#tippling club bar

[scifrey]

Thanks for the tag @moorishflower; sorry it took me so long to find time to do it!

Last Song: The Grand Hotel by Regina Spektor

Currently Watching: Catching up on Tasting History, which is no surprise at all to anyone who knows me even a little.

Currently reading: The Regency Book of Drinks: Quaffs, Quips, Tipples, and Tales from Grosvenor Square by Amy Finley (Author), Niege Borges (Illustrator), which is not BAD, just not what I WANTED when I bought it. I thought it would be a book filled with real, actual historical recipes from Regency ballrooms and clubs like Almack's. Instead it is modern bar book (and a very good one for that, with a great introduction to individual spirits and cocktail hardware), and a bunch of pithy asides that directly reference the Bridgerton TV show without going far enough to get sued. It's fine, but disappointing.

I'm also reading Fangirl, Vol. 3: The Manga by Rainbow Rowell (author and adaption), Gabi Nam (Illustrator), which was adapted by the author of the YA novel herself, instead of the very enjoyable @sammaggs. We will see if I find it as compelling when I get further into it...

Current obsession: Historical documentaries by Lucy Worsley, Eleanor Janega, Alice Loxton, Ruth Goodman, etc... I am still on the kick that produced The Hob Adherent Sandman fanfic series, and it's leaked into my rewrite of Time and Tide (which I think has made the manuscript more grounded and historically interesting. But we'll see if my editor agrees when I hand it in at the end of the month.)

Tagging: @anotherwellkeptsecret, @once-upon-a-reblog, @carnelianmeluha, @ibrithir-was-here, @tickldpnk8

[robertleechestateagents]

Reasons to live in Lingfield: The good, the great and the awesome

We are more than consumers, we are community Lingfield and Dormansland achieved Fairtrade status back in 2005!

We as a community have been proud to be doing our bit to raise awareness of Fairtrade and the issues of better prices, decent working conditions, local sustainability and fair terms of trade for farmers and workers in the developing world.

This year Fairtrade are celebrating 25 years of the Fairtrade mark with events being held worldwide!

One of Surrey’s prettiest Village

This year and for many moons before we have been voted one of the prettiest villages in beautiful surrey, by Surrey Life.

Lingfield is a pretty equestrian village combining countryside, horse racing, a plethora of Tudor architecture and its very own ‘Village Cage’…. Children beware….. Disorderly adults beware too!!

Lingfield truly is a unique beautiful place to live and visit.

A hop, skip and a jump away from London

Central London can be reached in just 50 minutes. Less time than you may have to wait for your takeaway on a Friday!

London being so accessible in a major reason why people choose to live in Lingfield, they can enjoy the countryside or the city at the drop of a hat.

You win some, you lose some

With Lingfield’s all-weather racecourse you’re definitely onto a winner rain or shine!

Whether you’re dressed to the nines or enjoying a day out with the kids everyone will have a great time. Hosting family days, live music, and race days a trip to the races is a must!

Take a walk on the wild side

Set within 26 acres the British Wildlife Centre is home to the finest collection of native wildlife in Britain.

An amazing experience for the young and old alike to be captivated, explore and learn about the conservation of some of our endangered species, including red squirrels, scottish wildcats and polecats. The centre offers talks, photography days and educational tours.

Great friends, Great food, Great Times

Whether it is fine dining, gastro pubs or just a good old local’s pub Lingfield is packed with little gems! Personal favourites being Tammy’s Thai with its authentic Thai food and friendly atmosphere.

The Plough pub with adjoining restaurant is very popular for festivals, fund raising and has a great atmosphere …. Last, but far from least, The Red Barn with its Jazz Sundays, Fizz Fridays and Weekend breakfast club.

It’s Showtime… Ta Dah!!

Lingfield offers a diverse and somewhat eclectic mix of entertainment for all ages.

From pop up theatre productions, Flix in the Stix, open air cinema showings, live music and our very own annual Music Festival, Lingfest!! What more could you want….?!

Sweat, smile and repeat

Whatever it is that gets your heart pounding and pulse running you’ll be sure to find a club full of likeminded people here. We are big on keeping active and boast one of the oldest cricket clubs in the Country dating back to 1750!!

There are clubs for cricket, football, running, rambling and swimming all on your doorstep. However if you’re looking for something a little more luxurious there is of course both Lingfield Park resort and Chartham Park Golf and Country Club where you can enjoy being active, followed by a nice meal or tipple at the bar!

Keep calm, Keep walking

If your boots were made for walking and that’s just what you’re going to do… Greathead Manor in Dormansland is a terrific place to start! A distinctive Manor home completed in 1868 set in grounds of five acres and surrounded by acre upon acre of woodland, pastures and the odd fishing lake here and there.

This really is a place where you can relax the mind and enjoy cycling, fishing, horse-riding, dog walking and rambling alike. Don’t forget your camera, the views are outstanding and there’s plenty of wildlife waiting to be found.

Change of pace + Change of place = Change in perspective

Is it really that simple though? I’m not sure but I do know a lot of people move to Lingfield for just that. They want to exchange the big smoke and all it has to offer for rolling hills and fresh air.

A different pace of life for a different stage in life. People move to Lingfield not to get away from the hustle and bustle of bigger towns and cities but to be able to enjoy seeing the stars in the night sky, good schooling and be part of a growing community.

Content source - https://www.robertleech.com/reasons-to-live-in-lingfield-the-good-the-great-and-the-awesome/

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The Week Ahead 7/15-7/21

Keep the summer vibes going, New Yorkers! Let's hit the streets and celebrate, humidity or otherwise, soaking in the longer days & balmy summer nights as we eat, drink, and revel in the sunshine-splashed streets of the city we love.

$29 Summer Spritz Series: A Rooftop 3 Hour Open Bar with Food

"La vita è bella" begins from the moment you step onto the dreamy rooftop aerie, Simona. Summer lovers & rooftop chasers will swoon over this spectacular perch, which celebrates all things Italian coastal beauty by way of a sunshine-splashed scene, gorgeous view, bubbly spritzes, and delizioso eats! This gem is at the penthouse level of the Royalton Park Avenue, so expect A-lister VIP vibes - we just can't get enough!

MoMA PS1’s Signature Summer Music Series, Warm Up, is Back!

The 2024 program is anchored by an array of scenes active across New York City’s independently organized club and nightlife venues, brought together with musicians from all over. Each evening features DJ sets and live performances that crescendo from sonic experimentation to dance floor breakbeats.

$19 To Spend 3.5 Hours Tasting Over 100 Beers, Wines & Spirits

Hey, New York City! We're at the peak of summer vibes, so to cool you off, how does 3.5 Hours of drinking endless tipples sound? The 2024 Long Island Summer Beer Wine & Spirits Festival is back, complete with 3.5 Hours To Enjoy 100+ Local, National, & International Beers, Wines & Spirits, plus more surprises in store! The sun will glow on this dazzling weekend as you revel with your fellow sippers in the fresh air. In one hand, snap selfies with your crew, and in the other hand, watch as you souvenir tasting glass if filled again & again...

Leallo Sample Sale

Elevate your every day with LEALLO’s premium Peruvian Cotton year-round essentials. From cotton gauze dresses to luxe French Terry loungewear, Hampton’s Based, LEALLO, is versatile, comfortable and timeless.

$29 VIP Tix To Salsa On The Roof: Open Bar, Salsa Lessons, & More

The fiesta Friday feels are on at Elsie Rooftop's Salsa On The Roof Open Bar Party! Your exclusive ticket gets you 1 Hour of Salsa Dance Classes, as well as a 1 Hour Open Bar Serving Cocktails, Wines, & Beers. As the stars twinkle above, glimmer & dazzle on the dance floor as Grupo Tahona perform live salsa jams that will fuel your feet! The first hour of the shindig will include a salsa dance lesson, so learn the basics, fine tune, and flaunt, followed by an open bar pouring whatever tipples you need to feel like a winner on the dance floor...

Mercury East Presents: Landon Barker

Mercury East Presents a Performance by Landon Barker. Landon is the son of famous Blink 182 drummer, Travis Barker, and an actor and musician himself.

[kamrinortiznumberonefan]

Paris is a city for dreaming.

Guitarist Nick Rossi flew to the City of Lights a year ago for the International Duke Ellington Meeting, a three-day conference for experts, scholars and musicians devoted to Ellingtonia, the musical world surrounding America’s most consequential 20th century composer, bandleader and pianist. A scholar of pre-World War II jazz who’s lived in the Mission for two decades, Rossi gave a short talk on guitarist Fred Guy, a key member of the Ellington Orchestra from 1925 to 1949. After communing with some of his favorite authors and researchers, Rossi came home with a nagging question and the seed for his next musical mission.

