The Australian kiss [Open to All]

[Faded]

Stretching out, Faded stayed in his chair, gazing around the place until the other man started up a conversation with him, talking about simple enough things such as how strange his day had started off up to when he saw a brand new building opened up for business. Nodding along to him, he merely admitted that he had woken up about an hour or so ago. That brought a harsh laughter and a couple... jokes, about why he might be staying up so late at night to sleep in. Not sharing in a dirty sense of humor, Faded simply sighed, looking away. It put a damper on the man's willingness to go on for a second, but he quickly picked it back up as he stood up. Smiling brightly, the guy told him he was gonna grab them a couple drinks to relax better.

Waving a hand while the guy went back towards the bar, Faded didn't exactly have plans on staying at the table for that drink. Getting up quickly, he made his way back to hide out in the restroom at first. Giving it a second thought that he might be found out too easily there, he simply used it as an excuse to get out of sight range of the man. Staying for a few minutes longer, he peered back around the corner about the same time as the carebear's cry for her mother. It wasn't something he heard too often, and what was even stranger was the newest guy who suddenly appeared in the bar. Without being able to catch all of the conversation from his hiding space around the corner, the one taking the bear away gave the impression of being a bouncer, taking the drunken out.

Well, at least it gave him a good enough distraction to inch over from the corner to the side of the bar, peering over the top to stare at the dwarf, wanting to get his attention when they he might have the time.

Word Count: 335

[Tobin]

(OCC: Silly Tobin, why you write so much?)

Word Count: 911

The dwarf actually didn't seem partially surprised at Caer’s improvised pillows and when he had initially risen. His foggy gaze had simply gazed upon them, blinked once as he imagined for a brief moment of how comfortable it would be to be suffocated in that stranglehold, before he chuckled and shrugged.

"Sometime ya gotta keep ya enemy closer than friends, dun't git much closer then dat."

Tobin then preformed the other actions previously described, the song that he paid a few coin for and reminded the druid that there was indeed a second drink in front of her nose. Then, like Faded he took a position behind the counter to observe more quietly. After all, the situation of watching a monk tame a power player with just her bosom required no intervention, just an observing eye. J-just to make sure nothing bad happens! B-Baka!

Though when Mab came over to join them and joined the hug. Having practiced his poker face many a time the last couple of months, while normally it would not have worked, but this time his face nailed the expression perfectly at the cuddling "family". The pink aura offered a overwhelming visionary sensation of the darkest of eastern magic’s, MOE. The blood curdling tales of men-children becoming obsessed on this infestation obtained through the dark magic of anime. In some of the darkest circles it was rumoured being affected by MOE lead to the greatest, deepest sin of all. Bronisum. The dwarf knew exactly what to do in situations like this, the ultimate ward against foul magick’s. He grasped his hand around the liquor left unmolested on the counter and knocked the rest of the bottle back in one continuous chugging motion, the alcohol briefly dragged such thoughts away, the full price of the bottle paid with the coin obtained in the last half hour. Tobin was mentally thankful there was a bar between them as he sighed, dropping the bottle into a recycle bin otherwise the bar would have obtained an extra tap. Once again influence from the east was repelled once more.

-Perhaps I really need to seek 'counselling'-

He thought, as a hum danced on his tongue from the backing track, seeming to compliment the 'family' moment in memory.

"I never want to close my eyes, I never want to fall asleep, because ya will wreak the bar, and I dun't wanna miss a thing"

He hummed the song gently after that, though his eyebrow raised slightly as he had the vague feeling that Elk missed the song and that Mab seemed a tad too young to recall it. Not aiming to unravel any great mysteries mind you, just professional curiosity.

“Aerosmith, I don’t wanna miss a thing, remember hearin’ it da the time in the 90’s, admit without ta adjusts. Never heard it b’fore?...”

The dwarf sighed as he picked up a disposed glass and began to clean it, now noticing a new stranger, Kurmori had slipped in when he had been preoccupied and was currently being served by a Lander Barkeep, partly purposely as if not to disturb the atmosphere. The Dwarf met his eye briefly and flicked his gaze away back to Elk in a silent acknowledgement. Though in the meantime things had radically escalated, with Caer now shaking the monk and claiming her to be her mother?! IT WAS LIKE SOMETHING STREIGHT OUT OF STARWARS?! NoooOOOOOOoooOOOOOO”!

“Lass, Caer, calm down! Heres a drink, chill!”

Naturally, since his animal tamer level wasn’t high enough, he crushed ice and poured a ratio of pineapple and syrup into a glass for her, by then the brother/man of the girl had come over and was whispering to her in some easterly tongue, normally the Dwarf might have interjected with a movie quote, something about English, but this time he remained silent and simply held the glass out.

“Tak’ the glass, brin’ back later. Ya owe me.”

She likely wouldn’t be able to taste the fact that it was essentially pineapple juice, though. He personally didn’t oppose the assassin from leaving, though a gaze would follow him all the way out, followed by a sigh of relief. He withdrew the Aeryn guild seal from the pocket in the hand, the solid slab of affiliation seemed so light in his hand, there were finger shaped indentations at the edges where it had been crushed, a reminder of the slime incident.

“A game the whole family can play. All I can get tha’ lass is drunk” There was a pause as the bartender seemed lost in his thoughts as the guild seal turned over in his hand like an elaborate coin, a river of bronze, before being flipped back into his inventory. The things he had to do for that extended family. I mean, Caer needed to sober up, Kumori came to take her away, that was fine. “Sorry ‘bout that Elk, last time I woke her she punched me ‘alf way ‘cross a field. Gahahaha, I hope ya understand why I didn’t wanna separate ya… Well, ya know what, since I’m on a losing streak already, ya next drink is on me. Heck, I might need one myself. Any preferences? Or same again? How ya been doin’.”

Perhaps he was talking a bit too much, but at the moment it was his priority to distract the monk, though Faded's eyes were on him.

“Hey Bast, soamthin’ positive be good about now! Hey, ya want somethin'? ”

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 22 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 520	Tags: Tobin Elkeid @dindeen Bast Faded Kumori	Skills: none used

Mab had gone back to her chair after her silly display of idiocy or otherwise known as affection. It was a spur of the moment decision she would usually have never made. Mab was not one to randomly hug people, and she would cease to do so from now on. Physical contact with people she barely knew was something very unusual for the girl, and she could not understand why she did so. Not really understanding the side effects of alcohol. She sat herself back on her previous barstool and looked at the drink that was sitting in front of her. Though the taste was awesome she did not gulp it down in one go like she did last time. This time the girl decided to make the drink last. What happened next was something that very much baffled the girl.

