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 Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:33 am
 "Come in, siddown!" As you walk into the tavern, you take a look round the room and see that there are many patrons who don't seem to be of the same realm of existence as yourself. "What c'n ah doo ferye?" A man in a white button-down shirt and a red pleated vest with a thick, black handlebar moustache stands behind the bar wiping a glass mug as he asks you questions. "A draught, p'raps? A flagon o' mead? A leg-a-lamb? P'raps ye'd fancy ta tell us a tale?" You look round again, but this time when you see the wall to your left, instead of seeing just a wall, you see a set of stairs that go up a second floor.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 11:37 am
ENTER YE WEARY TRAVELER!!!
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 6:04 pm
Kal walked into the tavern and looked around. He sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. He felt that somehow, age didn't matter in this place. His super hearing picked up everybody in the room, and he quickly realized that the only thing that mattered here was the tale being told. He smirked and drank his beer, knowing that his story had just begun.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 6:15 pm
d**k and Roy walked in bickering at eachother.
Roy: "I just don't get it. You'll walk into a bar and leave with 30 nombers from hot females." Takes a seat and glares at his friend.
d**k: "So?"
Roy: "So/ Your gay. Your not interested in women. So then why do you collect theire nombers?Why let them get that far?"
d**k: Shrugs. "It's an ego boost. Besides, I don't date. Ever."
Roy: Crosses arms. "whatever. Theres gay bars in the city."
d**k: "Yes but not the same. All those guys want is... Fun.. i want a meaningfull relationship with someone who can carry on a conversation and have it make sense. Not babble about who's getting kick out of the Big Brother house."
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 6:59 pm
"Here's to piles of cases work and bureaucratic bullocks!" Peggy apathetically toasted herself before taking the last sip of her martini.
Beside her, Natasha just sat there stoic, her eyes on the aged book in her hands. Before her sat the same drink the lieutenant had ordered her hours ago, the one she didn't touch.
"What's wrong, too good to drink with me," Peggy snorted. She ushered to the bartender to send her another.
"There's no point," Natasha muttered, attempting to continue her reading. "It takes too much to get me drunk and even if it didn't, I prefer being lucid in public."
"You assassins, the life of the party," she spurt sarcastically. "All 'wah wah, I was created for death' or 'wah wah, I never had a childhood.' Cry me a sodding river."
Natasha remained silent.
"You think you're special. You know, I have a serum in me too. Ya. Does that make me special? No. You don't see me crying about all the lose and falsies in my lifetime."
"No, clearly you're completely happy with your binge drinking and ancient ramblings from the turn of the last century."
At that, Peggy slammed her glass down, eyeing Natasha bitterly.
"Red-Headed Trollop."
Natasha carefully shut her novel, returning the woman's stare with an icy one of her own.
"Geriatric Drunkard."
"Promiscuous Harlot."
"One-eyed Spinster."
"Commie!"
"Yank!"
.........
That night, Natasha and Peggy not only ran up the largest bar tab in both of their lives, they became friends.. even though they'd never admit it to one another nor anyone else who asked.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 7:45 pm
Jericho slumped through the door, looking tired and beaten up. "Can I drink here?"
Harley had already taken a seat at the bar. "Oh! I waaaant...I dunno....what should I get?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 10:15 pm
Roy looked around at all the ladires and smirked. "make a deal with you. First one to score a nomber from one of these hotties, wins." "wins what?" d**k asked. " a blow job from the loser." d**k smirks. 'Win win for me any way you cut it. I love giveing and taking." He smiled. Roy groaned. "Scratch that. If I win you gotta do my laundry for a montrh." d**k pouts. "Fine but if I wiln I want that blow job." He downs a drink and gets up to walk over to the red head and the woman with the eye patch. He flashes a smile. Pick of d**k "Ladies. How about I add to the distruction of your livers and join you." He gives a cute smirk. Roy gets up and walks over to Harley. "Hey there. You finally ditched the clown?" Smiles. "Ready to trade up?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 10:17 pm
Ororo stepped into the tavern and looked around. It wasn't too crowded. Yet. She knew more people would come in sooner or later. She walked to the bar and asked for something nonalcoholic. The man behind the bar gave her a glass of water. Ororo chuckled and took the glass to an empty table near the door.
