Whiskey Bar
The Whiskey Bar is a booze-soaked legend: a blues dive with King's Court relics covering every wall, a blood-stained stage in the back, and a proprietor who threatens to shoot every musician who walks through the door. The bar sits somewhere in Georgiabama, identifiable from a distance by the music that pours from it at all hours. Inside, dim red wall-mounted candles cast a glow over thousands of old concert posters, vinyl album covers, artifacts worn by the Kings and Queens, and instruments they once played. There is no natural light. The stage sits higher than the dance floor but lower than the elevated seating areas on the sides, with room enough for a full four-piece band and spotlights that illuminate performers during sets.
Gutter runs the place. A Hedonite of unknown origin, bald, wearing loud Vegasian styled shirts and aviator sunglasses at all times, always with a lit cigarette, Gutter swills hooch and drugs openly and frequently pulls firearms on rowdy clientele. He is even more frequently known to pull the trigger. The red hue of the wooden floor is partly owed to bloodstains from his itchy trigger finger. He built the bar specifically to attract live music performers, though he hides his love of music behind extreme hostility toward the artists. The contradiction defines the place: a shrine to the Kings constructed by a man who might kill you for playing in it.
Jack Jones and the Tri-Tones are the most frequent band at the Whiskey Bar. A Court rock cover band specializing in folk, rock, and blues, they started as an opening act until Jones's voice and charisma transformed them into the main event. The band writes original pieces, but the crowd prefers their covers and sing-alongs. They have lost five percussionists under mysterious circumstances, a detail that no one in the bar discusses in detail.
Performers who brave the stage face a simple arrangement: play poorly and bottles fly; play well and drinks flow free. The bar hosts continuous live music from opening to close, and the quality control, enforced by both Gutter's firearms and the audience's throwing arms, ensures that what survives the stage is worth hearing. The Whiskey Bar is a proving ground for musicians, a pilgrimage for King's Court devotees, and a place where the floor holds more blood than beer.
Gutter runs the place. A Hedonite of unknown origin, bald, wearing loud Vegasian styled shirts and aviator sunglasses at all times, always with a lit cigarette, Gutter swills hooch and drugs openly and frequently pulls firearms on rowdy clientele. He is even more frequently known to pull the trigger. The red hue of the wooden floor is partly owed to bloodstains from his itchy trigger finger. He built the bar specifically to attract live music performers, though he hides his love of music behind extreme hostility toward the artists. The contradiction defines the place: a shrine to the Kings constructed by a man who might kill you for playing in it.
Jack Jones and the Tri-Tones are the most frequent band at the Whiskey Bar. A Court rock cover band specializing in folk, rock, and blues, they started as an opening act until Jones's voice and charisma transformed them into the main event. The band writes original pieces, but the crowd prefers their covers and sing-alongs. They have lost five percussionists under mysterious circumstances, a detail that no one in the bar discusses in detail.
Performers who brave the stage face a simple arrangement: play poorly and bottles fly; play well and drinks flow free. The bar hosts continuous live music from opening to close, and the quality control, enforced by both Gutter's firearms and the audience's throwing arms, ensures that what survives the stage is worth hearing. The Whiskey Bar is a proving ground for musicians, a pilgrimage for King's Court devotees, and a place where the floor holds more blood than beer.