The pink bear started crying, and asking for her mother. Mab did not understand, why someone would do that. Then again, Mab and her mom had never been that close to begin with. So she really wasn’t missing her much to start out with. However it did not really sound like Caer and her mum got along that much better either. It was none of Mabs business though her heart broke a little when she heard the girl wail. Feeling there was nothing she could do for the distraught pink bear, Mab just sat there stunned into silence. The usually sunny girl had no remarks, questions, or anything of the sort. She had nothing to say that could make the Caer bear feel better. She wished she did. However it seemed that the wailing pink bear would be saved, by the same guy Mab had met earlier. Always looking out for that girl. Mab did feel an unjust stab of jealousy trob through her body. No-one had ever looked out for her that way. Even when he was talking in faery to her his voice sounded soothing, caring even. Ignoring the world around him, as if the crying girl was all that existed. Mab disliked him a little for that. Not really sure why she did, she choose not to examine that ugly side of her too much. That would just be too sad really. Things that made Mab sad would best be ignored or pushed aside. The druid decided for now.

She said nothing as the two started to leave the building though she felt like she had a lot to say. None of it would be able to escape her usually talkative lips. All of a sudden Mab felt very lonely indeed. She decided to focus her attention to her drink instead.

“Tobin…… Make me another please?”

She asked while downing the drink almost in one go. The tone in which she asked really should not allow a no for an answer. Mab did not know what to say or do about the strange situation that just happened. Nor did she feel it was her place to do so. The fun and joy she felt only minutes ago seemed to have drained from her body all together.

[Bast]

The Calls for Mum and the approach of the guy who had glared at him on first encountering, brought Bast attention to how close that guy was to Caer, he had got a brotherly vibe at first but something today felt stronger than that and Bast was glad that the lad had walked in…the lad has some impeccable timing that is for sure. Tobin’s suggestion for a happy song seemed the best idea so far given to Bast this night…though the cries of mummy were a damn sobering experiences as it knocked more of Basts subconscious to think about others he tried to think of a happy song and Started hoping it wasn’t a bad choice of them.

“Ow

Mm, yeah

I used to think maybe you loved me, now, baby, I'm sure
And I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door
Now every time I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down
'Cause I just can't wait till you write me you're coming around

Now I'm walking on sunshine, whoa
I'm walking on sunshine, whoa
I'm walking on sunshine, whoa
And don't it feel good
Hey, all right now
And don't it feel good
Hey, yeah…”

He felt it was a happy song and well he felt the love…kind of between this bloke and girl that he could swap into Japanese in with his English to create an environment meant just for the two of them…a bubble for each other in away. Basts thoughts on the man from scary eyed guy were improved far more with this small action… As he sang he tried to decide what he was going to sing after this song of Walking on Sunshine by Karina and The Waves, he kind of felt he would give the vocals a rest and move onto music he could just play…but something happy hmm Popcorn… happy fun and enjoyable to play, a bit hard with only one bard but he would think of something…really what wasn’t hard to play as only one bard. 

He hoped it was happy enough without throwing the tearful lass into feeling it was mocking her sadness…it was always a risk, but he had started he would finish unless it really looked to be going badly.

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Tags: Mab @dindeen Tobin Elkeid Kumori

[U.V.]

[/font]Because of all commotion that was happening in Kiss, most people likely would have failed to notice the Ritual Enchantress who entered the scene only a few minutes after the pink bear began molesting the dark-haired woman. Vee blinked then shifted her gaze to the bar, readjusting the maroon scarf she always wore around her neck.  If Vee were to be quite honest with herself in that moment, she had absolutely no idea what to expect after daring to walk into a place named "Australian Kiss".  She could have swore she walked into a pub, not the strip joint next door, and had to reconfirm her location by catching sight of the rather large "Tobin's Pleasure Palace. Seriously, A Bar" sign pinned behind the various beer taps lining the wall.   Tipsy ladies getting touchy, a drunk bard singing, a passed-out dwarf, pink bear pajamas… sure enough, she was not disappointed. If this was what bars were like here in Elder Tales, then hot damn she was missing out.

The purple-haired female walked over to one of the few seats available at the bar and sat herself down next to the brief snuggle party (Caer, Mab, and Elk) as that was where she recognized the familiar face of Mab. There was also no way she could have forgotten Bast and his wonderful songbird of a voice. She was silently thankful of that little treasure hunt which Mab had organized earlier. Had it not been for that, Vee wouldn't have known nearly as many people as she did now. While that little ménage à trois was happening beside her, the petite female took the effort to lean slightly over the counter and peak at the dosing dwarf on the floor. Too drunk to bartend? Or did he simply pass out because of unknown reasons? Vee had it in her right mind to pour herself a drink, despite it being terribly rude, if the shorter male failed to wake-up any time soon. She intended to leave reimbursement for the booze as well as a tip, of course.  Vee took her booze very seriously. And after today, she could sure use a good, stiff drink, since she hadn't had one since waking up in this new world. It was that, and a cigarette. Her new body may not have had its addiction to the nicotine anymore, but she couldn't help but still get that particular craving to hold a cig between her fingers or lips every so often.

Thankfully the dwarf woke himself up relatively quickly and proceeded to address the smaller samurai who was now wailing something about mothers, leading Vee to briefly wonder how old the female was. For some odd reason she found the interaction between Elkeid and Caerbannog terribly amusing in a cute kind of way, and couldn't help but smile at the situation. They must have been good friends.  The warm fuzzy feelings that were hanging thick in the air at that moment was suddenly drained by the appearance of another male. Japanese perhaps? Judging by how he chose to speak in another language other than English? Real world nationality hardly meant anything anymore in this fantasy world. Either way, it seems like a fairly awkward situation as some of the others -namely the bartender and Mab- looked to have lost their gusto upon seeing the young man escort the woman clad in pink pajamas towards the exit. She could only hope that this male was capable of nursing the clearly inebriated bear back to full health. Vee many not have known Caer at all, but she couldn't help but be slightly wary. This almost felt like an episode of "Primetime: What Would You Do?"

"Is she going to be okay?" the young woman asked and looked to Mab and Elk, assuming that the two of them were Caer's friends. Friends don't let friends wander out of a bar with a stranger while drunk. It was the cardinal rule of barhopping -- kind of like how bros don't let bros skip leg-day when working out. With an elbow resting on the counter and her chin propped up in her palm, the enchantress casually crossed her legs and waited for Tobin to finish serving the others before giving him her order, "May I have a Gin and Tonic, please? It has been too long since I've had a stiff drink." As she spoke, her French accent sounded the same as ever as heard by all of those who had already met her previously. Sometimes she did wish there was someone she could talk to who shared her native language.   
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OOC: Because Vee needs to indulge in her vices.

Word count: 768
Player tags: Mab @dindeen Tobin Elkeid Kumori Bast
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[Elkeid]

Watching Caerbannog sneeze was like watching an adorable baby panda do the same. The sight was maddening. Elkeid narrowed her eyes down at the sleepy eyed cub. No, she was not going to allow herself to succumb to such endearing actions. Mama bears were supposed to be tough, yet caring - "I - what?" The little pink bear just did something only Sorrel had done up to this point - called her mum. Elkeid's face shifted from one of confusion to horror as the girl suddenly cried out and clung to her.

