The Tavern

*Walks in wondering what's going on... sees people stealing gold, drinking apple cider, banging doors, dancing in and out, blowing bubbles with bubblegum, mixing drinks, getting beat up, beating others up, screaming, calming others down, and basically doing utterly stupid and random things *

Mimi: Guys, I'm home!

Nate glowers at Mimi, muttering gruffly, "I'm not fallin' fer' that 'un again."

*wanders into the tavern, wide-eyed and amazed*

I've never been here before! Does anyone have cookies and milk? Can you add it to the menu? *puppy dog face*

*Stares at the wide-eyed music*

Mimi: err... ok?

Oh, so this is what the tavern looks like. Oh well, it doesn't look too different from the rest of YWS...

Wordsmith wanders in:

"Ooh, cool! This looks like fun!"

Then, noticing the crazy music and wild dancing:

"Then again, maybe not. Got any apple cider?"

You serve Coors in here, right? Because if not, then I'll just find another one to go to.

Coors?! Of course not! Beer? In a tavern? Perish the thought...

Walks in and shoots his .50 Caliber Desert Eagle in the air of the tavern, with 14 round extended clip loaded with Armor Piercing Bullets, "The Next rounds on me!" I yell like a crazed homicidal lunatic. I calm down, walk to a bar stool and sit on it. I lean on the counter to talk to the bartender "Get me a Patrone Silver and Lime Margarita" and I dig in my pocket for money to pay. I accidentally put a frag grenade on the counter, "Sorry, wrong pocket..." I speak sheepishly quickly shoving the frag grenade back in my pocket. "I know I have money somewhere..." I speak to the bartender as I continue to feel around in my pockets.

Twenty minutes later...

"No, that's not money..." I say placing a .357 Magnum on the bar counter. I reach in for my backpack again and pull out a Chihuahua puppy, "How did that get in there?" I question myself out loud looking at the Chihuahua pup and then place it on the counter along with a bunch guns, blades and ammo. I reach in my back pack again, this time a pull out a steel case, "Wonder if my money is in here?" I question myself out loud. I put the steel case on the counter, unlock it and open it. There lays three pieces of a M100 Anti Vehicle Sniper Rifle that has three clips with .50 cal AP rounds, "Sure knows hell that ain't no money" i speak out loud closing the case. After twenty-five minutes of searching for money, "Just forget about it!" the bartender yells out in frustration and continues "I cannot believe that you can find..." he pauses and looks at the pile of weapons on the counter and he starts to list them

"Three frag grenades, a .357 Magnum, two Sawn-Off shotties (Shotguns), a MP5, a P90, a M79 Grenade Launcher, a M100 Anti Vehicle Sniper Rifle, two Snake Slayer .410 derringers, a cult 45, three serrated edged switch blades and a chihuahua puppy..." he lists all my items on the counter. "Oh, i forgot one more!" I yell out forgetting my gun case I carry in my left hand. I open and lift up a M202A1 FLASH Rocket Launcher onto my shoulder. The bar goes a bit quiet seeing the M202A1 FLASH Rocket Launcher, "What guns are always fun!" I yell out a bit defensively and crazily. The only sound was that of my chihuahua puppy "Taco" crying a bit on the counter because he wanted me to hold him. "Well forget you guys then, I don't need any of you..." I say quickly throwing my weapons in my backpack. I put Taco in my shirt pocket, pick up the M202A1 FLASH Rocket launchers case and get my drinks, "Damn people act like they never seen a chihuahua before..." I speak naively and walked to an empty table away from the crowd.

I get to the lone table, Taco has something in his mouth... its a money clip he got from my shirt pocket, "That's where my money is at!" I yell out barely remembering about it.

*wanders in*

Something tells me I'm not allowed here, but what matter? i'll have something strong, please...

*Saunters back in wearing her new black leather jacket, and a purple badge labelled instructor*
Mia: Oi, would someone please fetch me a coke?

Suddenly a newbie stalks in, looking... new!

Newbie: Alo I is new, i is also a gud riter, its ovios tho innit!

Most of the YWS members in the bar fall to the floor, muttering protective charms and fanning themselves with four leaved clovers.

Mia: Don't worry YWS I will protect you!
*begins to instruct newbie on good grammar and spelling*
Newbie: Why thank you very much.

Mia: It's all good... now can I please have my coke?

Walks in, and as a general newbie round here(not the one described above) is incredibly confused. Still, I can see that, in the immortal words of whoever it was at the tea party in Alice In Wonderland, "We're all mad here." Gives a huge grin and joins in the party...

Wordsmith grins and leans back, sipping cider.

"Turns out I was wrong...."

BondGirl walks in like a cowboy from one of those old western movies.
She looks around at all the mayhem, and feels right at home.

"One lemonade with a little club soda in it, please."

When her drink arrives, she drinks slowly, while protecting it from dastardly drink thieves.

(Walks in amazed) Ooh, so this is what the fuss is about! Pretty sweet place you've got here, this tavern.

(Goes over to bar) Hi! Do you have hot apple cider, too, I hope?