were going, one of them would probably be raping her in the ally behind the bar by the end of the week. In truth, she was scared out of her mind.

"That's why you put her in the back and have her wash dishes, so the drunk guys don't molest her out front."

"I need waitresses. And besides," Dianne grinned, "She's going to have to learn how to work her body sooner or later."

"I hope Jonathon didn't waste too much money buying you out of that whore house..." Kyira mumbled.

Dianne laughed, "Not really. I was pretty cheap."
Bella shivered with fear in the kitchen, awaiting Dianne to come in and throw her back out.

"Good, I can't imagine him wasting too much on riff raff. Where's Marcello at anyway? He said he was going to be here later to show me something."

"I don't know. Probably out on that motorcycle of his." Dianne grumbled, "Now where is that girl?"

"In your lou taking a royal p***." Kyira joked.

Dianne frowned, "Check the kitchen for her if you have any sympathy for either one of you. She would defiantly not want me to find her in this humor."

"You know what I'd do to you if you hurt an innocent girl Dianne, employee, family or whatever."
Kyira grinned evilly as she stood. Dianne would full well know what she meant.

Dianne frowned, "Then spare us both and find her before me."

Kyira frowned.
"What the hell does it look like I'm doing red head?"
Kyira sighed and went in the kitchen, picking Bella up and bringing her back out front.

Bella's dark green eyes looked up fearfully at Kyira, an expression of 'don't hurt me!' all over her innocent, childish face. It was obvious that she really didn't want to be out here.

"Just stay out here and work...I'll keep them off your back, Dianne too."

Bella nodded quickly and fumbled into a rough, hurried curtsy, "Yes, ma'am." She said rapidly, her accent a mixture of French and English origins.

Kyira sat back down at a stool at the bar and smiled cutely at Dianne.
"My usual...darling."

Dianne frowned and handed Kyira her 'usual' beverage: a mixture of everything that was strong enough to knock anyone with a normal alcohol tolerance on their bum. Drunk.