The Bar

____ Intro ____

Upon entering the medieval styled tavern, you can't help but notice how crowded the place is. Patrons and patronesses sit at almost every table, a band plays a jolly musical number while sobers and drunks alike skip around in time to the song. Tavern maidens and waiters cater to the customers, bringing meals and drinks to them. The scents of baked bread, grilled meats, fresh cheese, and heavy alcohol fill your nostrils as you walk past the crowded tables. Chatter flies back and forth, within and outside of tables, the burly looking Tavern Guardian stands near the doorway, surveying the activity with eagle eyes, ready to leap to action should things get out of hand. The tavern is very clean and well kept, the floor looks as if it was still freshly polished, no rats or roaches to be seen, and no broken shards from shattered plates or bottles are scattered about. Looking over to the less active area, you notice two women working the bar. One of them, a black furred wolf woman with bat-like wings, notices you, and beckons you to take a seat.

The vintage leather covered stool creaks slightly as you sit down, and look at the homely face of the black furred winged wolf woman. " Welcome t' da Tavern, hunny, wut kin I do fer ya? Ya want a cup 'o our finest dwarven ale?" she asks, gesturing to a group of barrels underneath a shelf filled with varieties of liquor. " Er mebbe yew'd like yer choice of our specialty wines, shipped in frum all 'cross da country," she suggests, opening a wooden cabinet filled with wines of all types, from cabernets to zinfandels and more wines that were possibly imported from foreign parts. " Hurr, er mebbe Ah kin fix ya up wiv a special howse drink, yer choice of liquors n' flaverings n' alcohol amount," she adds, idly pouring herself a shot glass of some very dark brown colored rum that gives off an absolutely sharp scent of cinnamon spice, and downs it faster than the blink of an eye, her yellow-orange eyes gazing at you, her tongue idly running about her lips and unusually long canines, which probably tasted like cinnamon from the rum. Still seeing as you are unsure, she adds in, " 'Course if'n yew ain't a liquor-luver, Ah kin rustle yew up sum milk er tea er sumsuch, hurr hurr hurr," a small chuckle bubbles up from her throat as she finished the sentence.

Seeing as you are still slightly hesitant. She tilts her head and asks, " Well? Wut'll it be, hun?"

(( Here is where y'all can sit on down, have a drink, and talk with each other. Be nice and have fun. If you are caught flaming, barfighting, or any other riotous behavior, the Tavern Guardian will throw you out and you will be given a Bar Warning. Get about three and you will be banned from the Bar.))

*Slams fists down on the bar counter*
I'll have a chocolate milk, and a scotch!

"Don't shout at the Tavern, sirs, unless it's absolutely necessary. And don't break any furniture. You'll be paying for damages."

Gimme something to chew on, Maria. Thanks.

A wolfman walks into the bar his fur of coal black with streaks or crimson running through it. He wore armor and had the look of a soldier about him in the way he moved and held himself. He comes to the bar and sets next to the patron demanding chocolate milk and scotch. I'll have a mug of spring water and the heartiest meal you got.

"Comin' right up, huns,"

*she takes out a few mugs, taking one and filling it with cold spring water from the tap. Setting it down near the black wolfman, she fills another mug with melted chocolate syrup, mixing it with milk from a frosty pitcher. Serving it to the patron who demanded it, she smiles again.*

" Ah'll git started on da scotch, and dat meal for yew too, sir," she says, nodding to the wolfman at the last part.
" As fer da Guardian, whatcha feels like chewin' on? Ya want a piece o' jerky? We got plenny o' dat."

*The patron takes the cold mug of bliss infused milk and raises it to the barstress and wolfman beside him.*

"When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven!"

*He turns to the patrons of the Tavern with his cup still raised high.*

"So, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven!"

*The man drinks the chocolate milk and a satisfied "Aaah" escapes his lips.*

Just gimme a piece o' gum. I need to keep a watchful eye on this bunch. I'll drink after these few leaves.

*Moves over and stomps down on a heated argument about to turn into a fight.*

" Gum it be, den,"

The bartendress walks over to the liquor cabinet and begins making the patron's scotch, while reaching over, plucking a piece of gum from a jar nearby and tossing it to the Guardian.

How ye like yer scotch, sir? Mildly alcoholick er O'er de Top alcoholick? Hurr hurr hurr!"

*The patron's eyebrow lifts drunkenly*
Hic! I like mah scotch strong, like mah women, Haha!
*The man takes a sip of his chocolate milk, rocking in his chair. How he can get drunk off milk is still unknown.*

The wolf laughs at the man "ms. looks like you put some pure chocolate in there and hows my food comeing along!" The wolf catches the mans chair as it starts to tip "be careful there friend."

The bartendress laughs along with the patron,

" One helluva strong scotch comin' up!"

She mixes up the ingredients, adding in as much liquor as was needed. Once finished, she places the frosted mug of scotch in front of the patron, who is rocking in his chair.
Upon hearing the wolf's comments, she grins widely and chuckles,

"Only de fines' ingreedients we use 'ere! Hurr hurrrr!"

She nods to him as he catches the patron's chair as it was about to tip,

" Yeeeeup! Beeter be carefull der! Don' wanna knock in de ol' noggin, do we?

When the wolf asked about his food, she looks to the kitchen,

"Jest a momen' hun,"

The bartendress walks away from the counter and into the kitchen, calling the chef,

" Oi!! Quincy mah boy! Wot's de status on dat meal??"

the wolf laughed again as his food got to him "lay off the scotch budy you're drunk enough from that chocolate milk!" Takeing a deep smell of his food he digs in "ahhh I love this stuff in the morning beter than the slop they surve us at the baracks."

*Stares around the bar. Frowns as a bar fight starts at the far corner.*

Alright, that's it! You two," *grabs the collars of both men. "Out of here!"

*Throws the two of them out and closes the door, leaving them cursing and swearing. Continues watching the bar while chewing gum.*

*The patron raises the rest of the chocolate milk above his head, his eyes shut and a grin on his face*
I LOF dis place!
*He turns the glass over, and catches the last stream of milk in his mouth*

"enjoy the milk man ya milk man." he started takeing a few more bits of his food as the drunkard contiplated his remark. "Bartender I'll have a chocolate milk now to with no alchol in it." he gave her a smile.

The bartendress gives the wolf man a strange look, then laughs and grins.

" Ah ain't put no alcohol in dat choclate milk, sonny, wot ye tink Ah am?"

She grins at the other patron as he shouts out, drinking the last of his milk,

" Yer scotch be's ready too, go 'head n' drink up!"

The bartendress then turns around and takes out another frosted mug, pouring in some melted chocolate, and mixing in a good amount of milk, stirring it all with a large spoon before handing it to the wolf man.

" 'ere ya go, sonny! One choclate milk!"

A confident blonde strides in and sits beside another customer... Who is apparently already well on his way to unconsciousness.

She glances at the bartender, slipping a note on the counter and slyly asking, "How about a mojito? Without too much sugar, if you please."