Young Writers Society

Victüss never cared much for the socialisation in the Sanctum's bar, but the drinks were second to none. Many often regarded him with a speculative and confused look when they noticed him indulging in his guilty pleasure; a beetroot and custard milkshake. It was odd, in a certain term of phrase, but there was something about the bitter-sweet richness of the drink that satisfied the bounty hunter. The Bartender was quite aware of what the Tervin liked, and by the time he had arrived at the bar, it was already waiting on the bartop, this may have been from Victüss' habit of leaving generous tips. Even if he was a cold-hearted assassin, it didn't stop him from appreciating the finer things in life.

Whereas most of the enigmatic characters were inclined to loiter by leaning against the wall, the Tervin could not imitate such a stance- the walls would end up with many holes and marks should he assume such a position. Instead, he merely sat down on the floor, one leg spread out along the wall, with the other bent so the knee poked upwards in an intimidating manner. From there he observed the general mood of the tavern, awaiting another client or the new posting of another bounty.

But business was slow for the past week.

"Sorry, but I have better things to do besides waste my time on foolish adventures such as what you describe." I tell the pirate. The man seemed dissapointed. I watched as more people entered the bar.

Turning to Rydia I say, "I've traversed the lands many a time. We may have gone on an adventure together once before and it isn't unlikely we won't again."

I look towards one of the newcomers, who is holding out some gold coins. I noticed several people were staring at her, though I didn't fully understand what they found so interesting. "Nate, I'd like another round." I say. I listened as one of the patrons began playing the fiddle.

Kay

The woman didn't move, frowning at the measly coppers I offered. I sighed. "Fine, ignore me. But I want my coins back. I don't have many of these." I snatched the coins back and slipped them into my pocket. Maybe the bartender would know the information I needed.

I sat in a stool at the bar, and soon the bartender came over. "Can I get you anything?"

"Just information. I'll be willing to pay," I added quickly. "I just need to find a good doctor in the city, one who won't cheat me but will probably be able to help Greta, my daughter."

Dragoness

The tavern door burst open and banged against the wall. Dragoness stomped in with all the force of a hurricane, her lab coat billowing behind her in a most ominous fashion. She stood in the middle of the room and fumed for a moment, breathing so loudly and angrily one would expect her to start breathing fire in a moment.

She marched up to the samurai pirate captain. "You should be ashamed to call yourself a captain. I cannot fathom why anyone would want to sail the skies with you," she roared. "That thing you call a ship is no more than a floating trash heap."

She planted her hands on her hips and tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for a response.

dradon.

I slipped in the door of the tavern and walked quietly over to a chair in the corner and stared at the bar tender who seemed hurried and looked like a nice man.

I taped my foot against a table leg then all of a sudden a very grumpy lady grump-ed in came up to some kind of ninja and seemed to call him a bunch of names I think one was a flouting trash heap or something but the ninja guy just sat there looking at his food.

thewritersdream tiptoes in late missing all the previous action and smiles.

"Can I have a good ol' cup of cold chocolate milk? With whipped cream? And chocolate chip cookies? And some honey? And brownies with the cookies? And oh! Little marshmallows too? Is that a little too much?" XP

"Good grief," Stori says on entering, "is this place still going? Hello, Nate! A little apple juice if you please."

The Messenger is biking one day when he passes by a tavern. The signs beside the door catches his eye.

"Serving soda, milk, and juice."

Message, as he likes to be called, has been biking for a while, and he could use a drink. He kicks out his bike kickstand and saunters up to the door. He opens the door and is surprised to see many of his fellow knights and YWS users.
"Hey, y'all!" he calls, sitting on a swivel stool. He takes one spin around and brings his hand down on the bar lightly.
"Gimme four vanilla ice cream scoops, and a little sprite!"
He turns to the other users as he waits for his drink.
"Hey, how y'all doin'?"

"Ello Mate. Do you sell some Vodka?" He asked in a british accent, completely ignoring the sign posted outside the door.

lost thought just so happened by when she got hankering for something to drink.

"Give me a chocolate milk

Lielly started running a couple of hours ago, and got lost after a half hour. She wandered around, looking for a sign of civilization, when she saw the tavern. 'Well, here's something,' she thought, and opened the door. Inside, she counted tons of different people doing many things, which made her sweatdrop. Lielly looked around for an empty seat, and luckily found one at the very end of the counter, in the corner. She took another look around, and sighed. She knows that she's gonna be stuck here for a while. 'Great.'

Then the young shinigami, new to his ruling title, began to futz with the pretty girls hair, until she notices and spins around startled to look at him. "ah sorry but your hair was parted slightly more to the left than the right and I wanted to make it perfectly symmetrical."
Kid then spots a disheveled scientist and senses his skills are needed elsewhere.

After a long absence from the Tavern, and a long week of conquering Randomosity, Deadman wishes for a break. He just happens to notice the sign in front of the Tavern which he thought was previously closed. He enters this time around looking to just relax. Before walking to the counter he paused and looked around. He saw only a handful of familiar faces, and was surprised by all the new ones. He approached the counter, "I'll take a grape soda." The man behind the counter, it was now apparent that this man was Nate. He handed Deadman the soda, and Deadman nodded with the utmost respect. Deadman knew he would never be able to compare to the epicness of Nate, so he turned to find a seat in the back corner of the Tavern. "This should be another interesting year for YWS," he said softly. Now Deadman sat in wait of another job. After nearly two years, he was still trying to make a name for himself.

After being roughly thrown across the room by an angry patron Kid stood up and brushed himself off. doing a quick 360 he noted just how packed the tavern was, how interesting and diverse the many customers were, how unbelievably fast Nate prepared his wide assortment of drinks, and most importantly how many back corners this tavern had since almost everyone in the tavern ended up there, effectively ruining the privacy it entitles.