This turn of events was highly unexpected and certainly not desired. It was also pretty damn sobering, which was the last thing she wanted to deal without the aid of intoxication. Elkeid regretted playing the part of "mother" to Caer, and wanted nothing more than to shove the wailing figure away from her. The girl clearly had some issues with her mother, ones that the monk could hardly sympathize with, having been raised by a bachelor. Was she supposed to pat the girl on the back or something? 'Why couldn't you be a boy?' Then Elk could just slap Caer and tell her (the hypothetical "him") to get over it and stop acting like a drunk baby. Oh God, why wasn't anyone helping her?!

Close. She was so close to doing an acrobatic neeping pirouette off the deep end, when a certain individual swooped in to pry the Caer bear off of her. Elkeid was so relieved that she did not check the person's identity until they began speaking in a funny language. Turns out it was only Kumori, who Caer was definitely safe around. Her interactions with the two of them were not many, though she was left with the impression that they were brother and sister. One played the role of the responsible, older sibling, the other Caerbannog. The façade Kumori put on made Elk glad that she was an only child. 'He looks like he could use a drink.'

Elkeid wanted to drop her head onto the bar in front of her. Goodbye, buzz. Instead, she placed the palm of one hand to her face and braced her elbow beside her incomplete drink. "I understand, Tobin, but…" No, she was not in the mood to argue. She shook her head. "I'll have an appletini. It's my favorite," she added for no reason in particular. Perhaps it would help her calm down?

While Tobin worked on her drink, she finished off the Long Island Ice Tea, barely acknowledging Bast's singing. All of these classics were utterly lost on her. She may have heard the song as a child, but being unable to understand the sung lyrics kind of killed interest in non-instrumental music in general. Linguistic agnosia was one thing she did not miss.

The sound of a foreign accent - or, rather, the words it spoke - pulled Elkeid away from potentially melancholic thoughts. "She'll be fine. She's with her brother now." Her eyes shifted towards the woman seated beside her. She seemed too short for the bar stool she was sitting on. "When did you get here…?" J3gus, woman, how out of it were you? Elkeid could not remember hearing or seeing the woman approach the bar, but surely it was after Caer's assault.

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Muse:
I Sit On Acid

Notes:
Bluuuh.

Tags:
Bast, Faded, Mab, Tobin & U.V.

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StatusMaking everyone uncomfortable. OOC Notes--- Tags@dindeen Tobin Kumori Elkeid Between her own wailing and the sound of... well, pretty much nothing else but her own wailing; Caerbannog could not hear the sounds around her but she did notice the sights such as the purple haired lady who walked in. There was also another figure who stepped into the bar, but the tears in the wolf-hair’s eyes had clouded her vision at some points between her wails. She would have latched tightly onto ‘Mum’ Elkeid all day long if not for a hand which pulled her away. Caerbannog had the mind to flail and punch people, but when a familiar voice spoke in her real mother’s native language, the samurai calmed down but for a moment. “Eee?” the pink bear looked up at Kumori and then she went back to wailing, her tears staining his shirt as Caer mumbled something about not being pretty or tall enough and some such. The assassin eventually was able to pull the samurai off of the monk who did not seem too pleased with the scene. Who would find a wailing pink bear endearing anyway? Caerbannog cried all the way to the Kiss’ exit but not before she swiped Tobin’s offer. The drink was finished quickly as if it was the girl’s favorite chocolate milk, and then the samurai threw the undrinkable container at a passing adventurer. Rude? But Caer was aiming for the fly near the man’s- oh wait, that was his mole. “Sleep...sleepy,” the wolf-hair rubbed her eyes as she walked alongside Kumori while her other hand clung tightly to his arm. She barely remembered why she was crying in the first place. What was in that rum?! WC: 275 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Tobin]

Word Count: 708

The Dwarf's only other interaction was that his eyebrow rose at the attempt of argument with Elk, though he was glad that he didn't have to argue as he already felt guilty with the situation. An exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he heard a glass smash somewhere outside. It was curious how people could influence a bar on a turn by turn basis. Business would continue as usual, as best it could. Though sometimes he really did wonder who he pitied more, the girl with no sense of restraint, or the stiff brother who had to clean up the mess and act as the Dexter to her Jack. Or was it the other way around? It really was hard to tell who exactly the protagonist of the two of them was.

His eyes next turned on Mab and, in an unusual gesture he leant across the bar and tucked a finger and thumb under her chin. It was talking time! Naturally he didn’t know whether Caer was happy before drinking, so a little fabrication was in order.

"Lookie here lassie, ya seen what happen'd ther' hur. Drinkin' when ya unhappy is ta last thing ya should be doing. I can't refuse ya, but ya might just wanna sit back 'n' just talk to people befoar ya have another. That how cha hava good time. Like that person... Wait, when did ya get 'ere. violet? Pretty sur' tha' rainbow is up ther' somewhere."

The dwarf smiled though he seemed taken aback when he noticed the new stranger. Naturally because of the entire singular colour scheme a nickname assigned before he even read her name. When she spoke he paused momentarily, the accent seemed familiar unlike most but from where? His tongue clicked twice as he flowed into his narrative once more, the coin once again found its way into his hand as a bronze river, a random gimmic he was settling on for the moment to give his hands occupied.

"Who knows lassie, Probably, I be more worried about 'im in all honesty. Gahahah! But less about tha', what cha wanna be drinkin'? "

Seemed the natural flow of the conversation, with that he processed the orders made thus far he proceeded to get to work. Three bottles were wisked out to make the appletini and, after a momentary pause he glanced through the menu. Mercifully it listed the ingredients in metric rather then ounce, which made the dwarf ponder whether the author of this book had been drinking his way through the menu. To the shaker he added around 3 parts vodka, 1 part apple juice and 1 part apple cider. Once again the dwarf seemed to have made some elementary error with the apple juice, including 5 cm more into the mixture then intended, though this probably offered the extra bite of flavour to the solution. Once shaken, the faint green liquid was poured into a cocktail glass, the drawf only paused to take two slices out of the apple, one to garnish the glass, the other for his own consumption.

“Enjoy, mademe.”

A big grin and smile accompanied the drink, before he popped his slice into the mouth and moved onto the second order, thankfully less complicated and flexible. Since she wanted a stiff one (wink), the dwarf opted for a 1:1 ratio in a highball glass, the gin was poured in over ice, followed by the soda water, gently homogenised with a quick stir from the long spoon.. A final decoration of a freshly sliced lime was gently squeezed and dropped it into the glass.

“Bonjour mademe, jupe? Ahahah! Sorreh, that were the best I learned in school. Enjoy!”

With a chuckle he then stood back a little, waiting for the opportune moment to disturb Mab, by this point the song must have ended. The Dwarf glanced up towards the bar and nodded with a big grin, that seemed to lighten his mood at the very least anyway, though any further songs was entirely his choice. Afterall, he wasn't a member of the bar staff unless he inquired about it and thus not paid, though merryment seemed to be it's own reward.

