Saint Dean

With his hands in his pockets and his head down, Lestat walks into the pub, shuffling his feet behind him. He takes a seat at the far end of the bar and beckons the bartender towards him.

"Can I help?" Smiles the bartender, with a glass clutched into one hand and a cloth drying it with the other.

"Yeah, ermm I'll have a beer." Leastat mumbles.

He flicks his head moving his hair away from his dark eyes. His expression remained stale as his observed the people around him.

He turns around and leave the bar.

Lazlo

Brutus arrived at the bar around 3 that afternoon, hoping to take refuge from the hot mid day sun and unwind from his long weeks of training. He wore only loose fitting white pants, he had no shoes or shirt to speak of. He strolled nonchalantly to the bar, his broad chest glistening with a fresh coat of sweat. He only nodded at the bartender, who apparently knew him well enough to know exactly what he wanted. The older man behind the counter produced a large bottle of Jack Daniel's, and the saiyajin settled in at the bar for a relaxing night.

Fury

Fury exhaled a little harder than normal has he shoved the bar door open. Like the large man who had entered before him, Brutus, he wasn't dressed in his usual attire. Instead of his usual armor and and weapons, which took the form of a portable armory, he wore a simple pair of dark brown swimming trunks. This would be a first for most. Fury rarely removed his gear, and even more so rarely showed off any aspects of himself. He considered revealing such things a weakness. Fury wasn't extremely muscular, but he wasn't exactly put to shame by Brutus either. Although he didn't have the bulk, each muscle on his body had been given hours upon hours of attention through careful training giving him quite the muscle tone.

He took a few steps into the bar and the mixture of sea-water and sweat dripped from his frame. He moved to the bar with amazingly smooth movements. Careful balance played well with Fury's abilities, so it made sense for him to have trained that also. Upon arriving at the bar he nodded at the bartender and pointed to one of the many bottles of liquid that lined the shelf. The bartender removed the bottle of vodka from the shelf and along with a glass passed it to Fury. Fury nodded in the man's direction and then turned around to locate a seat.

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Raitro

“Meh, what can you do?” He asked, but in a rhetorical way.

He had suppressed a grimace when he heard Lucrecia mispronounce his name. For some reason, people always had problems putting the ‘r’ before the ‘o’. This was something that always irritated him, mainly because he did not understand what was so hard about enunciating his name.

“Focus!” Raitro mentally nudged himself. “This is no time to be bothered by insignificant stuff!”

The Saiyan looked away for a moment as he drank his pint of beer in a few swigs. After the alcoholic contents had been ingested, he sighed in relief and laid the empty glass cup on the counter in front of him.

“And don’t worry. I’m not much of a fighting-person. Never understood why we Saiyan’s loved it so much.” This wasn’t a complete lie. Raitro indeed did not love fighting, but inside him there was much hatred that he always kept at bay. So beating the crap out of someone when stressed out really helped him vent that pooling anger out.

As he considered his dishonest answer, Raitro caught a glint in Lucrecia’s eyes. It seemed like she was worried.

“You okay? You seem to be a bit unsettled…”

He took quick glances around the pub to see if anyone was giving Lucrecia the stink-eye, but saw nothing.

Lazlo

Brutus looked around the bar rather disappointedly. There seemed to be nobody who could offer him a real challenge. Except, of course, this Fury fellow. He seemed to be a strong warrior, he had an aura of power about him that sent a shiver down Brutus's spine. Brutus moved over the the man with his usual confident stride, stretching out his hand to shake the other man's.

"They call me Brutus," He said. "Who might you be?"

Madness

He sighed.

Freon was bored.

Boooooooooooooooored.

He glanced quickly around at the other patrons; they all seemed to be in worlds of their own, or simply talking to other people. No-one seemed interested in talking to him.

He froze, staring at the small stage set in the corner of the bar. It was garish and cheap, but if he could see what he thought he could see then... well, things were about to take an upturn.

He moved across the bar, no-one noticing his confident stride and his large grin. He climbed up onto the dark stage, smiling at the barman, who simply shook his head; he'd seen this before. God help us he thought to himself.

Freon's hands moved like lightning; assembling and plugging switches in. His work complete, he sat back. He flicked a switch. Several lights came on with a flash, shining upon the stage.

Freon stood up, grasping the microphone. He swept his hood back from his horns and lashed his tail. He opened his mouth and revealed row after row of sharp teeth.

"First I was afraaaaaaaaid, I was petrified," he crooned over the karaoke.

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Eragon

“Hm? Oh, no…”

With a vague half-shrug, the kai reclined in her chair, raised her glass, and took a small sip of water. Replacing the glass with a chink, she pressed her lips together and shrugged once more; she seemed uninterested in continuing the conversation or, even, in the bar itself; her eyes swept the room in a listless manner glossing over the other inhabitants of the room in the process.

She sighed.
“This place is… pretty boring after all…” she mumbled under her breath with a slight sigh. Oh well. What else could one expect from a planet like thi-

"First I was afraaaaaaaaid, I was petrified!"

