Shadeslayer walks calmly into the bar and thanks Youngwritergeek for making room. He quickly swipes Kyte's drink without him noticing and drains it in one breathe.
I Should Have Complete Faith In My Own Existence, Because In Order To Be Decieved About Anything, I Must First Exist
Jasmine is getting restless. "Just going for a wander, iQuipple. You can keep listening here." She gives the other earphone to iQuipple and crosses over to the other side of the tavern to get another drink. As she rumages in her bag for her money,which she then realises was in her pocket the whole time, she comes across her "Nollaig Shona" (Merry Christmas) banner.
"Do you guys reckon it's too early to put this up? If not, does someone want to help me?"
"Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise." -Maya Angelou
She quietly enters and sits down, asking for a Root Beer that is given to her
shortly.
After a few sips she feels the sugar rush making its way to her as a giddy smile
appears on her face.
She shyly stands up, "I'll help you put it up."
Jasmine smiles. "Thanks very much!" She drags over two chairs so that herself and InYourMindI'mThere can reach, and then fishes some sellotape out of her bag and cuts some off, handing some to I.Y.M.I.T. "So, how are you today?" she asks, beginning to stick up her side of the sign.
"Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise." -Maya Angelou
Stella walks calmly in dressed like Holly Golightly and sits at the bar. She takes off her sunglasses and says "A glass of milk darling and step on it." She looks at Jasmine's banner and says "Oh you're such a darling, Nollaig Shona Duit freisin, sorry it's a tad late."
"Stella. You were in my dream the other night. And everyone called you Princess." -Lauren2010
Seeminglymeaningless barges into the tavern, and quickly shuts the doors behind her. Booom! She tries to hold the door in place while someone on the outside tries to get in.
"Help?" She squeaks.
"I'll help you!" Cries Snoink, shoving a cube of sugar into her mouth, and trotting over.
"Avast!" Cried the official YWS pirate, and held the door closed.
The banging slowly stopped, and Seeminglymeaningless wiped her brow.
"Well thank god for that." She nodded at her two helpers, and took a seat at the bar, "Could I please have a plum, floating in champagne, served in a man's hat."
Everyone turns to face her.
"I thought we've already settled this matter." Nate sighs, and cleaned out a mug with a dirty towel.
"Oh." She said, "Well, what about a salty, sugary, rootbeery, cream soda/coke?"
Tassen Spellbinder stopped chugging down his drink, "Eh?"
Fred, the robotic bartender readied her drink and handed it to her. Taking a sip of th surprisingly good drink, she watched a couple of people trip the light fantastic and rip up the dance floor.
Firearris enters the tavern and sits down.
"What can I get you?" The bartender asks.
"An Irish cream soda please."
"Okay." While the drink is being made, Firearris jumps to the dance floor and starts disco dancing. She watches as fred does the robot and the electric slide, then Firearris starts doing hip-hop. Firearris watches as Dreamer comes in and starts doing the moonwalk. Firearris opens fred's head and puts a CD in. When she closes it, fred's mouth starts moving and elvis music comes out.
[Griffinkeeper] 10:45 pm: The guard appears "We have weasels now!" [Firearris] 10:45 pm: askes the guard for the weasel! [Griffinkeeper] 10:45 pm: The guard gives Firearris the Weasel. [Firearris] 10:46 pm: aquires the weasel and renames it "Cat" Take that, Lumi.
Arvy creeks the door open, cocks his head up, takes a peek, becomes aware of the mess and leaves again, leaving the door open.
"The cold icy winds will blow you drunken minds to Styx!" he said "And beyond if need be!" adds, aware of the utter emotionally (or otherwise) unstable mindset he's currently in.
Without sensibility no object would be given to us, without understanding no object would be thought. Thoughts without content are empty, intuitions without concepts are blind.
GingerLizzy stumbles through the door of the hearty and welcoming Tavern and doubles over, out of breath. A couple of heads turn to look her way, some concerened, others amused.
"I'm okay! I'm okay!" She exhales, straightening up and waltzing over to the bar area, settling herself upon a bar stool while completely oblivious to the havoc around her; disco dancing was never her forté.
"Hm, how can I help you?" The bartender slid down the bar, raising a brow.
"Uhhhh... Orange. Orange juice, s'il vous plait." She replied with a nod of her head.
Onceuponatim3xo hesitantly steps into the tavern - nervous from all of the loud noises - then sits down at the bar and orders a hot chocolate.
She pulls her coat together to keep herself warm from the cold and sips the hot chocolate that the bartender handed her - all the while staring at the dance floor and wondering why people are dancing to thriller.
It is better to travel well than to arrive. -Buddha
