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 Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 5:57 pm
*enters quietly into the bar and hangs his robe over a nearby clothes hanger*
Ahh... It's a bit cold today. *takes the robe back, puts it on, and sits in a table near the window*
Bartender! Over here, if you wish. Can I have a pint of cider, please? Ah, thanks for your service.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 7:17 pm
The door creaked open, as a man with bluish hair entered the establishment. Gazing around at the walls to get a quick glimpse of the surroundings, the man slid his hands into his pockets.
Walking to the bar, his boots made rather loud thumps with each step. Sliding away the stool from the bar, he took a seat.
Removing his hands from his pockets he rested his elbows on the bar top, and hovered his hands in front of his mouth. "A double shot of Jack Daniels please." He said aloud, as a glass slid down the bar and slowed until it ended up directly in front of him.
Bring the glass to his lips he took a sip, sighed gently and closed his eyes.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 7:33 pm
[gets startled by a rather loud voice. Tilts his head up and sees a young man ordering something over the bar]
"Hm. Way to attract people's attention. Well..."
[fetches a newspaper from a nearby, vacant table and starts reading while waiting for the cider]
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 7:38 pm
Looking over at the other patron sitting alone, Jack shrugged his shoulders and continued to sip his drink. Running his fingers through his hair, he tilted his head to the side and glared at the wall.
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 2:54 pm
*falls down to his knees, clutching his head* "Ugh!', he grunted. "Damn headaches.", he said as he passed out.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 12:43 pm
*snickers*
"So you can survive any weapon I throw at you, but not migraines?"
*walks back to the corner booth, which is getting somewhat crowded*
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 1:04 pm
"Shut up Eleanne." *searches for his ocarina and begins playing the song in his sig*
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 1:23 pm
"hey how do you know my name?"
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 2:55 pm
Chaim enters the bar with the involuntary thought 'That door needs some oil'. He takes a glance around, trying to get a first impression of the other guests, before we walks up to the bar. Ignoring a small voice in the back of his head that told him to turn around and run.
He takes a seat next to a bluehaired guy and asks the person behind the bar:
"Do you serve cosmopolitans?"
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 1:32 pm
"Help yourself guys n gals, Doing a stocktake so will be MIA for a bit" The barkeep shouts from the cupboard, only her tail showing slightly Even the smallest feline is a masterpiece 
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 1:36 pm
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 5:09 pm
Chaim doesn't need a second a second invitation. He walks behind the bar and starts mixing his drink.
"DOES ANYBODY ELSE WANT SOMETHING?" he shouts loudly,trying to get the attention of the other customers. He lets his gaze wander from the blue haired guy in front of him to the crowded booth, to the guy with the newspaper, waiting for a reaction to his offer.
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 12:31 pm
*From the cupboard*
"I'll have a glass of cold chocolate milk please!" The barkeeper shouts from her spot behins the door Even the smallest feline is a masterpiece
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 7:09 am
Chaim can't suppress a smile when the bartender is the first to order something. He needs a moment to locate the fridge, takes the milk out. Quickly he fills a glass and adds some chocolate powder.
He takes the glass to the door: "Here. Stirred, not shaken."
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 9:36 am
The barkeepr grabs the glass with her tail and it dissapears inside the cupboard.
"Thanks!" the voice from behind the door shouts Even the smallest feline is a masterpiece
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