“Why doesn’t San Francisco, or California or the West Coast, have an ensemble dedicated to Duke’s music?” he wondered. “Not to throw shade on groups that play Ellington, but there are bands exclusively devoted to Ellingtonia in many other cities and countries, but not here. I realized these are my marching orders.”

The long trek from Paris to San Francisco culminated at Mr. Tipple’s last October, when Rossi’s nine-piece Jazzopaters debuted at the Civic Center supper club, which has become the project’s home base. Focusing on pieces recorded by Ellington’s small groups, variously sized ensembles broken out from the orchestra to showcase its singular voices like alto saxophonist Johnny Hodges, trumpeter Cootie Williams, and baritone saxophonist Harry Carney, Rossi’s Jazzopators play a dance show Saturday at the Community Music Center.

With pianist Rob Reich and Patrick Wolff on alto sax and clarinet, the group features some of the region’s most esteemed improvisers alongside hot jazz specialists Mikiya Matsuda on bass and Riley Baker on drums, For Rossi, playing a gig walking distance from his home isn’t unusual. A Mission resident since 2002, “the longest I’ve lived anywhere, period,” Rossi has performed at Curio Bar & Restaurant and The Liberties with small groups recent years, and provided a propulsive score for the Wednesday night Cat’s Corner swing dance sessions that recently moved to the Valencia Room (formerly the Elbo Room). He’s back in the neighborhood June 8 at the Verdi Club with Nick Rossi Swing Six, playing a monthly dinner dance series.

Rossi’s Jazzopaters also perform Friday at Stanford University as part of the Department of Music’s Jazz Inside Out series, a sit-down concert that allows the group to play with a wider array of tempos and dynamics. But Rossi notes that Ellington’s music was often created for dancing, and bringing it into the CMC’s ballroom feels particularly apt. He’s played the hot jazz and swing dance party known as the Bootleggers Ball there several times, “and playing this music in a space that existed when this music was created is kind of a big deal to me,” Rossi said. “We’re having this active dialogue with the past in as real a way as possible.”

[cherrylng]

MUSE TOUR STORIES - ROCK SOUND (1999)

WORDS & PHOTOS: WILLIAM LUFF

IT'S SOMETHING OF A SHOCK TO LAND A RECORD DEAL IN AMERICA WITH MADONNA WHEN YOU'VE JUST LEFT SCHOOL. BUT FOR MUSE, IT'S MERELY THE FIRST STEPS IN A CAREER THAT'S GOING TO SEE THEM TAKE ON THE WORLD AND WIN. SO WE JUMPED ON THEIR TOUR BUS FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS TO FIND OUT ALL ABOUT THEIR IMPENDING RISE TO STARDOM.

Devon is a beautiful county but for young, ambitious teenagers the delights of peace and tranquillity are hard to fathom when the bright lights of fame and fortune beckon. Muse's hometown of Teignmouth is a pretty seaside resort, dead in winter but on a sunny day like today, it's bustling with life. Jet-skis race around the pier and the sound of holidaymakers echoes along the seafront. Bass player Chris Wolstenholme lives with his girlfriend and 12-day old baby on the west side of town, while both singer/guitarist Matt Bellamy and drummer Dominic Howard's parents live here. Matt however, spends most of his time staying in London with his girlfriend. It's a lifestyle that will be stretched further as the promotion for the impending release of their debut album 'Showbiz' picks up.

TONIGHT MUSE ARE 20 MILES UP THE coast in Exeter, halfway through a tour with co-headliners Cay. When we meet them later nerves are a little on edge. Chris is friendly and Dom is polite, but Matt's kinda wary. Two days ago another music paper interviewed Cay and got singer Anet so drunk she fell off stage. Matt felt that they set her up, and consequently is not so keen to have a journalist travelling with them. Strangely, his initial coldness is appealing. Sat in stylish, patterned trousers chatting to his manager, he's every inch the rock star in waiting. Finding out that his preferred tipple is champagne, and he's a lover of gourmet food is the final proof. Before he's even got on stage his charisma is obvious. But that's not to say he's arrogant or aloof. As Matt explains later, over a bottle of wine, "Before a gig I get really nervous and unhappy, but after a gig I feel totally replenished. I've been sick before gigs and I have problems being around crowds of people. But I find the second I hit the stage I'm OK." And when he hits the stage at Exeter's Cavern Club, he's more than OK. He's quite simply jaw-dropping.

Film cameras cram the room for the benefit of their US label Maverick and Muse put on an electrifying performance. Their music twists and burns with melancholy energy and rage, but has such incredible beauty at its core that it becomes irresistible. To hear instant classics such as 'Uno', 'Falling Down', 'Agitated', 'Unintended' and new single 'Cave', in such a small sweatbox is a privilege that the crowd will treasure when Muse are headlining stadiums in later years. Matt is consumed by the music, nearly eating the microphone and pouring out his soul with the passion and falsetto grace of Jeff Buckley. 'Fillip' in particular is like hearing the singing of angels.

AFTERWARDS THE OVER-WHELMED crowd stream out of the venue and Muse are ushered on to their impressive tour bus to film an interview for American TV. Chris then races home to catch a last night with his baby whilst Dom and Matt hit the bar with abandon. The party continues on the bus as we drive out of Exeter en-route for Liverpool.

The Deftones, Tom Waits, Nirvana and Travis jostle for space on the stereo, the road crew produce more weed than the annual harvest in Jamaica and the fridge downstairs is laden with beer from the band's rider. Matt grins with the knowledge of a fantastic show behind them and is for the first time utterly relaxed with 'the journo' in his midst. "Always glad to have smokers on board," he says by way of welcome as merchandise man Alain skins up another monster. It's an essential part of touring. "Yeah, hash, beer, the usual," laughs Matt. "Oh, and my computer. I like to keep in touch with the fans, you know," he chortles. "A towel is the most important thing." believes Dom. "I keep forgetting one. You go and have a shower and come out dripping, and…" "Clean clothes," interjects Matt. "I've had the same pants on, I've slept in them, for ooh… I don't want to think about it! I usually just buy new boxers." You should add socks and pants to your rider. Matt nods, "In America you can pretty much get what you want on your rider. Pants, socks, champagne, hardcore porn…" Dom: "Bags of weed…" Matt: "We were dealing away in Munich to Everlast, and he was forever grateful. We'd asked our record company to get a bit for us and they got us so much we had to share it around. Can't take it on planes, can we Dom?" Dom laughs a guilty laugh and decides it's time for bed. Considering we've already watched the sun rise somewhere past Bristol we agree and hunt down a spare bunk. Ahh, bliss…. Until 11.30am when we awake, fully clothed in what feels like an oven. Oh God, the wine, the beer, the drugs… Where are we?

IN A SERVICE STATION NEAR Manchester it transpires. Matt has gone to get some food and Yorkie, the driver has moved the bus. Result, one missing lead singer and Rick, the tour manager is non-too pleased. In fact. he's bawling out Yorkie and I'm scrabbling round for painkillers. When Matt is finally found he sits down for a quick chat which leads to their impending stardom.

"Things are getting quite surreal already," he tells me. "People keep talking about stardom, but surely a lot of bands get that, and then the album comes out and it flops… The thing we've got is we're aware of how it all works. We're hands on with the creative side, and we've learnt there's so much more. There's interviews and photos and artwork. In America the video is more important than the album and I sussed that out before we made any deals. I'm not interested in all the lawyers and meetings but you've got to have control over the creative side. If all you're interested in is the music then you're gonna get a bit shafted." Strange to hear such experienced words coming from someone with such an innocently gorgeous voice. Where did you learn to sing like that?

"I've only started to sing properly in the last two years. I was whispering before and I'd had enough of people telling us we had to get a new singer. We wrote 'Cave' and I realised the only way I could get that note was to give it some fucking nuts and it changed my vocal chords, doing that song at every gig. And y'know, that changed the way I wrote songs.

So have you been enjoying the tour? "Oh yeah, we've never played Liverpool before, and it's really nice to be playing to new people the whole time. Not so nice when those people are trying to rip the fuel caps off your bus and help themselves to the TV, video, fridge etc. "Keep the doors locked, " shouts drum tech Sean as we pull up at the Lomax. "There's some dodgy guys outside."

