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(If you've seen the movie "Coyote Ugly", that's basically how her bar is but the bar dancing isn't as like... sexual etc.)

With an easy flick of the wrist, Anya sent the silver drink mixer somersaulting up over her head before she caught it with ease when it came back down. Popping off the lid she slid the copper contents over the lips of three rather large shot glasses and slid them across to their new owners before the cowboy boot of a staff woman dancing on the bar stomped down with a 'clack'.

"Hey Ellie," the rabbit-eared woman called out into the air - above the music and general noise - as she grabbed a new liquor bottle from under the dark wood bar. "Get these guys' orders." The woman named Ellie slid a beer down the bar at her end and did as she was told, a snarky smile on her face as she faced the burly men. Anya, meanwhile, turned to face the incoming Soloman and her own money-making smirk.

"What'll it be?" she called above a few other guys', and gals', heads before the man even got to the bar.

Keres watched her guardian from the far end of the bar, half hiding in the doorway that sat behind the bar. When she saw that she was preoccupied, she slipped out and ducked under the one non-solid part of the bar and swiveled quite skillfully through the bodies of customers. She was headed towards the front door where a large bouncer named Bill stood, but something caught her eye; another kid who, despite being drowned in a coat, looked to be around her age... ish.

"Ew, he okay?" she asked the older man at the table as she paused near Harper's chair. "You better not barf, otherwise you'll be made to clean it up with your own shirt and then Anya'll throw you out herself," she said, a disgusted look still on her face as she turned her head to look at the totally dazed kid.

The Sven gave a small chuckle that practically got swallowed up into the bar's noise as soon as it left her mouth. "The beers I can do, but we don't serve juice here. The best substitute is probably Cola," she yelled over the din. As she spoke she grabbed two tall, frozen beer mugs out of a small freezer and pulled down the large and decorated beer taps.

Keres gave a sharp glare at the tipsy man who had spoken first before she turned to the mumbling kid. "No. I'm the only kid allowed in here because my guardian owns this place," she explained in a matter-o-fact fashion and put her hands on her hips... or well, at least where her hips WOULD be if she actually had any. "So you better not let her or Bill," she nodded her head over to the door where the bouncer stood, "see you."

The single-eyed Sven laughed at his giving-in and slid the two beers across the counter before a pair of boots and legs strode by on the bar. "That'll be 16 bucks," she said as she grabbed another glass from some unseen place. "I'll give you the soda on the house since well, it'll probably taste different to you and I can't guarantee anything; it's not used much and it ain't from around here." She only laughed again and put a straw in the dark liquid and set it down along with a few napkins.

"It's safe, though, I assure you."

The staring eyes, though they seemed glazed as well, of the man at the table unnerved the sphinx-girl and she gave another sidelong glare. "You look drunk, not mature," Keres quipped in between his words before she snatched a napkin from a nearby table. With one ear on the boy's... slow dialog, she unfolded the paper napkin and then paused at the reference to her wings.

"Yeah, they do," she replied bluntly as she turned her body to stare at them for a second, said wings unfolding slightly as she did so. She then absentmindedly added,"Cool people get wings, others get to suffer through life without them. Sucks to be them."

She snapped the napkin out in front of her and then laid it over Eliot's face. "Your friend is creepy."

(( x_x Sorry this took so long))

Dark finger-tips snatched the paper bill from the bar top and plunged it down the black neck of the rabbi-eared woman's shirt as she gave a departing smirk and moved off to help some other customer.

One confused, half lidded stare turned into another as Keres's mind switched tracks from puzzling over the word "dudette" to trying to picture what a "bass" looked like. She had no idea what the hell a bass was, let alone that it was something musical.

"Of course I know what a bass is," she snapped in a lie after a few seconds. She crossed her arms over her small breasts and gave a small huff. "I've just never... met one before."

With her tail she picked up the napkin that had been on the guy's face - and had at sometime slipped onto the floor - and dropped it on his shoulder/neck.