Sral's Saloon

Welcome to Sral's Saloon! Hidden from most except for those that know where it is, it is the perfect hideout for criminals and escapees. Just watch your back. You might get stabbed.

Rules:
1. Have fun (This is awesome and cool, not depressing).
2. No swearing.
3. No killing inside the bar. Take it outside.
4. On the occasion that you are drunk, please refrain from breaking items in the bar.

There is a fighting ring in the back, if you want to use that. Otherwise, you know what to do!

Sral opened up shop. He took off the large padlock that kept the door shut, and set out some mugs. He unflipped chairs, took the large tarp off the fighting ring, and began washing dishes. Now all he needed was customers.

Rayah- Rayah is a beautiful rebel, She is being chased by her parents, her school, and the police. She is the most experienced fighter. This is what she looks like-

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Rayah-

I walked into the Saloon, hiding my head in my hood. When I realized it was safe, I released the hood, letting my hair down. "Whiskey?" I asked throwing 20 dollars on the bar. "Keep the change." I said.

Sral put the money in the cash register. He tipped his bald head in thanks. He opened up his stash of drinks, and withdrew a whiskey. He slid it across the counter. She caught it quickly.
"So," He asked, leaning on the counter with his arm. "Where do you come from?"

"I'm not really, from anywhere, I move around constantly." I said taking a huge gulp. I took out my gun and loaded it, putting back in my boot.

He nodded. Most of his customers were on the lam. Or homeless. He watched her take out her gun. Modern weapons. She was from the mortal world. Good for her. He took a swig of mead.
"Are you wanted for anything?"

"OHHH yessss...." I said grinning. " I got in a huge fight at school... Got a referal then I ran away, and stole my parents car, drove, the police got me, I punched them away, then came here." I said proudly. "Trust me, I won't get caught." I smiled, drinking the rest of my whiskey.

Sral chuckled. "So little? And you're on the run? Bah, that's nothing. I murdered my mother and her unborn baby in the night, took her heart, stuffed it down my father's throat, and suffocated him with it. Then I joined the Assassin's Brotherhood, where I continued to murder brutally. Now, I am just running this lowly bar."

"wow.... And how old are you?" I asked. "And yeah, Im on the run."

"Older than you are, missy," He said. "Much, much older. I was already very old when Queen Elizabeth the first was in diapers. You don't seem much older than sixteen. Ah, you still got a little while to live."

"I am 16." I grinned. "Everyone thinks I'm about 18, because I have a gun and I drink. It's normal for people to think that."

"I've been drinking since I was a toddler, back when there was no drinking restriction," He said, taking another drink. "I've been drunk more times than I could possibly count. At least a hundred times my age, which is saying something."

"hahaha, I've never been drunk." I said. "what so how old are you? Like 1,000? haha."

He smiled. "I'm not that young, missy. But thank you for the compliment. I try to look somewhat young."

"what?" My Jaw dropped. I backed away slowly... Taking out my gun.