"THE LAST DAY OFF WE HAD I JUST HAD TO BE ALONE IN A ROOM, NAKED, REMEMBERING WHO I WAS" — MATT BELLAMY

THANKFULLY, THE BUS IS STILL THERE after the soundcheck and the band (Chris has arrived on the train) settle down to do another radio interview. In the tradition of all bands, there's promotion to fill the day, but a lot of time is spent sitting round with nothing to do. "I don't mind." Matt maintains, "it's more interesting than what I used to do - painting and decorating." Dom agrees. "Touring on a bus you're waking up in a different city every day. I went down to the Cavern club today. It's a weird little place. It had a metal model of John Lennon outside." Do you hang out with other bands a lot? "Not so much," says Matt. "At festivals you see lots of bands, but you don't hang out, you just look at them. You don't want to talk to them particularly. Mind you I did stand with Courtney Love and Brian Molko at the side of the stage to watch Bush in Germany. All you could hear backstage was Courtney's voice hollering around." Will you ever get that famous? "I think you need more than music for that kind of fame. You need to have had a life that's fucked up. A husband that shot himself…"

SO IF YOU DON'T WANT FAME, WHY do you do this? Is it for the lifestyle and the music? "I dunno," Matt says, with a self conscious laugh. "It's lack of faith, lack of religion, lack of spirituality in the world and we're trying to communicate with people. We're trying to start up something, a big cult. I haven't figured it out yet, but we're doing something big."

So what do you write about? (huge pause) "Um… it's big stuff. It's to do with deep emotional stuff."

So you're yet another writer of angst? "Erm, er…I wouldn't say angst. It's bigger than that!" Dom and Chris fall about laughing. Matt continues, "It's more like there's no religion, and what there is sucks, and because of that there's a big hole in our lives that we're all trying to fill up with computers and TVs and things like that. Playing the music is what fills the void for me."

Did you always want to be in a band? Chris: "God no, I wanted to be a surgeon. Cut up people, ha ha." Matt: "I wanted to be a paramilitary instructor, or a scuba diving instructor. Something that was outside. I couldn't do that nine to five thing." Do you miss your friends and family on tour? Especially Chris, now you have a kid. Chris nods, "Yeah, it's difficult, but it's what we've wanted to do for years." "You bring it upon yourself really," says Matt. "There are drawbacks there's not much personal time, the last day off we had I just had to be alone in a room, naked, remembering who I was (laughs)." Chris: "Wow, that's extreme. But there are more drawbacks in other jobs. The only drawback of being on tour is that you miss your family. Whereas in other jobs, you're like 'Fucking hell, I hate my job…"

Are your parents proud? Dom shakes his head slightly. "Mine are now. For a while it was tough. They kept asking. 'What are you doing?' They'd never been big music fans anyway. No one in my family was a musician and they had a lot of trouble grasping exactly what we were doing." Matt's had a happier time. "My mum was pretty fine. In fact, my mum told me to do this when she was really pissed. She was going 'I know the future.' It was really intense, I was only about 11, and I was going 'Fucking hell!' But I believed her." Chris: "We were lucky at High School 'cos it had a good music department, lots of equipment that we could use." Matt giggles loudly. "That's only 'cos Miss Bird fancied you, and she really fancied Dom and she hated me. She kissed your arse Dom. In fact we bumped into her the other day and she was kissing your arse all over again. I was like, 'Hey, what about me!' ha ha. There's so many people coming out of the woodwork now, who really hated us and they're all like, 'Oh, wow!""

Later on, before we take our leave of Muse, they lay waste to Liverpool with a devastating set. Ecstatic bursts of guitar fill the room as 'Sunburn' takes flight and during 'Escape' Matt hammers his guitar so much, the strings snap right off. Afterwards relaxing in the dressing room with a beer and a new bunch of converts downstairs, it seems that they're having the last laugh, over all their teenage detractors. Revenge is sweet!

ROADCREW

Alain Sullivan, merchandise. "I heard 'Unintended' and thought it was an instant number one. They're going all the way, nothing's going to stop them."

Sean Barret, monitor engineer & drum tech. "One night a girl was peeing against the bus and she couldn't see us 'cos of the black windows. It went on for ages. Bully and I nearly died laughing. We were very drunk."

Rick Wolkers, tour manager. "I used to do the sound at Exeter Cavern when they were really young. They're the only band I've ever lost my temper with, 'cos they trashed the stage and ruined another band's equipment."

Bully, guitar tech and 'miserable bastard'. "We've left other band members behind before. We once went miles before anyone noticed Chris had disappeared."

[mytipsyturvy]

One of the ‘must visit’ bars on my list was Tippling Club (@tipplingclub). The bar placed 43 on the World’s 50 Best Bars list last year, and its restaurant also made it on the World’s Best 50 Restaurants list as well, so if you’re in the mood of good food AND cocktails, this self-styled ‘gastro-cocktail destination’ is the place to be. However, I was only there for drinks, so if you’re looking for a review of its food, you’ll have to look elsewhere. But drinks-wise, Tippling Club really tickled my fancy indeed. My favourite part of the bar was the way they displayed their back bar stock of bottles - instead standing on shelves, they’ve tied a wire around the bottles and hung them up above the bar, which not only give the bar a pretty unique look, but also making it easy for guests to see what they have in stock. Its current menu is called ‘A Guide to Modern Drinking’, and features drinks inspired by drinks and music from different decades in the past. Only got to try one drink off the menu this time round though, the Get Up Everybody Get Up (Get Up), named after a Salt-N-Pepa song, which was basically a Dirty Martini with kampot pepper, grey goose vodka, and capers brine. Not a big fan of capers though, so the drink didn’t really resonate with me. I did prefer the off menu drinks we had - one a Boulavadier twist with absinthe, the other a no frills Vesper, which was pretty decent. All in all, Tippling Club lives up to ita reputation, and is definitely one I’d visit again to try more of their drinks. #tipsyturvybars #mytipsyturvy #singaporebars #sgcocktailbars #cocktails #cocktailbar #cocktails #tipsyturvycocktails (at Tippling Club) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpcg8FBpv9X/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[islifearecipe]

Tippling Club

Tippling Club Review 2022 Tippling Club Review 2022, owned and operated by Chef-Owner Ryan Clift, is situated at 38 Tanjong Pagar Road in Singapore. Is one of THE top 50 restaurants in Singapore and truly onceuponatime sg dining in my humble opinion. It is also one of the best Tanjong Pagar Bars because when you visit and enjoy some Tippling Club Cocktails you will see exactly what I mean. Keep…

[hector-sayinggoodbye]

Bonnie & Clyde || Hemelda

Bee’s bdrpwrimo 2020 ∟Day 27 —  Write either a flashback or a flashforward thread with another mun!

@riveraofstorms​

Somewhere in Mexico, six-ish years ago

This club was way too rich for Héctor’s blood. He was used to playing dingy little dive bars (and used to drinking in them too), those hole-in-the-wall type places that, even though they should’ve been closed down by the health inspector years ago, still served some good drinks and gave you a good time. Places where the bodies were crammed in and the drinks sloshed all over the place, as people tried to make room to dance, not... this.

A swanky, upper-class kinda joint that was reserved for businessmen and mid-tier cartel figures, where usually someone plunked away at a piano for hours on end whilst people chatted about stock prices and... well, Héctor didn’t even know. He did know that he had been very, very lucky to land this gig, playing soft, bastardized acoustic covers of old banda songs. It was sort of soul destroying, but the pay was good, and hey — he had free access to the bar.

And the bar was exactly where he was going at the end of his set, his guitar case in hand, a spring in his step. He’d just gotten his envelope full of cash and he was very much looking forward to spending it (though honestly, he would save some of it, he wasn’t that irresponsible — he had a dream to fund, here), though he was more than happy to get a little tipple for the road. He propped the case up against the bar and leaned against it himself, smiling at the cantinero behind the bar. 

“Tequila, por favor.” He said, just as he felt someone step up beside him, waiting for their turn to order. The barman’s gaze flicked over to them, and then flicked back again, doing a double take so comical it made Héctor turn to look, too, only to be met with potentially the most gorgeous woman he’d ever met. 

Once he’d picked his jaw up off the floor, metaphorically of course, he tried to play it cool. “Add whatever the lady’s having to my tab.” He nodded, turning to look at her. “What’s your poison?”

