Young Writers Society

His wife was the first one to suggest reopening the Tavern. Then his friends, and even finally his enemies beseeched him to reopen the Tavern. But it had been so long, and he had vowed to never again be involved in the drink dispensary industry. The mix-up in drink orders on that final day just never did sit well with him.

But now Nate stood in front of the old building, refurnished yet retaining all its old charm. The hinges on the door were shot, the floorboards creaked, and the shingle roof owed much to a thick moss. But there was now a new ribbon on the door.

As he stepped in, he flicked the light switch on only to discover it didn't work. After a brief interval of opening the windows, he turned the sign over to say "Open: Serving Soda, Milk, and Juice!"

Now he just waited behind the bar for his first customer to arrive.

Snoink sauntered in. "Can I have a tall glass of strawberry soda?"

Hooray! It's back! Perhaps this is a sign...I've been away from YWS for so long, too...anyway, can I have a root beer float with vanilla bean ice cream and two cherries on top?
*swivels barstool towards Snoink* Hi, Snoink! How've you been?

"Pretty good! CLASSES ARE OVER! HOORAY!"

*steals some root beer float from Sage*

*joins in cheering about lack of classes until she realizes that Snoink has been pilfering her beer*

"Hey!"

*grabs strawberry soda as it appears over the bar and takes a swig*

"So, there. Now we're even."

Adam_Atlantian types away on his laptop from a table in the corner. Not many people were there which made it a perfect place to work.

He sipped at the milk looking at his work. A satisfying feeling.

*looks curiously over at Adam, wondering why there's a jug of milk watching him work*
"Hey, cool laptop. Where'd you get it?"

Crysi strolls in up to the bar, grabbing a stool by Snoink.

"Hello, Nate," she says, as if nothing has changed. "Gimme a tall, cool one, you know what I like. A large chocolate milk," she explains in response to Snoink's questioning glance.

But Snoink is too busy bouncing on walls because OMG. CAFFEINE! SUGAR! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

"Internet," responds Adam as he watches Snoink from the corner of his eye. He pushs his milk out of splash distance of the computer. Just in case

Grif entered the tavern.

"Hey Grif! What will you have?"

"Cream Soda Nate, thanks for asking."

"I'm all out."

"What about Strawberry Soda?" Nate merely pointed to Snoink, who was in the corner. Bottles surrounded her as she giggled uncontrollably.

"I see, I'll just have water."

"That will be $20."

"WHAT!"

"Just kidding. Here is your cream soda."

Kitty tiptoes into the tavern and cautiously takes a seat at the bar.
"Uh. I'll have an apple juice please."

"STRAWBERRY SODA! FILL ME UP WITH SWEET SUGARY GOODNESS!"

Grif turns to Nate. "Isn't there a drink limit?"

Dreamy wanders in with her trusty satchel of notebooks, scraps of pages, and the sad-looking and oh-so-numerous stubs of pencils.

She swivels around, catches at the bar and asks Nate for a tall glass of Pepsi.

Whith horror, she realizes she has no choice but to speak in the obligatory present tense, and - horror of horrors! - hears herself telling an animated story to Crysi: "So I'm standing there, right? And all of a sudden..."

Imp wanders in aimlessly, looking bedraggled, a notebook in one hand and foil, hilt up, over a shoulder. As if noticing the foil for the first time, Imp pauses.

"..shows me bloody well what not sleeping does."

Imp drops the foil in a corner and joins the rather small crowd at the bar.

"Irish cream soda?"