The voice screeched in her ears, to the point that even the naturally composed Lucrecia’s eyes widened and she half-jumped out of her seat, blinking with shock.
“Ow.” she muttered placing a hand over each of her ears, as though in pain, half-glancing around the room for the sourceof the noise, curious as to where one could hide a bag of tortured cats.

“I think I went blind in my right eye…”

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burningvegeta

The bar was almost empty, empty of anything entertaining it was an bare wasteland bearing poor excuses for humans and the worst kinds of beings life had to offer; Freon Saiyans especially the kind Krudule was. Krudule had little money left within the pockets of his crimson mantle which lay across his back, covering the elevated high chair he happened to be seated upon; the Saiyan was a mess and by the looks of things he had been there all day, for he had no home.

His face was hung and grey; it could easily show that his life was existing in nothing but utter despair. He forced a small smile as his heavy left hand removed his visor from his face, and for the first time in a long time his eyes could see for themselves without the tinting of its scarlet vision or yellow cryptograms.

"First I was afraaaaaaaaid, I was petrified!"

The fastidiously Saiyan was seated backed to most of the people in the chilled saloon; he quickly lifted his left arm and poised his head under it to see what kind of a person was creating such a hideous racket. Well it wasn’t a hideous sound which the Changeling had made; but it was annoying to a great length to Krudule nonetheless.

"Darn…it"

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Raitro

Going for he’s thirteenth drink, he was too drunk to notice Lucrecia standing up to leave. His head went around in circles, vision blurry and senses distorted. And just when he was about to put the beer-filled glass to his lips, he heard a screeching noise coming up from the stage. It was so high-pitched it broke the glass in his hands. Alcohol spilled all over his pants.

“Why you crazy son of a gun…!” He mumbled, voice hoarse.

Raitro got up from his seat, made a weird-ass battle chant which went “AAAGGHHREEEEGHMOOO!”, and jumped over the stage, tackling Freon onto the floor. Being too inebriated to get up, Raitro stayed there, fallen asleep. He began to snore, which could be heard over the speakers.

Madness

Freon was suprised. They must love his singing! He had people throwing themselves at him!

He carefully rolled Raitro off the stage, petting him softly on the head. Raitro snored loudly.

Freon continued to sing, much to the disgust of the bar.

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burningvegeta

Krudule was a rarity of his kind; a loving, peaceful Saiyan. Though he was beginning to get a slight headache; listening to a load of hullabaloo and he wasn’t prepared to sit there longer. He turned his ruffled body around, and began to breathe deeply. He stumbled of his chair, and approached the stage where, he took a long gaze at snoozing Raitro; he eyed him up and down with disgust well it looked like that anyway, Krudule was very tired.

He stood in front of the singing catastrophe; he had left his Scouter on his table so Krudule’s face looked a little uneven, with his cluttered Saiyan mane. He belched and leisurely spoke to the Changeling…as charming as the young Saiyan was anyone one with any decency would refuse his invitation.

"Hey..you……w-want a drink?"

Though he had no money left…he would do anything to shut him up; "I-I'll buy it…".

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Masquerade.

Khase steps into the bar noticing it was him that indouced the awkward silence. Keeping too him himself he walks too the bar.
"Drink?" came from the man behind the bar

It took Khase a few seconds too relise he was talking too him
"Oh sorry yeh erm could i have a gin and tonic"

He waited for some one too start conversation with him seeing as he wasnt feeling so talkative himself.

Eragon

“Forget boring, this is annoying…” the kai muttered to her with a grimace; it wasn’t merely a choice of one or the other, however, since Lucrecia seemed both annoyed and bored. As if to compound the matter, not only did a changeling seem intent on nothing less than the complete deafening of the barroom while the saiyan she’d been talking to slept in a drunken stupor, she was out of both drink and cigarettes.

And so, it was with a groan of annoyance that the white haired woman slid into a seat in front of the bartender, propped her cheek against her hand and called for, “Water. And smokes,” the requested items set before her a moment later. Smiling with satisfaction, the woman slipped the packet into her trousers and leaned back; thank goodness for small pleasures, perha-

She lifted an eyebrow in confusion at the bartender, obviously awaiting payment due for services rendered.

“Five-fifty.”
“…What?”

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Masquerade.

"uh, dont worry bout it i got it" Khase muttered looking at the kai, Knowing it would probably do him so good seeing as he didnt have many friends.

he puts his hands in his pockets to get out some coins, placing it on the counter for the bartender

"Dont worry about it just give me a grett or two" Khase said with a smile on his face.

Eragon

“Huh? Oh…”

The female blinked, slight curiosity shining through her boredom; though a lot of planets had some form of bartering system like this, it was still a system that she hadn’t, perhaps, gotten her head around… there was, after all, not much need for something like it in the Otherworld...

“Thanks,” she mumbled in return, turning her attention, at eas outwardly, back to the drink, until her thoughts were interrupted by his ‘request’ for a ‘grett or two’. She raised her gaze slowly, as though both confused by the comment(which she was) or by the fact that he was talking to her(which, again, she was.)

‘I guess I owe him that much…’ she reminded herself, shoulders sagging into a shrug, withdrawing the cigarette packet.
“Knock yourself out,” Lucrecia commented, flipping it open and inviting him to withdraw his own.

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