[virtuosin]

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Send 💗 to kiss my muse tenderly without explanation

It hadn’t been that long since they departed Shedola, though they hadn’t left under hospitable circumstances. They entered while a storm ravaged the planet’s surface, leaving little time then to restock or refuel, nor were they given the time of luxury to do so when leaving. And so, the unlikely pair ventured off into the dark abyss of space knowing a pitstop would be required soon, lest they float adrift, vulnerable and accessible for any raiders or--light forbid--Maroda. In truth, Sona eagerly awaited the next rest stop. She wasn’t restless of space travel, no. If anything, she had missed the languid flight through the cosmos. To fly in space was unlike anything she’d experienced before, and she hardly doubts the sentiment of adventure and discovery would fade any time soon. No, the reason why she was so anxious to land was to avoid being in a quiet space with a certain Ordinal for too long. She was his prisoner, so that should be expected, but...after Shedola, Sona was feeling great confliction. For the first time since being under his supervision, the Templar endured that nightmare--the vision of the future. It would leave her sobbing, shaking, unraveling without hope. Too used to the tormented experience was she to ask for help or confide in others about it. Habitually, she’d cover her mouth to muffle what little gasps she’d produce and sob silently in the night. Silently, isolating the heartache from sight. But not from Kayn. Somehow, he already knew she was distressed--perhaps his senses were so finely tuned that the shifting of her body alerted him first, or the subtle sounds of terror muffled into a palm. Whatever the case, he hadn’t approached her with malice or the intent to pry secrets from her while torn by her emotions. He held her. Tightly, with both arms tucking her body so close to his, he held her so she had no other choice than to cling desperately to his back and let it all out. She sobbed so hard that her throat ached. It was a woeful indicator of how repressed her anguish was, to have it all pour out against the Ordinal’s chest like that. But he had comforted her that night, something she didn’t think he was capable of. Sona uttered her thanks then, but in truth, she’s done her best to avoid thinking of his tenderness--all in vain, of course. At least she could stretch her legs and step away from Kayn, at least to a certain degree. The planet they happened upon was smaller in size, though you might not think it given the dense population of the city they landed in. It was modern enough for an edgeworld, appearing to be a smaller scale trading post compared to the one he had snatched her up at originally. Kayn had wandered off to get fuel and supplies arranged for the ship, but not before getting lodging secured. It sounded as though it would taken a night to have everything delivered that they desired, leaving them little choice than to hole up for the night in a hotel again. Sona would swallow hard at that news. Another night in a small room with Shieda Kayn. How perfect. He had told Sona he’d be an hour, and that she should not leave the room. It was a direct order, explicit, but when one hour turned to three, the Templar found anxiety dwelling in her heart. She may be his��‘prisoner’ but there was a modicum of concern held for the man, more than she wanted to think about. Whether they wanted to confess it, they were a team, leaning on each other out necessity--for the sake of survival. Mostly. “Kayn,” She grumbles in the room, pacing for the umpteenth time around the perimeter. What if he was found out as an Ordinal? Not may places in the edgeworlds appreciated the Empire. Surely, he wasn’t wearing his uniform and had left the eyepiece behind which helped disguise his appearance. Even so, the idea of Kayn taking this long was alarming. A man like him wouldn’t be this tardy without good reason, though none arise that aren’t riddled with conflict. Frustrations boiling over, Sona conceals her Ora markings and pulls her hair up into a large ponytail. Grabbing a nondescript cloak she’d been using before, the Templar would fasten it across her shoulders and head for the door. None would recognize her based on features alone. Her Templar regalia hid all her physical features for good reason, including her gold-tipped tresses of white. She felt comfortable enough taking a peek downstairs as is. This wasn’t Shedola--she needn’t dress the part of a man to blend in and avoid attention. So she thought. The main floor of the establishment was a bar--though perhaps calling it a night club would have been the better definition. There was an extensive amount of seating, waitresses dressed in skimpy uniforms, and patrons littering the open rotunda with sinful indulgences in hand. They must have come in close to opening hours because there were far more individuals occupying the space, many of whom were casting their gaze upon her. Doing her best to pay no heed to the eyes of vultures, Sona strode for the counter with an air of dignity and grace, chin elevated above the masses. Crossing the large expanse, the Templar flagged down the bartender and signed to them in hopes they’d understand her. He was an older gentlemen, human, one who seemed to pause at her hand gestures as if he didn’t comprehend it. Thankfully, he did. After a brief exchange, she learned that Kayn hadn’t returned since originally leaving, giving Sona even more reason to feel perturbed. This felt like a far more cruel mind game of his, but surely he would not test her like this--not after all they’ve endured thus far. Where in the universe was that damnable man and how dare he leave her fretting for this long? “Oi!” A boisterous voice comes from behind, causing Sona to shudder. She would have walked straight back to the stairs without acknowledging the source of that bellow, if she had been given such a choice. However, a thick hand smacks down beside her on the wooden countertop, causing several mugs and glasses to chitter against the surface. A large, pompous looking man, skin tan and decorated with various scars and black hair pulled into a topknot. Thick ring of smoke puffs out at Sona as he huffs the cigar, dragging out a look of displeasure from her. “Ya not from ‘round these parts, ey? Woulda remembered a face like yers~” He’d coo, coming to sit in the open chair beside her. That calloused hand would motion to the chair she stood beside, as if inviting her to sit, though her stiff posture made it obvious she’d do no such thing. Finding her stubbornness comical, he’d let out a roar of laughter and smack his knee. “Cat git yer tongue, girlie? Bahaha! C’mon, lemme buy ya a tipple o’ whatever yer heart desires!” “E-Er, I apologize, sir, but she-” The bartender begins meekly, doing his best to appear knightly but wilting in the face of this looming mass. After a quick glance toward Sona, he’d clear his throat and continue with a bit more strength than before. “The lady cannot speak...and she is awaiting her companion. I would ask you desist hassling our guest.” “Watchu mean she’s waitin’ fer a companion? Hah! I see no companion ‘roun ‘ere ‘cept fer me!” The man leans closer, the stench of tobacco and liquor revolting to her senses. Instinctively, Sona takes a step backwards, putting distance between her and this cretin--but something touches her back; then, a hand finds her shoulder. The next moment comes in a blur, but sadistically her mind experiences it in slow motion. There’s a force gripping her ponytail, yanking her head up and backwards with less force than she expects. There, towering over her is the man who’s been haunting her mind and future alike. Those eyes spoke of anger, but there seemed to be something pensive in his features. Before there is time to consider the meaning, the Ordinal dips down, claiming her lips without hesitation. It would elicit a tiny gasp from the barkeep as well as a grunt from the man beside her, but in truth Sona couldn’t hear a thing--not over the oppressive drumming of her heartbeat. It would have been one thing if it was a quick kiss, but no, that would have been too kind. It was deep, passionate, as if Kayn wanted to be as dramatic and over the top as possible with the display. Sona had been stunned by the tenderness, her body stiff with shock. Frustratingly, she felt her body melt apart, and despite her best efforts, she found herself pressing her mouth into his with equal force, reciprocating Kayn’s kiss. As if wakened from a trance, the kiss would break and a brief, tense moment occurred where they peered at each other. If she didn’t know any better, he seemed alarmed she’d kiss back, but there was...something smug to him. If only she realized why he smiled, but she hadn’t a clue how red her face was, or how breathless her expression became after their mouths departed. What came next should have been expected. “Oi!! Fuck off why donchya, ey?! I’m tryin’ to fuckin’--” WHAM!! In a fluid motion, Kayn steps around Sona and slams a fist in the center of this man’s face. A satisfying crunch echoes in the space, and a spray of blood goes flying across the countertop of the bar, staining mahogany a violent shade of red. The man gripped his face and leaned forward, as if he was going to throw a punch right back. With dexterous ease and a bored expression, Kayn deflected the blow with the back of his hand, though he pivots his hand to grip the other’s wrist, twisting it inward. With a well timed yank, Kayn would land an elbow strike against the man’s cranium before knocking him off that chair and onto the floor. A foot lands against his windpipe, applying a small amount of pressure to the throat--though with the way he wheezes, it’s apparent Kayn is taking sweet pleasure in applying more weight. “She is MY woman,” Kayn’s familiar cadence fiercely calls out to the man on the ground. “I would kill you for merely looking at her, but I’ve more pressing matters that need attending.” A quick side glance is offered to Sona, and for a moment, she feels a bolt of energy course through her body. What was this feeling? It wasn’t quite intimidation, but she felt even more anxious while under that glare of his. As if sensing her frazzled state, Kayn would plant a firm kick against the side of the man’s face--one that is done with far more grace than she thinks is physically possible--and turn towards Sona. A hand curls around her waist, fingers resting just over the side of a hipbone. With that grip, he guides her towards the stairs, as if escorting his beloved somewhere private for a tryst. She isn’t entirely sure what’s worse; the fact his eyes are molten with ire, or how roguishly handsome the curl on his lips is.

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Luck of a Loser: Chapter 1

The Losers Club had many traditions, and as they grew older, more and more were added. What started as habits became unspoken promises between them that were both essential and assumed by all 7 of them. From the inaugural first day of Summer being spent at the Quarry, to meeting for breakfast before their first day back at school. 

There was one tradition, when enacted upon for the final time, that changed everything. 

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The Losers were ringing in the New Year as they always did, in their clubhouse. This year was different as they’d challenged each other to swipe a bottle of booze from their respective parents for an extra special celebration. Eddie had reluctantly agreed, hoping he’d be able to find something that wouldn’t be missed by the watchful eye of his mother. He hit the jackpot when he found a dusty, forgotten bottle of sherry that was hidden at the back of a cupboard. The rest of the group had managed to collate a variety of different bottles, some half full, some not yet opened.

“Nice going guys! We have a respectable little bar going here!” Richie beamed as he flipped a plastic cup in the air, catching it expertly. “What’s your poison?” he asked Eddie, leaning on the makeshift bar looking a little too much like a seasoned bartender. 

