Ian: Though we really should look into visiting others. *nods sagaciously while nomming a pocky stick, headset up as he listens to the music on his laptop*

Cliff: M'not paying you to listen to opinions when I /should/ be hearing the sounds of dish washing.

Ian: Lalalala~

Lana: -waltz's in with Zane in toe, picking him up to put him on the bar stool- Now you can't have anything but juice, Zane-y boy. -cackles and sits on the stool next to him-

Zane: -snorts at that and narrows his eyes- I'm not yer kid. Don't tell me what to do, Lana.

Lana: I'm your guardian, Zane. -smirks-

Ian: *tilts his head, not having heard a single thing with his headsets up; pokes them back down and waves a bit* Hey there! What can I get for you two?

Cliff: You can /get started on dishwashing/. *glares at the back of the tom's head; Ian nervously sweatdrops*

Lana: Gimme your strongest, cheapest drink, bartender. -smirks a bit, bushy tail flickering-

Zane: Apparently I want juice. -glares at the female-

Ian: We have soda? *trying to buy more time to get away from the leaning duties if he can get them drinks* Or water?

Cliff: Tch. *goes to nab said drink for the lady*

Lana: Aw, no liquor? -bats her eyelashes at Ian and then grins- I'm Lana. This lil' guy is Zane. He's my ward for a while.

Zane: Just 'cause I'm a kid doesn't mean I need an adult. :<

Ian: 8D; E-Er . . . I think we have some. Did you want some? We can totally get you some. For you, not the kid, 'course. *over his shoulder* Oy, Cliff! She wants liquor, man!

Cliff: *from the back* YEAH YEAH. *sounds of bottles clinking*

Ian: In case you went selectively deaf, big guy back there's Cliff. I'm Ian, Miss Lana. *tips his hat a bit* So what's two fine felines like yourselves doing in a bar like this?

Lana: -laughs a bit at the two and shakes her head- Wow. You're... a hyper one, aren't you? -oofs as Zane elbows her- Quit it, twerp!

Zane: Lana, why are we here? It's so boring!

Lana: Oh, go play your MP3 player or something.

Ian: Hyper? Naaah. We just don't see a lot of customers. *looks to Zane with a grin* I've got a game that would keep you busy for hours.

Zane: oh? A game? -tail flicks at that, grinning happily and nodding- You'd let me play?

Lana: Good thinking. -looks to the back, seeing what the other was up too-

Ian: Yup. *enters something on the computer and turns it around after a short time: the front page is titled "Plants vs. Zombies"* It's a strategy game. Ever heard of it?

Zane: Oh, yeah. I have, actually. -blinks and drags the computer closer to hi, clicking to read the instructions and then goes to actually play- Hmm!

Lana: I think you made a friend for life. -looks at Ian with a grin-

Ian: Video games are made for that sort of stuff. |3 *Plus the computer was wired well enough that not even handing it over to a stranger, let alone a kid, would be risky for him*

Cliff: *pops in after a bit with several bottles in his hands - hand and metal arm that is. Come to think of it, Ian's thick Somali tail was nowhere to be seen either . . . He lays the bottles out for her to pick and nabs a shot glass from the counter*

Zane: -snorts a bit and growls when he died, having to restart and tries it out again- Man. Gotta think.

Lana: -looks at Cliff's metal arm, curious as to why he had it, grinning at her- Thanks!

Cliff: Ye-ha, considerin' I thought we were out of liquor. Pick yer poison, ma'm. /You/. *daggers at Ian* /Clean/.

Ian: Eheheh . . . Yes, sir. ^^; *docks his ears and slinks away to the kitchen*

Lana: -shakes her head at him and looks to his arm curiously- Well... I don't know. -grabs a bottle at random and reads the label- This'll work. So... ...whats your name?

Cliff. *If her glances at his automail arm were noticed, he wasn't giving them any attention* Think I heard your name earlier: Lana or somethin'? This here's a modest establishment, but it ain't in the open. Mind if I ask what brings you to these here parts?

Lana: Bringing the brat around. He was getting restless in the apartment. -flicks her tail a bit- Zane... he's a special kid to me. He might not be mine, but... I like to think he is. He's .....he's a sweet kid. ..he's loud, obnoxious sometimes, and sure, he grates on my nerves, but he needs my help.. Otherwise, he's on the streets. -sad smile-

Cliff: Uh-huh. Still have ta charge ya for those drinks. *takes on of the unchosen liquor bottles and pours himself a shot to down*

Ian: *rolls around briefly to drop off Zane's soda before he forgot* Game going alright?

Lana: -nods a bit and smirks- 'course. I got cash. How much for this and his soda?

Zane: 'm winnin'. -smirks a bit and tilts the computer to show Ian- See? Oh, and... thanks, man..

Ian: S'nothing, kiddo. *ducks surreptitiously, avoiding the kitchen and wiping his wet hands on his apron as he watches Zane play with a grin*

Cliff: Meh, I'd say . . . The hell they charge here in Japan again? All I know is dollars and cents.

Lana: -hands him a bill and laughs quietly- This should be enough. And it includes a tip.

Zane: -continues playing, hands flying across the keyboard, stubby tail flickering-

Cliff: *counts, shrugs, and pockets it before looking over at Zane to see -* OY. THOSE DISHES DON'T CLEAN THEMSELVES.

Ian: *all but leaps to his feet and zooms away to the kitchen with a yelp, tail tucked; amazing how a thin frame could be so speedy!*

Cliff: Dammit. Can't find any good help these days . .

Lana; He seems like a good kid... -smiles a little bit- Related to you? -small smile-

Zane: Awww! I was having fun with him!

Cliff: Not by blood, no. He's lazy to boot. >> *ignores Zane; he wasn't very good with little kids* Gonna take that laptop away one day, I swear . . . Thing's his vice.

Lana: -smirks and shrugs- Kids man. They're all into their technology. I like music, myself, but I don't have a laptop or nothin'. I own a radio, but that's not my vice.

Cliff: Hey, I'm good with technology. Have to be! But that's different. *to Zane* Kid, off the laptop now. Ain't your property.

Lana: -blinks at that-

Zane: -jumps out of his skin at the bark and dies anyway, glaring at Cliff- But he said I could!

Lana: Zane... Listen to your elders. -snorts-

Cliff: *heads over with a sigh and takes the laptop up, closing it in an oddly gentle way (probably paid for it himself)* Well, 'nough about that. I'll just leave you two to finish your drinks. Have a nice day.

Lana: -had been sipping at the bottle, no shot glass, and shrugged a bit before patting Zane's head- Alright, Cliff. -cracks her neck and then finishes the bottle- Besides. I'm done and we should get, Zane.

Zane: Fine. He was mean anyway. -snorts and runs towards the kitchen- Bye! I'll be back later by myself! -zips back to Lana before Cliff could say anything and then drags the girl out the door-