Lunar Threads

::Sits Down:: Waiter, I'll take a mug of ale, please! ::Notices no one is behind the counter:: Hmm, I guess there is no one here to run this place. No wonder this place is empty... ::Jumps behind counter and starts to clean a mug with an old towel:: I guess I'll have to take charge here.. All I need now is a patron.. ::waits patiently::


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Like I'm a kid again...

I'll bite!

::sidles up into the bar and takes a seat::

So... George... I thought you didn't drink? What're you doing running a bar now?

Oh and by the way, I'll have a sasparilla. KF

::one of the crates starts to buckle and clamber::

*muffled* Hey! Guys, this isn't funny. *pause* Where in Meribia am I?

::the box falls sideways. Hay and a man pour out::

Not again. Bartender, I'll have a drop of every drink.

::Stares at this man who sits in front of him with confusion:: I don't know who this George fellow is but he sounds awfully boring! Call me "Dubya Dee"! Anyway here is your Root Be.. err, Sasparilla drin@$*Crash@$! ::Distracted by a man falling out of a crate, spills his finely crafted drink all over the customer's fancy robe:: Yeep! I am so sorry sir!

::stands motionless trembling awaiting responce:: ::meanwhile the other patron seems to be oblivious to whats going on and walks toward the bar ordering a drink.::

::The door swings open as a odd man in a green robe and a tall TALL red hat with a "OH MY" GOD big purple feather in it walks into the bar:: Ok, who's cuckaboo is ...::he pauses to take in the scene:: By Althena! Was that man in a crate?

::stumbles towards the bar, picks a stool and sits on it while picking large splinters of wood from his David Bowie hair:: Yes, I was! I thought it'd transmogrify me. Didn't know that the tiger'd take my money. Again. ::turns to the person with sasparilla all over him:: Actually, I think I'll have what you're having.
::he pats his stomach, and reaches inside his shirt for something::

::walks slowly up to the bar and sit's next to the "splintered fellow" :: There is a Cuckaboo runnin' wild out side.::sets the "OH MY GOD' feather on the bar:: Had to duck in here just to get out of it's way. ::Looks it the barkeep:: Do you have any Marke lager? ::looks quickly back at "splinter" having just relizied what he had just said:: Wait...Tiger?