“Ya feelin’ a bit bettur now, cold, mysterious druid of da north?”

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 22 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 505	Tags: Tobin - U.V. - Elkeid - Bast	Skills: none used

Mab realised full well she was being ridiculous. Not that this would immediately change the behaviour of the fourteen year old. She pouted for a few minutes longer until she could not even stand herself. The girl sat up right smacked herself on the cheeks twice both hands at the same time to snap out of her weird mood. It helped somewhat. She stared at Tobin who was refusing her a drink. Why? She was not that depressed, really. It was just a fleeting moment. She would feel better real soon. Mab always did. The girl was just unable to linger in a negative mood. It tired her too much.

“Hi vee!”

Mab said trying to make herself sound cheerful. In fact the girl was happy to see the girl. Vee was an interesting person. Mab might not really understand her, but she did really like her company. Mab felt that Vee was making fun of everyone and the world around her, but in such a way that it included herself too. Mab found that interesting and fun at the same time.

“I think that guy is her brother, but they are in the same guild so either way Caer should be just fine.”

The druid added to Elkeids answer to Vee. Not really needed but it made it seem as if Mab was participating in that conversation too. More weird lingo was spoken around the bar. This time Mab was pretty sure it was French. Mab spoke little of it herself. But she did attend the French course in school. Mab just did not have a mind for languages. Sometimes she regretted not trying harder to study the language, but hey look a squirrel. Her attention span when learning languages was that of a goldfish.

“Tobin..... Cmone... this great druid of the North... is feeling much better already....”

Mab tried one more time... with a crooked smile she was pleading to the burly bar owner. It was true, that moment of sadness, or loneliness or whatever it was had passed. Mab would surely investigate the source of that irritation another time. She would not be sitting here and moping much longer. The drinks the druid had imbibed where great, and she did feel them slightly. But the girl did not feel in any way shape or form that she had reached her limits yet. Mab figured one more couldn’t hurt. But decided that this would be the last drink that she would be ordering herself tonight.

Mab put some of her coins on the bar, looking at the dwarf and the ladies next to her, she said;

“Next round is on me!”

Mab had watched a movie once where she heard someone say this. Since that time she was dying to say such an interesting line herself. Mab meant off course the girls at the bar, Tobin himself if he wanted and Bast.

Looking around she found the singing bard,

“Give Bast a drink too please...”

Just incase Tobin had not figured that Mab wished to include him too. The druid figured that spending time with Elkeid and Vee would likely brighten her mood significantly. Mab did not want to go home yet, and the night was young. What could go wrong?

[U.V.]

[/font]rother, hm? They must be very close,"[/font] she said to Elk as she watched the two guild members leave, "I always did wonder what it would feel like to have someone care for you like that." Although Vee had a brother back in the real world, her relationship with him was tolerable at best. The idea of the endearing older brother was something Vee had always humored herself with, but knew all the while that it would never happen. Perhaps that was why she had always been a more of the independent kind of woman. You had to learn how to take care of yourself before taking care of someone else, right?

"As for when did I get here…Euh, just now?" A quick glance over at the taller woman's face gave her enough of a subtle hint that the monk was starting to feel buzzed. It was either that, or confused. Both were often times expressions Vee found herself interacting with when talking to people at a bar. It meant that the drinks were doing their job. When Tobin finished making her drink and set it in front of her, Vee smiled and tipped her glass towards the darker haired woman who had just received a fancy appletini (slices and all), toasting to their drinks.

"Santé*~" 

Bringing the recently received highball glass to her lips, the enchantress took a very satisfying gulp and set the glass back down. Oh man, she never took the time to realize how much she missed this. Like how most alcohol made her feel, a familiar feeling of warmth spread through her stomach and torso, the kind that could quite possibly take the edge off of anything. She would have preferred her drink a tad bit stronger, with it being more parts gin than soda, but it still tasted satisfying. Only a few people could ever mess up a staple like Gin & Tonic, and those people had to be at an entirely new level of awful at bar tending to do so. Vee did note that the limes were particularly good here as they weren't the dried out garbage other bars sometimes served. When hearing Tobin's French, she looked up from her drink and gave him a "not bad" face and thumbs up. He was trying, albeit horribly, which she both appreciated and as well as found amusing. "Vous parlez très bien le francais," she replied back and chuckled, "nous devons parler plus*." When the dwarf returned his attention to his job and addressed Mab, Vee took another sip, or two, of her beverage. With a hollow clank she set the already half empty glass down on the table. The sound somewhat surprised her as she didn't realize she had finished so much of her drink so quickly.

When hearing Mab's invitation for another round of drinks, Vee couldn't say no. The enchantress stored the reminder to buy Mab a drink later on during a different time to make up for this one. Plus, the girl looked so enthusiastic when declaring such generosity at the bar, Vee just couldn't find it in herself to take that away. "The gin and tonic is good, but what else would you two suggest here?" she asked the ladies seated next to her, "the night is still young." At once the enchanter realized how forgetful she was being having not introduced herself yet, and held her hand out to Elk, "Oh, how rude of me. My name is Vee. Are you friends with Mab and Bast?"
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*Cheers~
*You speak French well. We should talk more.

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Player tags: Mab Tobin Elkeid
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[Elkeid]

"The same guild? That makes sense, I suppose." People and their guilds. There were a few around now, but only one caught her interest, and that was a very timid one indeed. There was something about an airship… Elkeid lost focus of her thoughts when Vee said something that confused the tipsy monk. "Just wait until you're old, senile, and incapable of wiping your own ass. You'll be wishing for your independence." She'd had to depend on others as a young child, when the concept of sign language, speech and body language were still foreign to her. The need to rely on others had not fully gone away until her teens, and she was glad to leave the difficulty of translations behind. She could only imagine how rough Helen Keller must have had it.

"Tobin, please." Despite the urgency of her words, Elkeid's tone of voice came across as languid as the finger she was tracing around the rim of her empty glass. She may be tipsy, but she could see that his measurement of the apple juice was a little off. Having mixed the drink herself and watched it be made more than she could count, she knew when too much or too little was added to a mixture. Oh well. It was only a little extra juice. "Tack*," she said without thinking. For some reason she was using her limited Swedish vocabulary to thank the dwarf, rather than the much easier English. Even sign language would have sufficed. The need to use it was just low as of late. There weren't many people who could sign or even read it in this world.

The appletini tasted exactly as she expected it would - like an appletini with more of a "bite" to it. The woman absentmindedly ran her tongue over her lips. Why was she expecting the glass to be rimmed with salt, like a margarita? Was she drunk? "No." She nibbled on the apple slice that accompanied her glass. No one would suspect a thing now.

Oh look - the purple haired woman was speaking that odd language again. Judging by the accent, though, it wasn't the harsh language of her people, nor was it Swedish or Spanish. French? It had the right quality for it, and one of the woman's foreign words reminded her of a song; something about a Creole and marmalade. She had been scolded as a teenager when her godfather walked in on her and a friend listening to it, though she only assumed he was upset because of the dislike he harbored for the French. He would likely be annoyed to learn that she was talking casually to some French woman in the bar, but she was an adult now.

