Thursday, December 9, 2010

Hey Monkeys I have started a new story for ya...SOOO now that will be two working FF for you Crazies...I hope you Likey...

What’s Your Poison?
Summary/ Prologue




Bella Swan is 25 years old and has spent the last 6 years of her life building her own business that revolves around a Bistro/Bar/ Tattoo shop called “What’s Your Poison” that she opened with her best friends Jasper and Alice in Honolulu Hawaii. The also started a small local magazine sporting the same name as their shop that does reviews of local bands, local ink, local writers, and more. Gaining respect, and acclaim in the tattoo community and restaurant business they then went to open another shop in L.A. where their Magazine became syndicated and went national thanks to the help of publicist and PR goddess Rosalie Hale. Now realizing there success they have decided to open another shop in the hip locale of Seattle Washington. While on the hunt for new staff to run their shop, they run into two brothers Emmett and Edward Cullen. The two are rough, tattooed, and have there fair share of demons, but there talent in the business is to be rivaled. Will it be worth the risk, with the shop and will Bella be able to risk her heart?

Welcome to the world of a Tattward, Surfward, Assward, Litward, Prosella, Inkella, Surfella, Snarkella, with a heavy side of Calm-Collected-Inked-Out-Rockin Chefspar, and the Usual Boisterous laid-back-feed-me-seymor Emmett, Fiesty Bitch Go-To-Girl Rosalie, and our fun-loving-sun-dancing-shopaholic-business-savy-pixie Alice.

This story is all for the love of Great friends, Yummy Grindz, Kickass Ink, and bitching writing, and fucktastic music. And as always full of the most smutastic citrisy cocktails this little imagination can mix up. Shaken or Stirred?



Prologue
BPOV

May 1, 2006

“Jasper is everything ready?” I can’t believe we have actually done it, it took a shit load of convincing, some major fucking cash, a but load of ass kissing to get all the right permits and liscenses, but we did it. WHAT’S YOUR POISON is finally a reality and its opening night, fuck I am so nervous. We have the capacity for 250 in the bistro/bar and we even have appointments book in the shop, we have the live band booked, and Jas made sure that the food would be served pupu style until 10pm after that its booze only. We have been planning this since we were 19 and it has taken 2 years but here we are, we started a magazine, 2 years ago reviewing local restaurants, bands, ink, and local writers, to help with the expense of finally opening the shop. That little gamble paid off, so with the money from the magazine and website, we were able to have enough collateral for the shop and bistro.

“No worries sis…shootz I got this…you pau with your shit, Ali said she is all good out front…I am good in the kitchen, and Big Ben said he is all set up and ready to rock in the shop and Keani said the band is ready…so I say lets cruise…this bruddah is ready to get his swirl on” Well I guess it is now or never.

“Okay boss…lets do this…ALI!!!” I shouted out “Ali…oh there you are…lets roll sis… open the doors…lets rock this bitch!” We gave each other a group hug and walked towards the front. Big Ben our tattoo shop manager was out front waiting, and Keani and the band started to play when Alice gave then a little wave. Big Ben really wasn’t big, he was a small little Japanese/Houli boy that was a kickass tattoo artist and one hell of a shop manager. He was a good friend of ours from High School.

“You good wahine…its gonna rock…no worries” Big Ben gave me a squeeze and Alice opened the the sliding doors to the front of the bistro, they were glass framed in wood that opened up the whole front wall, basically making the inside become part of the outside. Then upstairs from the bistro was the tattoo shop, we were right in the heart of Waikiki on Kalakaua Ave and Lewers St. We totally lucked out on the location, there was a bar that used to be here, but they closed down due to one thing or another and we snagged the property up quick, rent was a bitch, but the location was totally worth it.

Present Day

I can’t believe it here we are again, so much has happened over the last four years, we opened WHAT’S YOUR POISON, then the second store in L.A. the magazine went from being a small publication, to nationally syndicated, and know here I am with my two oldest friends Jasper and Alice and my new bestie Rosalie Hale, publicist and PR goddess extraordinaire and we are on our way to Seattle to open our third shop. I never would have thought 6 years ago that when we started out on this crazy idea of owning a ink and grindz empire with great tunes and good reading that I would have believed it would have been anything that it is. We started out with nothing but, my inheritance from when my parents passed away, and what money Alice’s parents chipped in, and Jasper’s brilliant foodie mind and his parent’s contacts in the business. And of coarse our combined love for the tattoo culture. That would definitely be Jas’s parents fault and them owning one of the most popular tattoo shops on the island of Oahu.
            But here was the next step taking our business to one of the indie music capitals of the west coast, this place was filled to the brim with ink whores, want to be artists, and writers; and well you can’t forget the kickass food that Seattle pumps out, so Seattle was an obvious choice. Besides it was decided along time ago amongst the three of us we would never open a store in a place where we wouldn’t be able to surf. That was a non-negotiable. No surfing meant no deal. So here we were all three us plus Rose, going to look at our first possible location. Let the games begin, it is time to get our swirl on, again. 


Here is a little theme tuneage for you hoors...I hope you dig this little ditty...This is a different type of story for me...All human and shit...Same couple pairings and what not, but totally different in the way of background stories and all that jazz. Well let me know what you think. Hugs and Squish...CrazyKate 

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