“Uhhh I dunno, something sweet?” Eddie replied, he’d drunk alcohol before but only beer. He wasn’t a fan of the bitter taste that everyone seemed to love so much, but he was feeling the buzz of excitement in the air and was keen to join in. 

“Naturally” Richie winked and began mixing various different spirits - he was moving so quickly Eddie could barely work out what he was adding. A splash of rum - provided by Ben, a tipple of the gin Stan brought and a generous drop of Bev’s tequila. It was when he went to add a shot of the cheap vodka Richie himself had contributed, that Eddie intervened. 

“Whoa Rich are you trying to kill me? How strong is that?! I said SWEET” Eddie began to rant, Richie grinned and winked again “Trust me, Eds”. Eddie looked unamused but his curiosity and the fact that he truly did trust his friend kept him from protesting further. Richie topped off the potion with a can of Diet Coke, carefully tilting the cup as he poured to prevent it from fizzing over. He grabbed a straw and placed it in the drink with a flourish before holding it out to Eddie. 

Eddie hesitantly took the cup from him and placed his lips around the straw. He took a sip, expecting the bitter flavours of the spirits to burn his tongue, to his surprise he could barely taste any alcohol at all and the sweet flavours coated his taste buds as he swallowed. 

“H-how did you do that? There must be so much booze in this but I can barely taste it” Eddie asked dumbfounded, eagerly taking another sip. 

“Easy there Spaghetti - there is! I just know you don’t like the strong stuff much so I made you an Eds-friendly cocktail” Richie’s eyes didn’t completely meet Eddie’s as he said this, and he kept his hands busy by fixing himself a drink. 

Eddie didn’t recall ever sharing this fact with his friend, and became conscious that he was too easy to read. If his friends could figure out details like his preference in beverage without him telling them, what else had they deciphered? He had always had very little control over his face when emotions surfaced, he could put a mask on or paper a smile on his lips when required, but it took concentration. If he was caught off guard or forgot himself, his face disobeyed him and told the world how he really felt in that moment. Eddie was eased out of his reverie by Richie still jabbering on as he worked.  “I’m limiting you to two so make the most of it, they’re stronger than you realise and I don’t want you getting too out of it”

Eddie rolled his eyes at this. It wasn’t unusual for Richie to says stuff like this to him. Richie was by far the most irresponsible of the Losers, at times even reckless, but when it came to Eddie he was different. He was cautious, protective and caring in ways he never was when it came to his own wellbeing.

“Whatever Trashmouth, you’re just worried that after a few drinks I’ll be the life of the party and steal all of the attention away from you" 

“Eds you wound me” Richie feigned offence by taking in a shocked gasp and placing his hand on his chest “I’ve gotta see this party-animal Spaghetti you’ve got hidden in there, you’ve been holding out on us”. His eyes shone with impish pleasure as they always did when he was teasing his best friend. His expression changed as he seemed to realise something, as though a penny had finally dropped. Eddie was quick to notice and said “What’s wrong?” Eddie asked, concern coating his newly broken voice. 

“Did no one notice?” Richie said calmly, and at this he had the rest of the Loser’s attention.

“What?” Ben chimed in, looking around the clubhouse cautiously expecting something to be out of place. Bill’s stance had changed instinctively to defensive at the change in tension in the room. 

Richie backed slowly away from the bar, his friend’s bodies turning to watch him as he did so, increasingly on edge at this shift in behaviour. 

Richie suddenly broke into his biggest shit-eating grin and leapt back into the vacant hammock “That you guys were so focused on getting shitfaced no one called the best spot in the clubhouse!” 

The collective groan from his friends fueled Richie as much as their protests of “Fucking Trashmouth” and “You asshole, you had me worried” did. He sat triumphantly swinging in his sneakily conquered throne. He turned his face to Eddie, who was still sipping his new favourite drink and smiling smugly, “What are you so happy about Eds? You don’t think I’m gonna share do you?”

“Oh I think you might consider making space for me” Eddie laughed. He picked up Richie’s abandoned cup from the bar, gently shaking it in his direction, “You forgot something”.

“Fuuuuuck” Richie cursed, but with very little persuasion he made a small amount of room on the hammock and tapped the fabric, inviting him to join him “Fine, but bring supplies with you as I don’t plan on moving until next year.” 

Eddie scoffed at the awful New Years Eve joke, but obliged. Ignoring the beer that Bill had brought and he grabbed the whisky Mike had stolen from his dad and a couple more cans of Diet Coke. He placed them on the floor, within easy reach of Richie and started to gently lower himself into the other side of the hammock.

“There’s no graceful way to get in a hammock Eds”, Richie teased and pulled his friend into place, causing the fabric to swing steadily. Eddie blushed and adjusted his position carefully before gently swiping his socked foot into Richie's face. "Asshole" Eddie mumbled, but he leaned back, feeling content with the softly swinging motion, the warmth from his friend beside him and the excitement of possibility rippling through his body. 

He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, or the anticipation that always filled the air this time of year, but he was hopeful that maybe this year, for the first time, he may receive a kiss at midnight.

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Ok so this is my first fic so any feedback is much appreciated! I’ve been reading all the amazing feedback here and on AO3 and the decline in Reddie content has spurred me on to write my own! 

Also I’m fairly new to Tumblr so any tips would be appreciated!

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Post 8 Facts About Your Muse

Then Tag 8 People to Do the Same.

1) There’s a common misconception about him that goes round among his associates on the less legal side of Ron’s life - specifically among new ones. It’s that, because of his mental condition, Ron’s a bit slow on the uptake; a bit lost in his head all the time; a bit safe to chat near without worry of him taking in what’s being said. This misconception has been the cause of a great deal of bodily harm to those who, stupidly, decided to flap gums about Ron himself while he was in earshot.

2) One of the easiest was to tell Ronnie from his twin brother Reggie - discounting the bit of extra bulk Ron carries in his shoulders and his middle, and the glasses he habitually wears - is the little mole he has under his jaw that Reggie doesn’t. 

3) Ronnie once caught a ne'er-do-well spiking a woman’s drink at one of his clubs. He pinned the malefactor between himself and the bar and forced him to drink down the doctored tipple, then had him dragged out the back and beaten unconscious. Later, he picked up the woman’s tab for the rest of the night in recompense for her near miss with danger, and made sure she made it safely to her taxi at the end of her night.

4) Say what you will about the Kray Twins - call ‘em crims or ruffians, bastards, beggars, thieves or worse - but nothing, and I mean nothing parts a London club crowd like the sight of the pair of them departing as one, shoulder to shoulder.

5) Ronnie and his twin Reg each have a base of operations that they use as they please - Ronnie’s is The Sole Trader; a corner pub that sits right on Bethnal Green Road in London, E2, and Reggie’s is The Carpenter’s Arms, just a road or two away. For Ronnie The Trader is something of a Haven - a hideaway where work and normal life don’t mix even a little. Reggie though keeps his cards closer to his chest - his gangstering making more of a mark at The Carpenter’s.

6) Ron has been known to play up how far away his mind is of a given moment, to give an opponent the wrong impression about who between them is being manipulated. Much as he loathes being seen as impaired - for he’s not really - its given him many an advantage during illegal dealings.

7) Thanks to his legal profession as a publican, Ron’s developed quite the palate for all sorts of liquors. He’s been known to frequent tastings all over the country - though chiefly in London - and enjoys hobnobbing with folks who can appreciate tastes like he can.

8) His legal trade has also given Ron a quick mind for certain sorts of mathematics. He’ll never be a high flying statistician, but he can do all his basics very well and very, very quickly without need of paper or calculator.

Tagged by: NO ONE! I stole this from @riggsanity

Tagging: @hislittledxll, @the-solomons, @quietgrxce and all of my other pals who’d like to play!

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Later, he found out, itwas because of some party favour. He hadn’t really been able to draw out of theangel precisely how the situation had unfolded, because he’d ended up very shyand embarrassed in the aftermath, especially because Crowley had seen him[1], but—

But from what Crowley could glean, it was all to do with a party favour.They’d wanted to include him in the game, he’d agreed, and once they’d spun thebottle, and rolled the nice, that had been the favour, and Aziraphale had donehis best to be polite about it, but the young man had been - in Aziraphale’swords - dreadfully insistent, my dear, and so put out at the prospect ofrefusal. It hardly seemed the done thing, to say no.

Crowleywalked into the Hyacinth and Vine, up and into the little upstairs room thatwas even more firm about being members only than the main part of the bar, and itwas a little past midnight at night. They’d allowed him in, recognising him as Mr Fell’s good friend[2],and he hadn’t knocked as he’d entered the little bar, stepping in and lookingfor the familiar ring of men, drinking their genteel drinks and chatteringabout literature or music.

Theymostly looked about the age of Aziraphale’s vessel, in their fifties, sixties,but one or two of the young ones was occasionally allowed upstairs, if heshowed himself to be particularly erudite...

