The Tavern

Tinge sauntered over to the counter Trav was sitting against, her head propped on her arms, a line of drool sliding from her mouth to her elbow. It was obvious that she had, inevitably, fallen asleep again. The glass of orange juice that had sat in front of her was now disappeared, and Trav was back in the position she had been in earlier. Tinge raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, placing a hand on the other woman's shoulder and shaking her slightly, not flinching slightly when Trav shot up, some drool falling onto Tinge's hand. "Trav, I think you need to go home and sleep." Tinge said.
"Mm." Trav responded, slumping back onto the counter. "I will...in ten minutes...maybe..."

Arah sipped his drink still looking around the tavern for someone he was looking for.

Cailey saw the sign and ran in, hoping for a drink. Instead she was met by a large group of people. She didn't know anyone, so she made her way quickly to the counter and ordered an ice cold root beer. Nate handed it over smilingly and Cailey took it and sat at an open table.

Arah looked over at the newcomer and smiled and staggered over to her* "Hey," he said smiling.

Trav again dozed for about 13.68 minutes before waking and making her way to the fireside and sleeping again. In her crazy sleep talk, she could be heard saying "thank you Tinge" through her murmers and snores.

TKP runs out saying "Free food and drinks at my house."

Tinge gives TKP a quick glance. "Free drinks? When can I come over?"

Noni enters the tavern. (She seems to have done this a lot without leaving the tavern. How strange.)

TKP runs back in saying "Is anybody coming?????"

Rosie staggers in, frizzy hair spiraling crazily in all directions. She stumbles over to the counter, manages to climb onto one of the bar stools, and immediately leans her chin on her elbows, staring directly at Nate.

"You wouldn't happen to have ginger ale?" she mumbles, smiling crookedly, glasses tilting on the tip of her nose.

Nate grins. "Actually, I do." He hands Rosie a frigid glass of ginger ale, the sides of the glass beaded with moisture.

"Thanks," Rosie slurs. "You wouldn't believe what happened to me today."

"What happened?" asks Nate.

"Where to begin?" Rosie sighs. "It all started with the flip side of my pillow last night at 3 in the morning...."

Then TheDay peers inside, embarrassed by the large crowd, but comes in anyway and seats herself on a bar stool.

"Can I have a vanilla shake with whipped cream and a cherry on top?" She asks Nate. "Coming right up," Nate smiles as he whirls away.

TheDay turns to Rosie. "So, what exactly have you been through today?"

My car broke down and the heavens suddenly found it the perfect time to pour. my clothes got drenched as i stood outside waiting for the repairman to come. but he didn't. I spot a tavern across the street and that reminds me that i didn't have my usually cup of coffee.
I seemed to have come in very noisily since I caused some people to stare at me angrily. my day was just horrible, I was supposed to have a meeting with someone but instead, I was in this tavern.
I went up to the front and asked if they sold coffee.
"I wonder if he knows...." I say to myself, lost in deep thought.

TheDay was rather intimidated by Rosie's explanation that the fairy folk had decided it was best to pelt her with snoozeberries right at the moment she found out the slept on the flip side of her pillow. Rosie then proceeded to release laughing gas and put the fairy folk to sleep, but making her laugh hysterically and get a severe cramp.

Rosie was at the point where black swans gatecrashed a very important meeting about the threat that dodos posed to her boss's dream of world domination, when TheDay turned to Zohali and smiled wearily. "I don't mean to be rude, but is she all right in the head?"

Rosie immediately looks at TheDay, brown eyes wide and smiling. She takes a swig of ginger ale and places her glass gently back on the counter, taking care to use a coaster. Nate smiles appreciatively.

"I can hear you, you know, Day," she says. "And no, I'm not right in the head. Not right anywhere, actually. To demonstrate, take a look at my leg." She scoots her stool back, hikes up her right pantleg, and points derisively at her ankle.

"See that tattoo? It's a wild horse, but it was meant to be a unicorn. It turns out that my tattoo artist didn't have his head entirely in the game when he was working on me. Everything about me is sort of off-kilter, just like my tattoo. And, if you hadn't noticed, my hair."

She pulls her pantleg down again, moves her stool back up to the counter, and picks up her glass. Peering at Nate with one eye, she mumbles,

"Have you told them the story about the crocodile?"