"For you, I would suggest something that compliments your hair color - like a Bloody Mary. Something complex and challenging for our dwarf friend here to make." She shot Tobin a dangerous grin at the last bit. Now she was just teasing the poor dwarf. "I'll be requesting one, regardless." Never mind the fact that she'd only taken a few sips from her appletini. The dangerous glint in her eye and on her countenance dwindled as she took Vee's proffered hand, giving it a firm squeeze in return. "And I'm Elkeid. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?" See that, Tobin? She could speak a little French, too. It was something nonsensical, no doubt. "And no. I've only just met the two of them today, but this isn't my first time bumping into the dwarf." This was what, their second or third encounter? It probably wouldn't their last, either.

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Lady Marmalade

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Tack: "Thank you"

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[Bast]

Bast finished the song and felt for a glass and found he had finished it moved his hands round to the others and with his astonishment found he had finished what had been left of the “game” drinks and found the jug empty gladly he heard Mab ask Tobin to give him a drink…on her round no less… he had to smile at that either his music wasn’t bad or it was horrendous and she wanted to make sure of a break by giving him drinks to fill his mouth with instead…friendly move either way he felt, so he smiled at the gesture.
Bast moved a bag of coins from his inventory and put it on the counter.

“Hmm bloody marries…good luck…hmm I’ll have something a little less complicated Red rooster if that’s all right, it’s cranberry juice, orange juice and a shot and half of vodka with some ice in case it’s not in the book. More cranberry juice than anything else, stirred together.Hope the coins are enough for the drinks I've had so far, I can seem to grasp the worth of things is this world so please tell me if I've got it wrong.”


He didn’t know if that was how Tobins books would describe it, that was just how he made them. It was just a nice cold drink that he had made himself in the first summer party of drinking of his life…Smiling at the memory he wondered if he should join the lasses in conversation or get back to some more music after this drink break hmm. He moved closer but even with the buzz of the earlier pints taking note in his head that they had been consumed he still wasn’t sure what to say to a group of lasses to join in their conversation in the middle when he hadn’t even been focusing on their words but the songs for the most parts…


“Hello, I’m Bast or drink for brains it’s hard to say, I don’t believe we’ve met?” Tackling introductions with the one he didn’t know seemed a decent way to start “Mab, thanks for the drink it’s nice to be thought of. I was thinking you seem to be stronger every time I see you, can I ask what you do for fun in between quests and farming, it’s something I always wonder about when I meet people here in this game world. You don’t need to answer just curious.”


He remembered when he had asked Tobin and Caer a similar question more game related hmm he wondered how different the answer would be. “Hello U.V from meeting me with a hangover to meeting me while I drink, I can’t be giving you much of a sobering impression of myself can I hehe good to see you again as well. Oh I probably should have asked you all if you’re happy with an extra member to the conversation or If I should waddle back along to the singing and leave you all to your prior conversation? If that’s the case any votes for any songs?”



Word Count: 514
Tags: Elkeid Mab U.V. Tobin

[Tobin]

Word count: 793

Biting ones tongue was rarely a pleasant thing to do, but the dwarf now found himself doing just that. Despite appearing drunk (drunk? Despite the common knowledge of brewer?) and now they were talking about the Ayvern brother/sister. Having been in the presence plenty enough, he could sense that there was something off, though entirely what extent he couldn't grasp. The dwarf saw a good practical joke coming when he saw it however and thus decided to let slip a singular fact he knew to be true.

"Aye, same bedroom, same bed close. "

He would probably leave it at that with a knowing flick of his eyebrow. The dwarf suppressed his inward chuckle, he had the same limited understanding of their relation, though the guild master was quite public about his matters of late that seemed to leave the rich aroma of rumour breeding in the air. Though even Tobin himself wasn't entirely sure what was fact or fiction, at least not they got Deeper into the poison bog, though that was not here nor there.

What he found somewhat more intriguing was the purple woman's alluring accent. It alone seemed to touch a deeper memory in his subconscious of French lessons he once learnt in school. Yes, he had pretty much said "hello, mademe, skirt" to her, but if he really concentrated a bit more of it would come back. It took some time however, so to help aid his slow mind along he decided to start taking the orders.

"Ahahah! Alright, I kept the lip stiff fa long enough, fine, though it's not normal policy far bartend to drink, Bloody Marie’s all around, aside from ya Bast, a red rooster? Unless any of ya want something different?"

The dwarf flicked open the hand book and thought it was all going well until he actually checked what a bloody Mary was and he silently cursed, it had to be by far the most complicated item on the menu. He sighed and gathered the ingredients, salt, peaper , tormato juice, Lemon Juice and the holy grail of many a cocktail, vodka.

First of all he provided the seasonings to each and every glass, a dash of salt, pepper and woister sauce into each of the high shot glasses. To each he added ice, before each ingredient was poured over the ice slowly, the dwarf was careful to kneel down as his gaze examined each glass in painstaking detail. He had been quite used to working with small volumes, thus now he had the full scrutiny of Elk on him he was taking the time to get the ratios largely right. Unfortunately the downside was that this took time compared to an experienced brewer that could just pour it with the aid of harder experience, which meant that the drinks would likely take 5 minutes all together to prepare.

Not that he was entirely idle during this period, as he poured the drinks he felt a little more of the French lessons from school seep back to him. It hadn’t seen it as so important back in the day, but now that it had a practical purpose he found he could form sentences, though it was slow and fairly unwieldy manner. Yes, Tobin was aware of it being rather hypocritical, but then as a dwarf he was prone to double standards like that as he saw fit to satisfy her request.

"Mon français pas bon, mais il a toujours pensé être sensationnel de tenir une conversation avec une belle femme française. Déposer quelques mots évocateurs, comme le baiser français, un mot sexe coquin. Assurez-vous les gens se demandent, c'est amusant, non? J'adore les traducteurs en ligne, j'espère que nous aurons plus d'un éclat de rire ensemble.” He paused, clicking his tongue loudly, it really wasn’t a tongue that came naturally to him. “tis a interestin’ tongue, ya might hav ta teach me to speak it properly.”

A wink finished his sentence as he pushed forwards the drinks, pausing to slice a lemon, and a bit of celery he found. To be honest it seemed fairly basic for a Bloody Mary, but for a novice it would be alright.

“Enjoy ladies.”

Tobin kept one Bloody Mary for himself as Mab requested, though he still had work to do. To that he put a tall glass on the table and added ice, roughly 2 parts vodka, 4 parts cranberry juice, and half a part of orange juice, before he passed it over with a nod.

“‘eres ya firm red rooster, may it keep ya perked up. Take ya request from the customers, I made ‘nough request foar now. Cheers party people!“

Tobin would smile and sip, not entirely sure what he was expecting to taste.


(OOC: I provide translation in a bit XD.)