Dinah strode up to the bar and took a seat. "Bottle of Guinness, please," she said to the man behind the bar. He slid a bottle across to her, and she took a swig, then looked back toward the door as if waiting for someone. She didn't think she had anyone to meet in the tavern, but she watched the door anyway.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 11:31 pm
Bruce walked into the Tavern preceded by a large block of ice, within which was a tall fair-haired man wearing red, white, and blue and bearing a shield set in the same scheme. Bruce wheeled this block of ice in with a dolly, carefully maneuvering it under the doorjamb to get it inside. This ordeal done, he quickly made for the only two people in the bar that he knew, Peggy and Natasha.
"Hi!" he said as he approached. "You would not believe the kind of day I've had." He stopped the dolly and sat the large block of ice upright. It wobbled for a moment, then suddenly tipped over and fell on top of d**k.
"Oh no! I'm sorry, are you ok?" With great effort Bruce pushed the Capsicle off of d**k.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 11:53 pm
At the man's advances, Peggy smiled through her drunken haze, straightening her coat. Good job, old girl, you still got it.
Natasha didn't even peer away from her book to spat out an apathetic "no."
Peggy shot her an irritated gaze but that soon was interrupted as the door flew open, Dr. Banner wheeling in a familiar bloke adorn in patriotic attire. At first, she didn't even care when the ice fell, mainly due to her awe but also a bit of delayed drunkenness to be fair.
"You.." Peggy spat at the frozen man. "Y-y-y told me we were going to dance! We never danced! I-I showed up. The Stroke!... MAGNIFICENT ball room.. and I wore theprettiestreddress that nigh..t and you were all like 'FROZEN' or something..."
Natasha raised a brow as the ice fell, and really, she couldn't help but allow a small smile to curl upon her lips. As Peggy began her escapade, she made sure to hold onto her coat before the Lieutenant ate the floorboards.
"YOU TOLD ME YOU'D SKETCH ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH GIRLS," she screamed in lamenting rage. "Bleeding, yank b*****d!"
Natasha grimaced at the woman's display. Rolling her eyes, she continued to hold her back with one hand, the other grasping the book she quickly returned to.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 7:21 am
d**k got up and looked at the block of ice with the man in it. 'Ow." He grunted.
"These people are nuts." He thought. "I'm fine." He smiled at the man. He gave Bruce a once over. Not really his type physically but if the man could hold a half way stimulating conversation then that upped his hotness factor. "So... You prefer your men cold or is this just like carrying around a small dog? An accessory?" d**k raised a curious brow.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 6:51 pm
Finally growing tired of the woman's antics, Natasha hastily yanked Peggy back into the booth seat. However, the lieutanant seemed to barely notice through her morose expression.
"He never used to be an accessory," she lamented, sloppily propping her head upon her arm. "In fact, if anything, I'm the accessory. I'm the chimp on the unicycle."
"Here we go," Nat muttered under her breath, her eyes still upon the novel.
"We waged war against the evilest of souls, freed countries of regimes without ulterior motives.. All in the name of liberty and freedom for all." She sighed, her finger pacing the rim of her empty martini glass. "Those were good days."
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 9:41 pm
d**k looks around the bar nervously for someone to rescue him. "Yeah I.. Have to go.... Put my penise in a toaster.. See ya." Gets up and bolts for a table accross the bar. "Damn.. I already lost that bet." Takes a seat and stares at everyone from the corner. "This sux."
Deadpool charges into the bar covered in arrows. "where is that redheaded son of a gun that used me as target practice!" Eases up and strolls to the bar. "oooh.. I want beer heavy on the root." Plays with the arrow in his head.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 11:57 pm
"Yes, quite," Peggy replied. "You tend to that.. pecker toaster or whatever the devil you blokes do nowadays." She continued to play with her glass, her drunken gaze drifting in and out of focus. "Should it reflect badly that I've gotten that brush off before?"
"Yes," Natasha replied bluntly. "Yes it should."
"...bollocks."
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