Same rules as the regular Tavern, only here take on one of your characters! I want this to keep moving, so first five posters get gifts! Let's see how this works...
"You laugh at me because I'm different. I laugh at you because you're all the same."
Zuko walked into the building, looking around suspiciously. After he deemed it somewhat OK, he sat at the bar. "Give me a whisky," He said, tossing a fireball between his index fingers. The bartender looked at him funny and Zuko sighed. " Fine, a chocolate milkshake."
I walk into the building, figuring that if something's gonna jump on me, I'll just kick it. Then I'll shoot it. Anyways, I walk through the door, and sit down at the bar. I don't say anything. I just stare at the bartender.
"What d'you want?" he says, gruffly.
"A Bloody Mary," I say, raising my eyebrows.
"And 'ow do I know that you're old enough for one?" says the bartender.
"Do you really want to argue?" I say, making sure that he can see the handgun holstered at my belt.
And remember...A portkey can be any sort of harmless object...A football...or a dolphin. ~Snape, AVPM
"You are the egg, you are the chrysalis, you are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars." ~Will Henry, on Typhoeus magnificum
Never done one of these before, I'll probably mess it up, but oh well I'll go with Jade...
The building's dirty, really dirty. The place needs some calss, it's actually rather offensive to Jade. She confidently lifts her head. As she nears the building, all confidence leaves her face. Now looking completely unsatisfied, she enters the old tavern, and sits down at the grubby bar.
"May I have a glass of wine please?" Jade asks.
"Don't 'ave that 'ere, me love." The bartender laughs, showing a mouth full of rotted teeth.
"Oh, can I just have an orange juice then?" Jade replies, unimpressed.
"Course." Says the bartender.
As the bartender turns around, Jade glances to the side to see a large, dark brown, stiff, rotted rat lying on the uncleaned floor.
Still Zuko! (And do I get two gifts since I posted twice withing the first five posts? *bats eyelashes*)
I look at the few others around, trying not to laugh when the girl notices a dead rat. I consider burning it, but it'd just stink the place up even more. I sigh, gulping down the last of the milkshake. I turn the guy on my right. He seems unpleasant enough.
"Who are you?" I ask, turning to the bartender to ask what they have in this place to eat.
The two men at the bar are talking now. The one's rather attractive, I must say, even if he is a bit on the scruffy side. At least he's a good enough distraction from the dead rat. Maybe I should say something?
"Excuse me, what was that you just ordered?" I say to him, fluttering my eyelids.
The man turns to me and laughs. "What's it to you?"
I walked into the Tavern and over to the bar. The bartender stared at me as I sat down. I made sure he saw the gun on my left hip and the dagger strapped to my thigh.
"Scotch," I ordered and the bartender left me the whole bottle. I snatched a glass off the person next to me and poured myself a drink. I didn't care about whatever was already in it.
I sipped my drink and stared at the wood of the bar. I felt like hell, yet again.
I looked up when someone tapped me on the shoulder. "What?" I snapped.
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
Super Mario bounded into the Tavern, a glee look upon his face. He stopped jumping abruptly and ran a hand through his goofy mustache. Hm, I would like a tea right now, he thought.
"Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?” -John 11:25-26
Tapping the woman that had just walked in, I say. "Excuse me, that's extremely rude!" She simply laughs in my face. All of a sudden, a man with dark hair and matching dark mustache walks in. He's wearing a red cap, with the letter 'M' on the front, and a pair of red dungaree like things. This place is full of freaks. I jump off of my stool, literally sprinting out of the tavern. As I'm walking along the tattered pavement outside, I can hear an Italian man talking way too loudly from inside the tavern. Freaks.
This is just great. I was hoping this place would stay relatively quiet and empty. Guess not. I start playing with a fireball again, this time making it a bit bigger. The more uncomfortable the people in here are, hopefully the quieter they will be. I catch the fat Italian staring at my hands with wide eyes. I just roll my eyes and burn a napkin sitting next to my elbow.
I ignored the mab nearby who was bouncing a abll of fire between two fingers and threw the glass at the bartender. He dodged it but the glass shattered against the wall opposite me. I started to drink from the bottle.
"Hey you," I said without looking away from where the glass had hit. "Yeah, you with the fire. Put it out. I might be tempted to cause some trouble."
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
**Paige, Hell On Earth** ((She's a troubled one. Likes to fight sometimes but not to kill, not really. Zuko is a guy, right?))
I threw the bottle at the wall, smashing it.
"I said put it out!" I shouted. The bartender slipped off to the other end of the bar.
The guy beside me stared at me and made his flames bigger. I pulled my dagger on him-He watched, fascinated as I slipped it free from the sheath on my thigh.
"Put. It. Out." I snarled. He smirked at me. I burried the dagger up to the hilt in the wood right where his hand had been a moment ago. Me and fire did not mix.
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
