Young Writers Society

Razorblade lets off a huge firecracker just to see what everyone will do.

Quippie is getting beat up by a huge masculine stranger, when...
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She uses what is left of her senses to figure out that the tavern is on fire! Suddenly, gaining a lot of strength for no apparent reason, she picks up the rather large bully and throws him into the fire, doing a crazy tiki dance around him and chanting in some native language.

"I didn't know firecrackers have the power to set a building on fire," Razorblade says, putting away the rest of her firecrackers.

"You'd be surprised," says Quippie, putting out the fire with a fire extinguisher. "You see... the firecracker's explosion startled some bozo lighting his cigarette, causing him to drop the match which lit some poor guy's notebook on fire, which spread, and... you know the rest."

Razorblade looks around.

"Not my fault!"

And bolts.

Tassen catches razorblade by the collar of her shirt. "Just chalk it up to someone else's magic gone wrong. I do that all the time!... er, I mean..... I've heard of people doing that.... *cough cough*"

"It was all Tassen's fault!" Razorblade yells before poking Tassen, shaking loose of his grip, and running for her life.

(bout freaking time you posted, lazy bum.)

"I didn't mean blame it on me!!!!!!" Tassen yells before grabbing her by the collar again, like a running kender (dragonlance reference....)

(ever get the feeling were the only ones who do much of this?)

"Catch me if you can, my chess loving geek friend!" Razorblade cackles, shaking loose of Tassen's grip and bolting out the door.

(Nope, not at all. [/insert sarcasm here])

Tassen randomly pokes people.

Dark Magik pokes Tassen back and goes back to drinking her float.

"Congratulations on your DragonLance reference. I was beginning to think i was the only one on this thread who had read it." Dark Magik says to Tassen's back, which was disappearing into the crowd, no doubt to find his next victim.

"One root beer float, puh-lease!" says JuSt_ImAgIne impatiently. She has had a rough day.

Razorblade rebuilds the Tavern while no one is looking.

Quippie sits and eats a peice of toast with jam, while listening to The Offspring on her imaginary iPod.
*Sigh* "I wish I had an iPod."

Razorblade sings "Look At That Cadillac" by the Stray Cats in the corner out of boredom.