The Character Tavern

Twitch (who is a girl.)

I growled. You don't touch the robot cat. Unless I have given you permission. It took me a straight year of painstaking labor to get her right, and I would be in charge of what I could and could not do with her. I grabbed my bag, Repo, the bundle of blueprints, and my sketchpad, and threw myself into a booth.

So much for a relaxing drink. Of, you know, energy drink. I tapped my ID and scowled.

Anne-Mey


I opened my mouth to speak when the sudden tingling sensation pulled over me, I shook slightly when he demanded to know what I wanted to drink. He gave me a coke and I drank it rather quickly, not enjoying the sensation of the acidic bubbles in my empty stomach. "Thank you." I told him, my voice was harsh and raspy from my screams of help earlier.

Stephen walked into a rather boring looking bar-like place, whatever it was, and pulled up a booth. "Hey, you," he said, gesturing at the bartender...maid...whatever, he wasn't even paying attention. His nose was back into a black notebook by then. "Get me a rum-and-coke, will ya? Assuming you got any in this weird-as-heck place."

((He's totally a Mafia dude, btw. Prohibition dude. From the past. Epicness levels: high.))

Allei

I turned around, looking over at the man with the notebook. "Now what is that?" I asked, words only slightly slurred. It takes a lot to actually get me drunk seeing as I don't tend to be the normal public.

"A little, black book, obviously," he says, before closing it and slipping it back in his pocket. He smirks a little, then takes his drink from the bar tender.
"You're welcome," the bar tender drawls.
Stephen just waves him off.

"No, really?" I ask him sarcastically, "I hope the bartender slugs you one in the face, you deserve it you sarcastic mutt." I tell him, but the efect isn't as I intend as I lose my balance and cling to him for a moment before backing away. I can feel the tail curled up underneath my skirt stirr, and it falls loose and curls up around my thigh. I fix my hat, trying to make sure nothing is seen.

((Sorry for poofing...back again...))

He rolled his eyes and brushed himself off. He noticed the tail but he'd seen weirder. "That's a lovely thought. Yo! Bartender? Wanna take a shot at my ugly mug, then?"

I saw the bartender's expression and waved a hand in dismissal, "I'd like to take a shot at you." I tell him, glowering and throwing my hand up and knocking away my hat. "Damnit." I shree as my large ears, at the top of my head, raise at the sounds that swallow the tavern. I growl, but look at him. "Care to come outside, we can settle this with a bit of one on one."

His eyes widen a little. "Shiz, you're weirder than I am," he says, then eyes her closer. "Sure," he says, then finishes his shot. "But wouldn't that be animal abuse, love?"

Allei

"Ah, I've heard that before." I mutter, taking down the two left over shots and staring him in the eyes. I still wasn't drunk, damnit. I rose from my chair, "Let's take it outside then, you can see whose best." I sashayed towards the door, giving him a taunting look before shoving it open and holding it there.

He chuckled and just got up, throwing a bit of cash on the bar, before following her. "Got a problem with walkin' normally?" he asked her, as he breezed past.

Seres walked up to the bar and saw two people, who looked like they were going to fight. He blinked. One of them had furry ears and a tail. I really need that drink. He walked in and looked around. It was dim, kinda dusty and crowded.
"Where's the bartender?" he asked the air.

"You ever learned to talk to a woman?" she asked him, going to the alley beside the bar and smiling wickedly in the darkness. It was there that her grey eyes seemed to be a ghostly white, as she looked at him, waiting. "You make the first move, you piece of trash." she spat, curling her lip and revealing large canine's. Not like a vampires, not like that at all, but they were more of an animal's teeth than human,

I saw the two storm out of the bar; I had to do something. I didn't have the time to be investigated by officials if one of them died.

"You make the first move, you piece of trash." The girl spat, with a slight taunt in her voice.

'Neither of you will." I hissed, throwing up a barrier of magic so neither of them could pass.

"Put it down!" The man exclaimed.

"No! None of us here can afford, or in my case have enough time, for police to snoop around us. I'm a tad to well known on the black market for them. No, you'll have to talk it over." I demanded, placing a simple leg-lock charm over them so they can't move. Or attack.

Seres didn't see the bartender, so he walked back outside. Some guy had put up a glittering barrier of magic around the two who looked like they were going to start a fight. They were struggling to move, but failing. He walked up to the man.
"Nice barrier"