I quickly order 10 pints of ginger ale, each from a different company. I down them, then order another of the one that was my favorite, which I proceed to sip.
You know that studded leather armour in films? Nobody wore that. I mean, how would metal studs improve leather armour?
I ride up on my mighty steed and sink strait(Strait is my lance.) into the ground, dismount, give my horse a carrot and walked into the tavern, "I would like Orange flavored Fanta"
*I sit there in padding and sips and I wonder why on earth is everyone ordering Ginger ail.
I walk in, seeing everyone drinking a Ginger Ale. Why is everyone drinking Ginger Ale?
I slap the counter as I say, "Give me some hot chocolate with extra marshmallows."
When I get it, I take a few sips, spit it out all over the beef man, and dump the rest of it on the growing crowd before slipping away, unnoticed and without paying.
"Aaloo is potato in urdu, like AAAAAA-loo, or like AAAAA-look such delicious deliciousness." -Pompadour
I walk up to the inn master and ask who did that, he pointed out the door and said "He didn't pay." I look at him and say I will be back I run outside mount and charge after the felon i catch him walking on a dusty road sucking his thumbs.
I charge him stick my lances point through his shirt and carry him back dangling to the inn keeper, The occupants pulled out knives and forks and said that if he didn't pay up they would make a soup out of him so of-course he paid up willingly.
the inquisition enters and levels steely glares on each and every patron. They head for a booth, fitting all thirteen in, and wait patiently for a serving wench. Each one then proceeded to take out their blades and clean the blood of werewolves and zombies off them with table clothes.
Well i feel the need to spin some new flavor into my writing so let's begin. ... ... aaaaand i got nada. Well writer's block is the worst. crank randomness to level eleven.
I walk in and decide to pick this place because I am doing a bar crawl. I get confused why people are drinking ginger ale and then I order a scotch and soda since I want to be special and not to go with what the crowd is doing...since I am a total hipster.
"Often, the best way to improve is swallowing your ego and realizing you're a terrible writer in all aspects of writing, then working to improve it." -R.U.
Rhia looks over at the hipster-y @Spotswood and giggles as she comes up with certain miscief. She distracts him, then draws a perfect handlebar moustache on the rim of his glass. Then, she hands him a pair of hipster glasses while saying, "I think you dropped these, sir".
Your head is a living forest full of song birds ~E. E. Cummings
Sidles in through the side door and (being the troll he is) pokes a hole in all the wine barrels and drink dispensers. The quietly exits and strides in through the front door, orders a tall glass of the taverns finest wine and waits for nate to come back with a bewildered look on his face.
I have a license that lets me solve aids - A friend of mine
Here Comes the Birdyyyy ~Poopsie
You gotta have the confidence of a gazelle running through a herd of lions - TK Sharp
cuts 15253's troll mustache off, then says, "I mustache you a question" and gives 15253's hair a mullet makeover, then, moving 15253's lips (he is frozen in place) says, " Let me mullet over."