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 22 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 518	Tags: Tobin U.V. Elkeid Bast	Skills: none used

Mab looked at Bast who asked her a question. But before Mab could answer Bast he was already gone and started talking to Elkeid & Vee. Since he already said he didn’t really want answer why ask the frigging question in the first place? The others were speaking in French some of the time. Not a language Mab understood, at all. First faery now French. In private Mab thought of French as the spitty language with the kissy lips. Often times French people made such weird faces when they spoke in their native tongue. Since everyone was talking in languages Mab barely understood, or knew she did not really engage in further conversation. She did not really felt left out or anything but it gave her time to contemplate Bast’s earlier question.
Mab thought the quests where fun. Well part of it anyways. And she was in a bar now. Mab had fun most of the time. There were times when she wasn’t having fun off course. Mab was not some idiot airhead that dismissed everything that resembled thinking. Mab chose to be happy most of the time because it beat being unhappy. Besides living here wasn’t so bad. She had more fun here, then she ever had. Mab realised something. Mab was much younger compared to most people here. Off course they would not really be interested in talking to her that much, what would they talk about besides the adventuring. There was not much common ground otherwise.

Mab stared at the blood red drink in front of her.

“Cheers!”

Mab said sounding cheerful enough. She took a sip of the insipid vile bile that was called a bloody mary and spat it back into the glass. This was not a drink suited for Mab. She got up from her seat walked to the front door and sent the glass flying.

“Aaand stay out!”

She called after the disgusting drink. Mab had not really thought at all about her actions or how this might look to the others in the bar. Nor did she really care. She turned on her heels and walked back to the bar.

“I did not like the drink...”

Mab spoke up but in a calm and collected manner, slightly shaking her head. That drink was really not her cup of tea at all. If anyone ever made her that drink she would throw it in their face. What a nasty tasting concoction that was. Mab would have preferred to be poisoned. Mab would have preferred to be sent to the cathedral a couple of times before ever choosing this drink again.

“Hey Tobin..... Can I just have one of those pink things again.... they taste better....”

Half hoping the barkeep would not toss her to the street because of her weird reaction to the previous drink. Tobin was usually an easy to get along with person, however she had seen him mad only once before. She wondered how he would feel about the alcohol abuse that just took place. Not just him, the others might have a few choice words there either.

[U.V.]

[/font] Bloody Mary. She hadn't had one of those in a long time. It was probably because her friends back at home were never big fans of the drink, or vegetables for that matter. The purple-haired female tapped her chin in thought and nodded her head. It was always a fun idea to change things up and renew old drinks. After all, one could only drink so many Gin and Tonics. Perhaps later she'd ask Tobin if the pub sold any of the other call or premium drink liquors, the kinds that didn't burn like rubbing alcohol if drunk straight. Returning Elk's handshake with a firm one of her own, Vee was somewhat surprised by the random phrase in French since she was not expecting something like that. But still, she played along with the unintentional blunder and returned the advancement with a coquettish reply of her own, [/font]"ça ne me déplairait pas.*" Vee was skeptical the woman understood the meaning of "voulez-vous coucher aver moi ce soir", since if she did, she would probably have never said it in the first place nor made it so socially formal. She was even more doubtful that Elk was able to understand what she had just said in return, which was why she was not worried about replying in such a coy way. But if the monk did happen to understand French and had a grasp of where the conversation was going, then well, that might only prove to lead into an awkwardly funny situation. Vee finished her first drink in record time and had an empty glass waiting right as the order of three bloody marys were being prepared and poured into glasses.

"No, please. Join us. The more the merrier, yes?" she said and patted the area of the bar to the other side of her as an invitation for Bast to sit down and join them. Because bars here did not seem to have any working stereo or jukebox system, bards were pretty much entertainment's saving grace. It was funny that he actually looked a little cleaner now than he did when hungover. She supposed that was because when she first met the bard, she happened to meet him during the aftermath of heavy drinking. At least now she could participate in said debauchery before the night was over. When the drinks arrived and Tobin set hers down in front of her, the enchantress lifted her glass and tipped it to Mab who started a cheers. This time instead of drinking it quickly unlike her previous drink, she sipped it. Bloody Marys were thicker than most and she didn't want to give herself that uncomfortable feeling of fullness by drinking it too quickly. Her gaze shifted over to Tobin the moment she heard more French and blinked. His accent was…not great. There were a few sprinkled seconds where she had to put in effort into deciphering what he was trying to say, but the woman got the gist of his speech. She was wondering if he had some sort of computer with internet access along with a translator behind those well drinks.

"Ah, and here you had me thinking you could only say 'hello skirt'," she joked back and rested her head in her hand while mixing her drink with the celery stick provided in it. She replied back in English simply because she was perceptive enough to see that Mab might have been feeling left out of the conversation. She knew how inconsiderate it could be to be forced out of a conversation due to a language barrier, so she chose to reply in English. It wasn't like it mattered though since Mab seemed far too busy demeaning and throwing her drink out the front door.

"Whoa! watch where yer throwin' yer crap, ya lil' punk." The glass of booze which Mab threw out the door narrowly missed the head of a very obnoxious looking Lander. Him and his gang was that typical band of thugs your mom warned you about. Just like in those old Japanese shows, they even sported ridiculous pompadours. They looked like they had been given some fashion tips by an otaku trapped in the game who watched too many 1980-1990 Bōsōzoku shonen animes. The leader of the rag-tag squad clicked his tongue in a haughty manner then brought his crew over to a vacant table. They began muttering something about a darn kid being in a bar and how she should be playing with dolls at home. How lovely. They were assholes AND sexist all in one package.

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*I wouldn't mind.

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[Elkeid]

Of course Elkeid had no idea what Vee was saying. She did not speak French, and what little she knew of it would not get her very far in a conversation at all. Her strength lied in reading lips, body language, and sign language. She could tell that the other woman was being flirty with her response, but without context she could not call her out on it. 'You win this round, Heliotrope.'

She nibbled on the rim of her glass, shooting a quizzical look at the bard who had waddled over. It didn't matter to her if he joined them, and apparently Vee felt the same way. The monk gave the man a slight inclination of her head in greeting. How do you do or some other nonsense she was not willing to say aloud. Her glass was still in her mouth, after all, but would be set down, emptied, before her by the time Tobin finished scurrying around like a drowned, harassed rat. Oh my, was he uncomfortable because the formerly higher levelled Brewer was observing his every move? Well, that was going to take a while, so…

Elkeid pried her glass away from her mouth long enough to direct a quip in Bast's direction. "A Red Rooster? That's a rather appropriate drink to order amongst a group of hens." Or would Mab be considered a "chick"? Either way, she was now positive that Bast had ordered that drink on purpose. It apparently had cranberries in it as well, which she assumed made it a rather bitter drink. She wanted to try it, even if it meant sharing. "Sharing is caring," etc., etc.