Orparticularly playful.

Thisboy was one of them, some slip of a thing scarcely past twenty-five, a graduatefrom Cambridge, with thin legs and thin arms and a heart-shaped face, withcherry lips and a little waist. Half of Aziraphale’s club was in love with him:he mostly seemed interested in Aziraphale himself, although according to theangel, he’d never made advances. 

Crowleyhad been taught his name several times, and spitefully forgot it each time he sawhim.

Therewas nothing wrong with the lad, per se, but Crowley dislikedit, when he got too friendly with the angel, when he got him too bogged down intalking about philosophy or music or ethics or romance... He was especially insufferable,asking Aziraphale about romance. Aziraphale always acted oblivious.

Initially,Crowley stepped forward, looked at the easy circle of men lounging in theirarmchairs or upon settees: Aziraphale was sitting, as he usually did, in anespecially plump, overstuffed couch made of green cloth.

Hedidn’t see Crowley as he looked in. Conversation was going on around him,talking about some new show, a musical one, but Aziraphale wasn’t concentratingon that, either: his gaze was angled downward, on Cherry Lips, who was on hisknees between Aziraphale’s.

Crowleystopped short, his wine glass clutched tightly in his hand.

He triedto convince himself that he was mistaken, that the dark lenses of hissunglasses were playing a trick on him, that the boy had dropped an earring, ora toy, or something. That wasn’t it.It was unmistakable, much as Crowley would like to mistake it as otherwise.

CherryLips was kneeling, his pretty fingers splayed on Aziraphale’s thighs[3], and his mouth was wrappedaround Aziraphale’s cock, his head bobbing as he dragged his lips over the shaft,as he sucked at it. His pale skin,much paler than Crowley’s – the stupid man looked anaemic, he was so damned pale – was flushed pink with exertion,and Aziraphale—

Oneof Aziraphale’s hands was gripping tightly at the arm of the sofa, but theother hand, the other of Aziraphale’slovely, plump, elegant hands, was hovering just over Cherry Lips’ dark hair,like he wanted to fist in it, and couldn’t bear to actually muss him up. Thefingers tightened into a fist, and he heard Aziraphale let out a soft moan.Crowley’s whole body thrilled, with fury, and then with… another emotion. A hotone that seemed to ripple beneath his skin.

Helooked…

Crowleyhad never seen Aziraphale have sex before.

Hewasn’t really aware, until now, that sex was on the table for an angel. It didn’tseem right, for him to have sex, to have—

Toenjoy it!

Aziraphale’srounded cheeks were flushed bright pink, and his eyes were screwed up tightlyas he breathed heavily, and Cherry Lips reached up, the bastard, the little bastard, and dragged Aziraphale’s handinto his hair.

Crowleywas aroused.

Desperately aroused. His cock was hard in his trousers, and he didn’t even know whathe wanted, only that when he watched Aziraphale getting blown, he wanted: he wanted to grab Cherry Lipsand hurt him, throw him out of the way, wanted to get on top of the angel andgrind against him, kiss him, bitehim, bite, bite, bite—

“Oh!”Aziraphale said, and Crowley heard Cherry Lips hum as Aziraphale looked down athim, his fingers now entangled in the young man’s dark locks, gripping at themtightly, and Cherry Lips moaned around his cock as if he enjoyed it, as if heenjoyed Aziraphale pulling his hair, repositioning his mouth to his pleasure…Crowley imagined it. On his knees, in front of the angel, Aziraphale’s hand— “Oh,my dear, dear boy, you really mustn’t— oh,my dear, if you do that I really will—”

Thenoise was wonderful.

Asoft noise, as much a sigh as a moan, and Aziraphale’s head tipped back as helet it out, as Cherry Lips swallowed him down, and Crowley watched the way hedid it, watched the way he leaned back on his heels, gave Aziraphale along-lashed look from softly brown eyes, and said, “Did you like it, Ezra?”

Ezra!

Ezra!

Callinghim by his forename, the little—

“Thatwas— Lovely,” Aziraphale said, a little awkwardly, and Cherry Lips smiled at him,moving to stand as Aziraphale hurriedly tucked away the evidence of his makingan effort, and then he said, because it was Aziraphale, “thank you, dear.”

“I’mgonna get a drink,” Cherry Lips purred. “Can I get you something?”

“Oh,no, no, I hardly think so, I’ve my tipple right here,” Aziraphale said,gesturing to his sherry, and Cherry Lips turned on his heels. When he sawCrowley, he smiled, and it was the smile that did it. A superior smile, alittle smug quirk of his lips, the chin raising: he smiled at Crowley as if he’dwon something, as if he’d taken something Crowley wanted.

Crowleysipped at his wine, and moved directly forward.

“Oh,”Aziraphale said, as Crowley dropped heavily into his lap. “Anthony, I didn’t realize you were—”

Crowleykissed him savagely, licked into the angel’s mouth and tasted nothing but thesweetness of his cherry, and Aziraphale let out a dizzy noise, one of his handssettling clumsily on Crowley’s lower back.

Helooked hazy when Crowley pulled back, his eyes defocused, his lips parted. “Isthat— Is that how we’re greeting one another now, my dear?” he asked in a lowvoice, too out of it to be truly stern.

“Yesss,”Crowley said.

“Farbe it from me to argue,” Aziraphale said, and opened his mouth to continue, butCrowley squeezed his hips with his knees, and he kissed him again, wound hisfingers in Aziraphale’s wan curls and kissed him until his jaw hurt.

Hemade sure Cherry Lips saw.

[1] And, Crowley often thought, when he was feeling particularlybitter, rightly so.

[2] How little they knew!

[3] The bastard was aflautist, and he had elegant fingers for the purpose, that looked as if they’dbeen made of painted porcelain. Crowley, not ordinarily an especially violentdemon, always felt they looked satisfying to break.

[forextrendyscanner]

The Best Clubs in Corpus Christi

Corpus Christi is a well-known place located in Texas, and you will locate here a lot of grilled food. The barbeque is the specialized of the very best clubs in Corpus Christi, as well as you are mosting likely to have a large food selection in almost all the nightspots out right here for food, and also therefore you can consider best Corpus Christi nightlife. Nonetheless, it's not just food certainly and you can appreciate here numerous great pricey and also actually all ranges of scrumptious alcoholic drinks that are the unique ones branded under these nightspots in Corpus Christi names and also hence, you will not locate these alcoholic drinks anywhere else. Do you recognize the motif of American nightlife society? Yes, it's the society that encourages people to consume, pay attention and dance to the songs for alleviating the anxiety. We, the Americans work heavily and also for this reason are quite worried after 6 pm. We are also stressed out often as a result of the family members as we do look after our loved ones also. Pals are more precious for us than even our lives, and also their pain makes us also sadder and stressed. Maintaining all these things in mind, now all cities in the United States have the clubs. Corpus Christi has a lengthy checklist of nightlife. People come right here to eat, dance, listen to songs and see their favorite shows with the crowd. You need to recognize that we have a long listing of nightspots in Corpus Christi. We will be reviewing several of the leading nightclubs of Corpus Christi out right here. Do take a look at these dance halls in Corpus Christi. They are quite remarkable. You can constantly delight in at the Corpus Christi bars as they are remarkable. The midtown Corpus Christi night life is particularly quite a interesting and also unique one. 

Let's go over several of the leading night clubs in Corpus Christi TX. These are highly popular nightlife in the corpus.

The Post at Lamar Park

This is the paradise hideaway made by James and also Susan Gonzales. They wished to come up with something different for the Corpus Christi, as well as the look of this night spot as well as its uniqueness is good enough to confirm that they have actually done well in their mission. Ask for the Lobster Truffle Mac as well as Cheese, and you will certainly love these as the bite will certainly strike your palate. The funnel cake fire is additionally quite an awesome one, and all the moment you can listen to the songs too. Hence, you are going to take pleasure in the celebration out below, and that makes this set of the very best clubs in Corpus Christi Texas. If you intend to invent your own journal on night life then go here.

Allow's talk about the second one now, as well as this set is great also. We are going to talk about your house of Rock The House of Rock Texas is just one of the most effective and also most in-demand bars in Corpus Christi. Allow's check out it.

House of Rock

This night life was developed on July 28th, 2005 in the mid of downtown region of Corpus Christi. It's a great place to delight in online music and also amusement. You could book this nightlife for a wedding reception, events, as well as charity events along with much more. The nightspot now has its cooking area too, and also you could obtain right here Pizzas, sandwiches, assorted appetisers and also fresh salads. The cooking area is opened seven days a week as well as you will certainly not locate the cover charges out below. The night spot is understood for local, nationwide and also regional touring acts as well as is one of the most effective places that can be the best pic for nightlife. You will like listening to live music out below. You will certainly locate several dancing clubs in Corpus Christi though this is the unique one and a have to check out.

