The Tavern

Jordan looked up, "Alien Ship its been too long!" She got up from her chair, she held out her hand to him, but quickly pulled it back to her side remembering the last time she had shook someones hand.
"Oh you know the usual. You?"

The Cyth glared at her. "You know I hate that nickname! My name is Minal, kindly remember it!"
Minal sat next to Jordan and looked up at the still nervous wolf man. "I don't bite I promise. Have a seat."

Henry got some more sparkling pomegranate to calm his nerves. The cup wasn't steady in his hand as he sat down. He knew this person mainly by reputation, but he'd also seen him on the battlefield. He shuddered, splashing juice everywhere. Minal glanced at him briefly.
"You cold?" he asked.
"Oh, no, I'm just a little...nervous. I'm not very social, y'know?"

"Really? Your not social? You were just dancing on yonder table. You were also singing. Most anti-social people I know don't do those things." Minal smiled, knowing full well that Jordan had been controlling Henry.
Henry gave Minal a discomforted look.
"You were good. Perhaps you should go into the entertainment business."
Jordan laughed, writing frantically in her 'mysterious' black book.

The Scrat *moi* scampers in, nose twitching. Perching on a rafter, she orders a root beer float. With an acorn on top >.> *Does awesome Scrat moves to hide acorn*

Scrat sits in the corner, sipping her root beer float and scans the crowd, looking for familiar faces but finds none.

The-C-Writer cautiously enters, glancing around nervously. "Howdy y'all." She said tentatively to the crowd. She tugged nervously on the strap of her shoulder bag. "Can I get a Cherry Pepsi, please?" she asked Nate. As soon as the glass touched the bar top, she grabbed it and walked over to a seat not far from Adam, secluded from the rest. She reached into her bag and pulled out a laptop as well, then began clicking and typing away. She was starting to like here.

Priceless walks in, fiddling with her hands, looking around nervously.

Snoink falls on Priceless, giggling helplessly.

"Did someone give her too much alcohol to drink?" Jordan calls out.

"Hey, how was I supposed to know what happens when I give her soda!" Meshugenah cried.

Priceless stares at Snoink with wide eyes.

Emma walks in and... yawns

Moon walks in with bright eyes expecting a new experience. She looks around and... "It's gonna be on of those days, huh?"

Mac enters the hot, noisy tavern, his eyes darting from one direction to the next in search of a seat. There was one over there but he wasn't so sure if he really wanted to sit next to them. As soon as he noticed them looking at him, he averted his gaze, pulling out his phone and pretending to text nervously.

Ariel walks in with a smirk on her face. She orders a beer, then turns to her beloved Snoink. "Excuse me miss, are you drunk?" She shines a flashlight in front of Snoink's eyes.

Mac walks to the bar and orders some 7up. He notices Snoink some people gathered in the middle, one looking particularly drunk. She walks to Mac and snatches the 7 up as it sloshes around in the glass cup before throwing the 7up at the crowd. The crowd disperses.
"Oi! What was--" he begins.

Moon is a bit cynical, watching the chaos around. Her right hand reaching the inside pocket of her jacket, her slender fingers encounter the cool surface as she slowly pulls it out. It just on the edge when moon pushes it back inside. Why not enjoy it while I can, she thinks to herself as she orders 7up...