...What on earth was Tobin babbling about now? The only words she understood of his monologue were "sensational , conversation, belle, femme, française and ensemble. The rest was all moonscratch to her. He was obviously just showing off in front of the purplette. That did it. She was going to scrutinize the hell out of these drinks. Bring it on, Tobin. The look Elkeid gave the man was nothing short of intimidation. She had thrown nothing but curveballs at him tonight, but this was to be the ultimate test.

Mab led the cheer and Elk followed suit, saying "Skål," in place of the standard English cheer. She brought the glass to her lips to take a sip, but hesitated when she saw Mab spit out the liquid. Was it that bad, or…? It was hard to tell with the girl's immature and unreasonable decision to fling the drink out onto the street. "...stark raving mad." Elkeid took a cautious sip of her drink, and finding it to be perfectly sound and well made, scowled at the girl in disapproval. "Are you drunk or merely that childish?" If she didn't like it, she could have simply set it down and said so, instead of pissing off some loud mouthed punk who was almost pelted by the projectile.

The monk pointed her sprig of celery at the grumbling group of thugs now seated at a nearby table. "And you lot - shut the hell up. I doubt she was aiming for either of you, though I'm sure the splash of red would be an improvement to trash you're wearing." A brief silence fell over the group of Landers, and then along with their leader they began cat calling and hissing obscene things in her direction.

A not so elegant bird was flipped in their direction. The leader's posse sneered back and made rude gestures of their own. Yes, she was antagonizing them, but they were just a bunch of no good punkish Landers. Did they expect to pose much of a threat to a group of Adventurers? The leader with his outlandishly large pompadour seemed to think so, for he sauntered over to the bar and slammed one boot onto the vacated stool beside her.

The man pursed his lips as he jabbed his chin at her and Vee. Yeaaah neither of their heads were submerged in their cleavage. The Lander pulled his hungry eyes away from the women's sweater puppies, long enough to squint down at Tobin. "Me an' my boys want something as hard and cool as us - right guys?!" There was a loud roar and much pompadour polishing. "None of those sissy girl drinks, right, fellas?!" Another roar followed.

Something about these guys inspired violence within the woman, and she came close to strangling the obnoxious man with her blood red scarf. Munching her stalk of celery with vigor worked just as well. This was Tobin's bar - dealing with the loud and unruly was his responsibility, though she would hardly be at fault for defending herself if the need arose. Hell, she might just do so, anyway.

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Muse:
Nothing To Worry About

Notes:
Prelude to a kiss fight?

Tags:
Bast, Mab, Tobin & U.V.

Words:
795

[Tobin]

(OOC: Geh, I feel I am interfering more then I should already. XD)

Word Count: 785

The dwarf chuckled at the French woman’s joke, always the joker, he had another reply, though he was done with his outrageous French fake accents.

“I can say goodbye to it too! Bahahah! I jest of course.”

Oh my, such obscurity, though his attention flicked away to Mab disrespecting and flinging the drink outside. The dwarf wasn’t smiling; a light frown adorned his features as he tapped the table, periodically glancing at Elk’s to critically judge the drink. Her mood was seeming to shift to be more critical, not that was a bad thing in this instince.

“I don’t appreciate ya launchin’ mah glasse out the front door. I were not quite litral when I wanted my brands to be across the streets.” The dwarf gave a expersated sigh as he got the materials to make it again. “Fine, but ya be payin’ foar this one also, this is ya last lassie.”

The dwarf didn’t really seem that bothered by the gang, funnily enough the ruffians reminded him of home, where Ill cultured runts, in tracksuit bottoms and hoodies with a jarring scouse accent that even made fulent English people double take were quite common. These ruffians so to speak were the diet coke of ruffian, the washed off chaff of the badass crop. So the dwarf couldn't help but be mildly humoured by their arrival, even if the female companions found their presence somewhat irritating. Quite ironically aside from the noise they hadn’t really done anything wrong yet. They had drinks flung on them, by a child no less and were being insulted, so it seemed quite reasonable that they would be ticked off. He shrugged as he grabbed the tap and began to spurt out a deep brown beer into pint glasses. Though Tobin attempted to talk to the punter to try and calm him down. After all, he could sense tension along the barkeep, the striking monk seemed to be emitting the most of it.

“Let me put et ta ya this way boy, a real man woun’nt blow over words, A real man would be respectful to the beaut-”

To that the youth reached over and grabbed and lifted by the scruff of his neck and hoisted above the counter, A course ruffling the hair of Mab and Vee, one after the other (since he was probably a bit drunk to really get a good look at either.) into mess just to make the point. The dwarf appeared fairly calm, under the surface he seared like a furnace.

“Gahahah! Lookie here boys, the squat serving pre-schoolers wants to give me a lecture on morality. What other jokes ya know?”

“Well, now ya say it, I know a couple good jokes. Whats full but empty?” There was a brief pause, the dwarf found the curiously shaped shaft of hair disturbing to look at for long periods, where does one even get the wax? “You, ya don’t think and ya full of it.”

He didn’t know the effect of the crude joke had on the ladies and gents, but the gang thought the insult was the most hilarious thing ever. Aside from the leader that was going pale. Apparently really simple, and rather provocative jokes was also a way of communication for those slower of mind.

“Now I know wha cha gonna sa-”

“Shut up squat, you will not show me up in front of the lads.”

Actually, the lead lander was starting to get really angry now. The Dwarf sighed, he lacked the ability to stop time long enough to slip in an entire sentence before the others could speak.

“… That. But I got one moar joke, a punchline that will leave ya rolli’. Wanna haer it?”

The raised eyebrow and a jeer from the intoxicated ruffians was enough motivation. A zoom punch flicked out over the table to smack into a region of glass, the ruffian toppled immediately onto the floor while the dwarf causally continued to fill the remaining glasses, an arched eyebrow to the silence from the table. Tobin couldn’t help but wonder whether they would come, though the bar clause did allow him to defend himself if it would stop him preparing drinks and it would probably take a little time for the guards to show up, from whatever they did when not being stony faced sentinels of boredom.

“That were the punch, now he’s a line,” some laughter roared from the other table, now they got it now he had to explain it. “anyone of ya feckers want a fight? Or ya gonna quieten down here?” There was a pause as he slammed the last glass down on the platter, before he chuckled and muttered under his breath, somewhat more quietly.

“Pardon my French.”

[Bast]

Was Bast the only one that smiled at the discarding of the drink…true it was a waste he would have drank it if nothing else, never minding it would scatter glass outside but hay if this was the worse the kid got up to when drunk she would do fine when she was old enough that lads were hitting on and offering her there drinks…he just smirked at the thoughts. The gang coming in red splodge stains on a few of them a bit pissy the lot of them, but the monks were happily dealing with them…well maybe not happily but they were both dealing with them in their own fashion.

