BEER $1 - WINE $2 - SPIRITS $3 - COCTAILS $4

[Mitsuko]

(Crim, not to be mean, but try not to do so much char-control next time. One of the most annoying things in RPing is when someone else controls your character. I don't think you meant to be annoying though. Just, watch out for it from now on. ^.^ K?)

Says "Thank you." to Syrius for refilling her glass as she sits.
Quickly tips the glass's bottom to the air, drinking the contents in a swig that she later regrets...
With a deep breath, she places the glass down and runs a hand through her purple hair, tucking some of it behind her pointed elven ear.

[Syrius]

Syrius sits at a little fold up table behind her bar and draws little pictures on the surface, she looks critically at her surroundings and you see that she is planning some renovations.

[Crim]

Helps sweep up Cedrik's broken glass and leaves.
(Sorry, I didn't mean to offend anyone by my comments.)

[Syrius]

Syrius smiles and thanks Crim for helping clean up, she pours him a free refill and asks for the next dance
(when he returns, of course).

[Asylum]

Walks into the bar and watches the dancers...Raises eyebrow questioningly but dismisses all thoughts of ill intent when eyes light upon an untouched keg of beer


(To keg) I have big plans for you my tubby friend. (To people present) Does anyone know if whiskey has been invented yet?..I brought my own tumbler

[Syrius]

Syrius turns to Asylum and gives him a tap for the keg, and some whiskey for the tumbler.

She looks around and notes that business has been slow since the dancing stopped...

"I wonder where Crim has got to?" she muses.

[Crim]

After adventuring in the forest, Crim decides to clean up and return to Syrius' for some wine.

Walking in, he notices no one is dancing and decides to take up a stool at the bar.

After ordering some wine from lovely Syrius, Crim tips his head towards Deimos and enjoys the music.

[Syrius]

Syrius looks at Crim and wonders why he is clean...

She hands him a glass of wine and demands the next dance.

[Crim]

Crim finishes his wine and places his cloak on a hook near the door.

Smiling from ear to ear, he takes Syrius' hand and leads her out to the dance floor.

[Syrius]

Syrius stares in astonishment.... "This is a dancefloor? I thought it was a table without legs...Well, this place is classier than I thought!"

She walks onto the dancefloor/table (?) and tries to dance but you wonder if she is having a fit...

She looks around again and notices that they have scared away all the other customers...hmmm.