Tap That Axe: Axe House and Taproom

Hey Everyone,

Apologies to my patient coauthors for the delay in my posts. I had a very busy October.

I'm working on getting caught up now. Thanks in advance for your continued patience.
 
*Passes through, grabbing an axe and casually tossing a bullseye. He moves behind the bar to fill a pint glass. A wintery Saison of his own brew. Milky and gold. Sweet and airy.*

*turns over the sign to OPEN*
 
Thank you, Shark... how about a shot of Jameson, please.

"She arched a brow*

Axes? A target? Tempting. So, very tempting.

*Takes a plain, clear shot glass and pours from the well Jameson bottle. He cuts the pour off just as the bulge of surface tension threatens to overflow the edges of the glass.*

Axe throwing is a lot of fun. Especially when you're drinking. It's a controversial stance, but here at Tap That Axe, we allow our guests to hang pictures to throw at. A tribute to the Hate Thread's origin.

*Produces a sleek tomahawk from under the bar and lofts a high-arcing, triple-rotation shot from behind the bar to stick the bullseye on Lane II.*

The key is to let the weight of the axe do the work. Don't flick your wrist and let the axe head tip into the flip. From those black lines it's roughly one rotation to the target. It might take a couple of throws to get the distance just right, but it's a lot of fun. You can set up on Lane II if you want to chuck a few. Just don't stand down range of anyone else while they're holding a blade.

We've also got knives, if you'd prefer.
 
*Takes a plain, clear shot glass and pours from the well Jameson bottle. He cuts the pour off just as the bulge of surface tension threatens to overflow the edges of the glass.*

Axe throwing is a lot of fun. Especially when you're drinking. It's a controversial stance, but here at Tap That Axe, we allow our guests to hang pictures to throw at. A tribute to the Hate Thread's origin.

*Produces a sleek tomahawk from under the bar and lofts a high-arcing, triple-rotation shot from behind the bar to stick the bullseye on Lane II.*

The key is to let the weight of the axe do the work. Don't flick your wrist and let the axe head tip into the flip. From those black lines it's roughly one rotation to the target. It might take a couple of throws to get the distance just right, but it's a lot of fun. You can set up on Lane II if you want to chuck a few. Just don't stand down range of anyone else while they're holding a blade.

We've also got knives, if you'd prefer.
* salutes Shark with her Jameson before downing it.*

Another please and thank you. *she gives him a look* You know, it makes me wonder why you gave the advice of 'Just don't stand down range of anyone else while they're holding a blade.' Seems common sense to me, but then, I shoot for fun so.... *she shrugs* Knives? Oooo, let me see those, please. *her eyes gleam with an unholy light of glee*
 
* salutes Shark with her Jameson before downing it.*

Another please and thank you. *she gives him a look* You know, it makes me wonder why you gave the advice of 'Just don't stand down range of anyone else while they're holding a blade.' Seems common sense to me, but then, I shoot for fun so.... *she shrugs* Knives? Oooo, let me see those, please. *her eyes gleam with an unholy light of glee*
Should be common knowledge, but you'd be amazed how people forget. I actually had Ed Helms and Jon Hamm come in with a third guy. All 3 were plastered and the guy threw with Ed Helms directly down range.

*refills the shot glass and does a cocktail type spin, putting the bottle away and flipping 3 throwing knives over his shoulder to stick into the halved redwood log that makes up the bar.*

-Thunk-Thunk-Thunk-

You can set up on Arena II. Just kindly pull my tomahawk before you start throwing. And enjoy!
 
She shook her head as she reached for the shot glass and watched the knives trajectory with a grin. She shot the drink, setting the glass back on the bar top before getting off her stool and went over to reach for the knives, pulling each one out. Setting aside two, the third she hefted in her hand then glanced at Shark.

"These are sweet. Fit in the palm of the hand like an old friend, Balance is excellent as well. Arena II, you said? I'll bring you back your tomahawk as well. I appreciate weapons, Shark. Oh, and may I have another shot, please and thank you."
 
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She waves off Shark's apology.

"No worries. I have nothing pressing at the moment."

Reaching for her shot glass she downs it, grabs it and the bottle along with the three knives and heads to Arena II. Setting aside the bottle and the glass along with two knives. Hefting the third one, she turns and takes aim after grasping the knife by the point. Drawing back, she lets it fly through the air until it hits the target with a satisfying thunk. The knife sunk into the target one ring out from the bullseye. She grumbled, turning back to take up another knife. However, before throwing it, she poured herself another shot and downed it, shuddering slightly. Squinting down the arena, she drew back and let fly once more. The knife gleamed as it traversed air and landed into the target and quivered. A little. Yet, it was deeply seated in the target, lodging in the bullseye.

"Now that calls for another shot."

And she turned back to the bottle and her glass.
 
Very nice shooting.
"Shooting or throw?"

She grinned and poured herself another drink since he was kind enough to leave the bottle. Without waiting for a reply or expecting one, she walked down to the target and wrestled the knives free, bringing them back up to her launching spot. Setting aside one knife, she hefted the other, the knife grasped by the blade and not the handle. It took her a moment to find the knife's balance. but once she had it, she let it fly and heard a satisfying thunk as the blade found its target, embedding the point into the ring closet to the bull's eye. It stood there quivering a moment before stilling. Dark made a face, not all that happy that she had missed her primary target but yet satisfied that it was damn close.
 
Technically, both are correct. Just like you would shoot a baseball, throws on target with knives, axes, machetes, etc. Could also be called "shots".

*all this talk about "shots" makes him thirsty. He pours himself a rocks glass of Dewers.*
 
She grinned and lifted her own shot in a salute before downing it. A slight shiver travels through her as she sets the glass down and turns her attention to throwing the knives at the target once more. Happy Easter, LS.
 
Happy belated to you.

Zombie Jesus, departed pope, the sky is falling,

Rabbits, eggs and Ostara. All is love.

(/drugs)
 
Happy belated to you.

Zombie Jesus, departed pope, the sky is falling,

Rabbits, eggs and Ostara. All is love.

(/drugs)
*dies laughing as she retrieves the knives again*

Damn it, LS!!!! Don't make me laugh when I have knives in my hand.
Sad thing about the pope. I was really attached to this one. Not so much the others and I'm not Catholic.
Hope you are well.
 
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