“So U.V. how’s your bloody marry…”

Though when Bast noticed the way the boss of these lads in there grease outfits seemed to feel they could treat their barkeep well it was un-sanctioned no one bites the hand that feeds them…that includes feeds them drinks, don’t they know that just turns the bar against them, no one wants him to be fazed and so close up shop EARLY!…Tobin dealt with them fine, of cause he did they were just a couple of punk landers, a bit of grease behind the ears maybe but no real threat to anyone in this bar except making them a little dirtied up… ahh but this business was in combo with landers that dealt the food no reason to get any bad blood here…could bast help the situation? Music could help a lot of situations but what song to choose he didn’t think he could do anything happy…he wasn’t in the right mood himself to make it sound sincere enough but heck if happiness was the only way to stop a fight.

Bast took out his deck of cards and his harmonica and slapped the deck with his harmonica it was attack skill called battle conduct…it did no more damage than you would guess but it made a High-pitched whistle sound effect on contact to get people’s attention and made the hit target get a exclamation mark above their head, useful in itself to get any crowds attention from there he picked up two of the cards as if they were his weapons and imbued them with a beat using Resonance beat a combat spell again…and again like most of a bards arsenal filled with its own little musical uses, it made the item imbued have a shockwave impact and tune it played on beating a surface, I.e a drum of sorts even without owning one, and with this he set up the beat and started his song of warning.

“If you ain’t got problems I feel bad for you son, I got 99 problems but a Monk ain’t one
Like broken glass under my feet I can lose my mind in the sea
Look for the prize but I don't drink blood, order one drink then I drink the flood
You can come inside but your fists can't come
99 problems and a Monk ain't one”

Bast liked Hugo’s adaption of the song so he kept most his vocals the same, if a little out on the verses… he liked how you can get anger out while not actually shouting or being crass while still getting a point across with it.

“I feel sorry for you son and I do tip my hat to you stains but stop trying to give them a pound of your flesh, cause no monk even needs to deal you damage physically to show off their obvious advantages in a bar fight…never mind the whole turning on the barkeep turns the entire bar against you lot and no one wants that. So let’s sit down, be merry and have a drink, shall we.”

Taking a sip from his drink in his own little toast to the grease gang and their little escapades he turned back to the lasses and tried to smile.

“So what are you all interested in?”

Part of him felt the music and Tobins words would do it for the little bunch part of him thought otherwise so he kept a hand to his harmonica no point doing the fighting himself when there were others all around him that could do twice the job but no reason to lax away from his duty to try and help settle the situation without any of the guards coming to call the adventures off from murdering the idiotic landers eh. Glanced around the ladies hoping to try and note there expressions for how they answer him and whatever these fools choose to do next.

Word count: 766
Tags: Mab Tobin Elkeid U.V.

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 22 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 408	Tags: Elkeid U.V. Tobin Bast	Skills: none used

It seemed her misplaced attempt at a joke had not gone down well at all. In fact it had been a disaster. Not only did it piss off most of the people in the bar. It brought in a group if pissed off miscreants that had nothing better to do with their lives then stir up trouble. The question Elkeid asked. If one can call it a question that was, surprised Mab somewhat. Mab knew the woman was a grouch and a grump. But to be that offensive must be a skill Mab had not seen on the skill list.

“Did you have to train to become this grouchy, or does it come natural to you?”

Mab quipped back when she was asked a question that deserved a ridiculous question. The question, was limited to either drunk or stupid. It displayed well the opinion Elkeid had of the girl. Remembering being called a prom-queen in just the first moment of meeting her. It seemed to Mab that Elkeid was a bit of a bully.

“Sorry about the glass guys?”

Mab said to the group of people that wanted to cause trouble. The glass landed nowhere near them, In fact it landed quite a ways away from them. They should not really have any issue, unless they were just looking for trouble.

“Let’s not cause trouble for the nice people here.”

Mab said coldly. She was the one throwing the glass if they had issues it should be with her, not anyone else. It did not help that Elkeid, Tobin, and Bast were causing more unrest.

“Listen... I will apologise to you guys, to everyone here. So why not stay nice to each other. If you have further issues, I will gladly listen to it outside.”

Mab said calmly. Not even worried. If they were going to rough her up a little so be it. She highly doubted they would inflict more pain than a rampant mad cow. Waiting for the group leader to decide what he wanted to do she plainly looked at him. Mab wondered what went through the mind of a guy that stirred up trouble just because a glass was thrown somewhere in his view point.

“Never mind Tobin.... I am done for today. Once the issue is resolved here, I am going home.”

The girl said to the dwarf. There was no need to explain that this bar experience was not her best one.

[Elkeid]

Things only got worse when Tobin tried to interfere. The Lander in charge of the small group of punks got ruder, as did his posse. Elkeid's glass almost shattered in her hand from the amount of annoyance building from within. If this were her bar, she would have politely asked them to leave (read: throw out). Sure, she could be grumpy, but usually kept to herself unless harassed. She also had nothing to prove or overcompensate for, unlike these guys. "Men? More like boys," she coolly stated as she took another sip of her Bloody Mary. The contents of her glass were disappearing faster and faster each time she raised it to her lips.

Oh look - Mr. Pompadour was getting angry, and his boys had not taken too kindly to Tobin's literal punchline. On the other hand, they did not seem too eager to take the dwarf up on his threat. They were probably wary of having to deal with reinforcements from the other party, too. Bast's taunting song pretty much proved that. Elkeid herself just gave the leader a look of disapproval and a raised eyebrow. If she were to say anything, it would be some variant of "Sit down and shut the hell up." There was really no need to do so in the end, and only because Mab stepped up to apologize and intermediate.

The leader, in an attempt to save face in front of boys, sneered back at the Druid and jerked a thumb towards the door. "Whatever, kid. The drinks and the service here stinks. We'd be better off in the Wooden Leg, where they don't serve preschoolers or flighty broads-" The youth gagged and wiped at his face, which was now coated with bits of glass, blood and tomato juice. Elkeid had a hard time containing her aggressive tendencies after a few drinks, and was not going to sit around and be insulted by some kid who did not know when to bite his tongue.

Elkeid glared at the Landers, silently daring them to pounce on her. The guys seated around the table each coughed or shifted their eyes away nervously, but tried to remain calm as their great and fearsome leader stormed out, still wiping at his face. "Sorry about the broken glass, Tobin," Elk said as she shifted around in her seat. Now that the adrenaline was ebbing away, she could feel tiny pinpricks of pain radiating from her palm. There were a few pieces of glass still embedded in her flesh, which she carefully pulled out and neatly distributed into a pile on a napkin. The only regret she had was wasting the last of her drink on that punk's face.

"Do you have a rag I can borrow?" It was generally custom to take a scrap of you fallen foe's clothing to clean your blade (Elk's hand, in this case), but that was a little hard to do without chasing after Mr. Pompadour. "And Bast, about your question…" She was going to express her preference for instrumental music, but decided against it. "Do you know the lyrics to 'I Can't Go For That' by Hall and Oates?" Hey, she knew some music.

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Muse:
I Can't Go For That

Notes:
Didn't realize it's been a month. e e;

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Bast, Mab & Tobin

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