If you are searching for the dancing lounges in Corpus Christi TX, then you should seek the nightlife that are being pointed out below. They are rather impressive and you will certainly constantly locate them in the best form.

The Redfish Willie's Waterfront Grill

This is the award-winning laid-back relaxed design or a night of fine dining where you could delight in several of the most outstanding seafood, hen, pasta, sandwiches along with Cajun recipes that are being served out right here by Chef Jeremy that also takes place to be the owner of this great night life. This is an acclaimed area, and also you could likewise enjoy below online music on Friday and Saturday. The top quality of the food that is being served below is always rather remarkable and you are mosting likely to love the top quality of the food. You will certainly enjoy the Rock the Dock watercraft show that is being organized out right here. It's among the very best lounge in Corpus Christi, and also you will rarely locate a far better location compared to this though, Corpus Christi is loaded with clubs that make the night life in Corpus Christi TX to be an incredible one.

You will certainly find a lot of rap night spots in Corpus Christi as well, as well as these all are awesome. It's a jargon city, and also you will certainly admire the food that is being served out below. You will certainly rarely locate a night spot that is comparable to this certainly, the Redfish Willie's Waterfront Grill night spot that is among the most fantastic lounges in the area. Night life in the corpus are incredible. The corpus night life is great as well as liked by all. The real-time music Corpus Christi Texas that plays out right here is unique as well as special one.

Alamo Draft residence

This is possibly the most effective theater in the city, as well as you could make use below food in addition to numerous juicy drinks that are going to drive you crazy. The top flicks from Hollywood are being showcased below, as well as you will not discover a bar that is as good as this one. The hearty grub as well as the elegant tipples are going to drive you insane, and you will not locate the bourbon boring any time. Eat right here in Kingman design. You will never fell short of food as well as delicious drinks right here.

You could find a great deal of online bands in Corpus Christi Texas playing songs in numerous lounges, as well as while you select any type of nightclub, after that you should search for a listing of past live band shows that has actually been arranged in those nightclubs. It's one of the best night life certainly that showcases a great deal of live bands, and also therefore you need to look for the real-time bands.

Those clubs are the most effective club in Corpus Christi, as well as you must pick these. You will certainly discover several dance halls in Corpus Christi Texas also. The time has actually altered throughout past ten years, and also currently you will find many new nightlife in Corpus Christi also. The night spots midtown Corpus Christi has constantly been wonderful. The dance bars in Corpus Christi Texas is an impressive one. Also, the Latin cocktail lounge in Corpus Christi Texas are outstanding destinations too. We will certainly be discussing a whole lot more nightspots in Corpus Christi soon too.

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The Week Ahead 4/2-4/8

Manifest, dream, shop, DRINK! This week has all of the above and then some, so before you make plans to call it a night or have a chill one, think again. This city was made for exploring and enjoying. Thank us later...

$29 Adult Egg Hunt: Cocktails, Games, Easter Bunny & More 

Walk, run, hop - no matter how you arrive to The Adult Egg Hunt at The William Vale, get ready for an Easter Sunday full of fun, flavor, and festivities sure to create unforgettable memories, especially when you round up your besties! The creative energy and vibrant beauty will elevate your afternoon as you get ready for the big hunt. As you scavenge in search of eggs, keep an eye out for the "Golden Egg," which holds the biggest prize, that being a one night stay at The William Vale! Other eggs will hold other goodies, so keep your eyes open and ready to explore every nook & cranny. To add to the fun, you'll swig on classic brunch cocktails, keeping the fun going with lawn games for some friendly competition, and snapping pics with the Easter Bunny. We're all ears for this hop-tastic soirée...

Score Big on Sophisticated Pieces from Urban Zen

Urban Zen will be hosting the ultimate sample sale! From cozy and casual to city sleek, you will be able to find 60%-70% off women's apparel with a mix of accessories and home decor. This winter sample sale will help you find transitional pieces and get stocked for next year as well!

$39 After Dark Ticket: Immersive Art Experience + Wines & Beers

"Unleash your inner Alice and genuinely immerse yourself in Alexa Meade’s fantastical ‘Wonderland Dreams’" - so says Forbes when applauding the jaw-dropping immersive art experience. Upgrade your date night or create everlasting memories with your pals at Wonderland Dreams After Dark - think wine, beers, and getting your hands dirty in an unforgettable way! You'll get to enjoy the exhibit up-close and personal, becoming one with the exhibit's spectacular hand-painted creations, playing with oversized props, marveling at visual illusions, and feeling the magic - literally, with your hands! Once you've had your fill of the 26,000-square-foot exhibit, you'll get your fill of sips as you savor a glass of your favorite tipple. Once you've sipped, you'll tap into your creative side, using paints & tools provided to add a splash of color & style to a paintable object. From the moment you enter, you'll understand why “we’re all mad here"...

Join Cacti Wellness and Astrid & Miyu for a Mindful Evening

Astrid & Miyu is partnering with Cacti Wellness to co-host their first ever Manifestation and Goal Setting Workshop! Join them for complimentary welcome drinks and food, which will be followed by the interactive workshop, discounted shopping and goody bags!

$29 Open Bar Ticket To The Immersive Copacabana Disco Party

A night of passion, nostalgia, & tropical allure will transport you to another world at The Immersive Copacabana Party at Copacabana, where you'll get lost in groovy feels as the venue brings back to life the sounds, sights, and rhythms of the iconic Copacabana. Toss back a complimentary Ola Tropical Welcome Shot as you enter into this blast from the past, taking a musical voyage supplied by the world-renowned Copacabana resident DJs Lucho and Elmer G. Channel your inner “Brazilian Bombshell” with your most tropical Carmen Miranda-inspired look, or manifest your favorite disco goddess in honor of the infamous '70s club, imbibing on endless libations amidst Brazilian scenes and palm trees - an island oasis awaits! And when all that dancing works up an appetite, bite into flaky, buttery empanadas. As the song goes, "Music and passion were always in fashion, at the Copa, Copacabana!"

Stoney Clover Lane Sample Sale

Stoney Clover Lane is about to be your new favorite accessory brand! They keep fashion and fun at the forefront of all their designs and have a vast colorway for very individual style! Shop up to 70% off their various accessories, totes, make-up bags and more!

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INTERVIEW WITH JEFF SCOTT # 6 ( 2022 )

“I honestly feel like I dug deep with these songs, they feel more raw. It’s probably the most honest I’ve been in a long time.”

Three years after ‘Electric Hymns’ James Ellis is finally releasing a new collection of lyrics to the world. “There’s been a lot of changes in that time,” he tells Jeff Scott, “and that set me thinking a lot about the past and what comes next.”

IT’S A CRISP, sunny mid-September morning in Swansea Bay. I’m sat outside The Secret Beach Bar & Kitchen, which is set beside the coastal path and overlooks the idyllic beachfront. The sky above the sea is dotted with long flat clouds, broken sunlight seeping through. Nearby the squawking of seagulls fills the air, competing with the constant hum of traffic along busy Mumbles Road, just a stone’s throw away from the Swansea Cricket/ football club and Victoria Park.

Gathering my notes I spot the familiar figure of James Ellis approach, navigating the walkers, joggers and cyclists, coming from the direction of Singleton Park. He nods my way and smiling enters the café, emerging minutes later with what he calls his “latest tipple“, a Coke Zero.

We smile, I stand, we shake hands, we sit, we share news.

If you’re not new here you’ll know we’ve met many times before, going back to 2015. You’ll also know we’ve collaborated on a book ‘The Art Of Over Thinking’ ( incidentally now about to be updated with a second volume ) and each time he finishes something new we do this, I interview him in a place of his choosing. I’ve interviewed him about his books, his comics, and of course why we’re here today, his lyrics.

The amount of ‘songs’ he’s written recently reached something of a milestone, now standing at 400. That’s 26 official collections and 6 volumes of what are basically the written equivalent of outtakes. Next year marks the 20th anniversary of his first collection, 2003’s ’Hear The Silence.’ For 19 years now he’s been putting these collections together, all of which are now on his official Tumblr page ‘My Past Pages.’

As ever I strive to get into the more personal side of things, as ever he’s elusive, but as we talk I find he’s more open than previously, willing to dig deeper, something that’s been a continuing thing for him.  

Q. It’s been three years since your last collection, 2019’s ‘Electric Hymns,’ easily the longest gap you’ve had. Was a there a reason for that?

Well, to be honest I wasn’t even sure if there would be another one. When we last spoke I had some vague ideas but nothing solid. I honestly wondered if I was done. And if I was, quite frankly, I was okay with that. I had the lyrics for 378 songs at that point, that’s a good run.

I always figured I’d still write the odd song here and there when I felt the need to get something out of my system, but for a long while I had no desire to do another collection. A few times I thought I might start up again but it never turned into anything and other things took my attention.

