Young Writers Society

Imp, to all appearances, seems to be wondering whether sleep is really very prudent under the circumstances. But the question might be whether prudence has anything to do with it...

Imp yawns.

"D'you know, sugar seems just as bloody dangerous as alcohol."

Nutty grins at alice and adam. "Hey, guys. The banana smoothies are good!"

I perfer Chocolate

Kitty finishes her first drink and edges past the crazy people, back to the bar.
"What snacks do you have?" Kitty queries.
"Well there's sugar..." Snoink grins.

"How about a nice piece of toast or fruit," Adam suggests, pushing the sugar snacks and bowls of sugar out of view.

Alice grabs a bit of the sugar just as Adam pushes it out of reach.

Sumi wanders in with a laptop and a huge dufflebag and sits dreamily on a barstool.

"Cole'coka, please."

* Moved to 'Randomness' until I find a more proper forum for this! Storybooks doesn't really work as, even though it's an RPG, it doesn't invole a lot of the same literary elements that many of the storybooks encourage *


Nate looks at Sumi with a quizzical look. 'What is is Cole'coka?' he wonders. After a few seconds, he shrugs, and he hands Sumi a Coca Cola, but with a cherry in it just so that it seems somewhat different.

Afterwards, he looks around the pub and decides to saunter off to the back room for a small rest; leaving behind his assistant Fred to take care of everything. As he begins to sleep, he thinks he hears Fred asking a customer what they think of his dress.

"The opposite of Coka-Cola, more commonly known as Pepsi." Sumi grins and looks around.

"Uh. Your dress is very pretty," Kitty replies awkwardly as she bites into a rather strange looking apple.

"Thank you....is that an apple?" asks Sumi as she gawks at the apple Kitty is putting into her mouth.

"I think so," Kitty replies. "Would you like one?"

"Thanks. Hmm, tastes kind of...minty. Where in the world did you get 'em?" Sumi grins and takes another bite. "I want to see if they grow strawberries."

Tassen walks in, looking ecstatic. "ITS OPEN AGAIN! HALLELUJAH!" He screams, then stops as the staff he is carrying suddenly shoots off sparks. He quickly makes his way to a seat. "Root beer please. And do you want a fire in here? I can light one, you know..." he says, eyeing his staff with a grin.

(Thought: if this place does milk, and sodas, why not ice cream or rootbeer floats?)

Matt comes through the door slowly, and makes his way to the bar, feeling safe in this small crowd of people.
"Diet Coke, please."
He let himself relax a little, and looked around nervously, muttering to himself.
"Maybe they won't find me here..."