Q. Was there a particular triggering factor that set you on the path again?

There were a few. I think what happened is that there had been a lot of things building over time, bubbling up inside me until I felt a real need to write about them. I’ve always had a good sense of when it’s time.

A few months into this year I really felt a strong pull back toward lyric writing. I guess it was just time, it’s as simple as that sometimes. I just felt I had more in me. It also coincided with me gravitating back toward music in a big way, not that it’s ever not a constant presence, but I really felt a need to explore it again, especially artists and albums I’d often heard about but never got around to listening to.

Spring was ending and summer was beginning and it all came together. I even called it my Summer of Song. I just took a deep dive, Grateful Dead, Ryan Adams, Eagles, Pretenders, Sam Fender, Belle & Sebastian, Counting Crows, Creedance Clearwater Revival, The Fall, to name but a few. I wanted to listen to back catalogues that were new to me, that would inspire me, and really spur me on in my writing.

Q. When you first started wasn’t it going to be a sequel of sorts to ‘When The Sky Fell Down’? You mentioned that idea back in 2019.

Yeah, that’s how it began too. ‘When The Sky Fell Down’ went from my birth up to 2009, so the idea was to follow up it by covering 2010 to 2022. In fact, some of the ‘sound effects’ on songs like ‘Welcome To The Big Sky’ are remnants of that idea. I was only a few songs in when that approach started to feel not right for what the collection was becoming. I wasn’t exactly sure what it was but I knew it wasn’t that.

Q. The theme of ‘Electric Hymns’ was about trying to be in the moment, celebrating the good things in life. It feels to me like these songs are about taking stock, about accepting past mistakes and trying to do better going forward. Would you say that’s fair?

Completely fair. I think a part of that sequel idea not working is I felt I’d already written about a lot of that stuff, and at the same time I wanted to write about what I was feeling now and how the past fed into that. If anything I was trying to write in a vacuum, trying to let the words flow straight from my head without over thinking too much.

I honestly feel like a dug deep with these songs, they feel more raw, a naked kind of feel. It’s probably the most honest I’ve been in a long time.  

Q. When we last spoke you mentioned the idea of doing a collection of more narrative driven songs. Did that move ahead at all?

I did briefly play with that, as well as maybe doing a collection of political songs but ultimately I don’t think that’s where my strength lies.

Q. Something you did go back to though was multi-part songs, something you haven’t done since 2010‘s ‘Kings Of Desolation Avenue.’

Yeah, that was partly me thinking along the lines of it being a sequel to ‘When The Sky Fell Down’ but mostly it because I’d missed doing them.

Q. You told me recently that there was a lot of trial and error, that you just ended up figuring out what this collection was as you went along. You also mentioned a few things got left off the final version.

Only a few. If it had been a shorter collection I would have been left with a bunch of them. Actually I did briefly consider splitting the whole thing into two separate collections but it didn’t feel right. There were just three left over, ‘You Think You Know Me,’ ‘A National Anthem’ and ‘Echo Of Your Footsteps.’ the first two felt completely out of place. ‘You Think You Know Me’ was an angry little punk song and ‘A National Anthem’ was kind of a protest song, which felt just a bit too similar to ‘The Last Fierce Charge’ from ‘Electric Hymns.’ Neither felt quite right or finished, and some parts just didn’t scan right either, but ‘Echo Of Your Footsteps’ is ready to be released though.

Q. What happened to the stuff you had left over from ’Electric Hymns‘?

A few of them are almost finished but none of them felt like they fitted thematically. The ones close to being done are ‘Saints Of Modern America’ a multi-part song, ‘Just Like Tom Petty’ and ‘Cry Like A child.’ I’m still keen to get them finished and released at some point.

Q. Can you talk about the title of the collection ‘On The Outside Looking In.’

Well, that came quite early on. It was also the first song I wrote back in May. When I came up with it I immediately thought it might make a good title overall, and as I wrote more songs it really began to feel like it encompassed what I thought this collection was turning into. It’s about me, how I’ve always felt slightly removed from life in a lot of ways, but it’s also about how I view those things from where I am.

Oddly enough, while I was finishing the last song, ‘The Sound Of Waves’ I nearly changed the title. It was almost called ‘The Art Of Self Deception.’

Q. It’s a good title.

Yeah, but it didn’t feel like it fitted thematically overall, and anyway that title in still in there, as part of ‘The Sound Of Waves’ so that’s okay.

Q. And with this collection you’ve written the lyrics for your 400th song.

Yeah, I’m not sure I’ve even properly processed that. It’s an odd thing, I never thought there’d be this many back when I started this in 2003. Not all of them are great but I suppose I should be proud of getting this far, having pride in myself has never come easily though. ( laughs )

Q. There’s 21 songs on this collection, two of them multi-part, was it always the intention for it to be almost the double the normal length?

Like I said, there’d been a lot bubbling away the last few years and as it turns out there was a lot more than I thought and the words just kept coming. It didn’t slow down for a long time and I just went with it.

I originally thought it might be about 12 or 13 songs, like the last three collections, but when I began I realised I had enough ideas for about 15, then properly into it that grew to 17, then 19, and finally to 21.

They’re quite dense songs too, which is what I was after, there’s only two shorter songs. I felt myself drawn toward something more wordy, at least more so than the last few collections. If you go by the word count it’s probably the longest collection I’ve written in 19 years.

Q. Can you talk a little about your official Tumblr page ‘My Past Pages.’

Yeah, judging by the feedback it seems to be going pretty well. I’ve spent more time on it this year. With other projects taking up all my time the last few years the whole lyric side of things was starting to feel like a neglected child, especially with no new material coming out.

When I returned to it I had a definite plan about the things I wanted to do, how I could maybe change it up a bit, make it more interesting for both the reader and myself. For the longest time I don’t think I’ve valued this side of myself as much as I should. To continue the  metaphor the lyric side has often felt like the lesser child, lost among the books and the comics. As I’ve gone through my past collections recently that now seems totally unfair and I want to give the lyric side of things their due, give them more respect than I have in the past.

Q. This year you finally released the full length versions of the ‘conceptual collections’ as you call them for the first time online. ‘Age Of The Restless Heart,’ ‘Songs Of All Our Yesterdays,’ ‘When The Sky Fell Down,’ ‘The Dream Parade’ and ‘Kings Of Desolation Avenue’ are now available on ‘My Past Pages.’

Yeah, again I think that was about me finally having a greater respect for what I’ve achieved over the years. I put a lot of work into making those collections work as a cohesive whole and it felt right for those songs to finally be seen in their proper context the way they were intended. They were always meant to be read together as they told a story.

Q. Something we’ve often talked about is your continued fascination with the artistic merging of music and words and photography.

Yeah, it’s not something I’ve talked about in interview before though. No special reason, it’s just never come up. It’s never to the forefront of what I do but it’s always there. For me it’s an integral part of ‘My Past Pages’ as I like how an image can evoke a certain feeling. 9 times out of 10 the image that accompanies a song on the page is there specifically because that image inspired the words in some way.

It’s a vital part of the writing process for me. I always have an image of an artist in front of me, something that captures the feeling I’m after. When I’m visualizing the music to the words I’m writing and it maybe falls into the realm of say someone like Frank Turner, then I’ll usually have an image of him in front of me. It helps me tap into a particular kind of vibe I’m after. It’s the same as listening to certain music as I write, it’s not so much the song but what it brings up for me.

It’s not just the creative side of it though, there’s just an indefinable feeling I get from photography that I can’t explain, especially rock photography, especially black and white, that takes me to a certain place.

Q. And of course that love of rock photography brings us to album covers.

Yes, it’s always fascinated me how the very best covers encompass the overall feel of a collection of songs, how they evoke a time and a place, and are a snapshot of the thematic ideas held within those songs.

Q. Which leads us to the recently revised covers of your lyric collections.

Well, the idea was always to emulate the album format, sans the music of course, and I followed that through with the covers. I wanted them to evoke that same idea, to give a sense of the themes inside.

Working on ‘My Past Pages’ recently I had a similar feeling to what I did with releasing the full length collections. It just felt a shame the covers had never been widely seen as they only existed in physical form. I just decided it was time I got them properly out into the world.

Q. You once said you thought you had about 25 collections in you, that you‘d always felt that. Now you’ve completed your 26th do you think this is always going to be something you’ll come back to?  

You know, there were always times when I wondered if I had more in me to say, but now, well, yeah, I’ll always come back to them. It’s something I need to do every so often I think. It’s probably a cliche to say it’s a form of therapy but I really do think that’s maybe a big part of it.

WE TALK OF other things for a while, new music, old music, live shows, the various projects he’s planning for 2023, until we exhaust our subjects of shared interest and it feels time for us to be on our way.

And then we depart, both knowing we’ll meet each other again soon enough.

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