Colosseum After Hours Bar & Lounge [NO SIGN-UP REQUIRED]

[Corrosion]

Mark looked up from his usual position behind the counter, cleaning the same spot on the wooden counter with a cloth since it had opened. "Ah, you again." He said. "Might I interest you to have a taste of the Christmas specials?"

 

[DennisR]

''i suppose, what's in those specials?''

 

[Corrosion]

Mark pulled out several pictures. "We have the Candy Cane, which blends peppermint schnapps with berry vodka and creme de cacao," He said, pointing to a cocktail glass filled with some cloudy pink liquid. "The Santa Shot, peppermint schnapps, grenadine and green creme de menthe" He pointed to a shot glass containing a mix of green and red liquids. "And finally, Corrosion's own mix, the Rudolph and Berries. Pink lemonade, cranberry and raspberry juice, peppermint schnapps, soda water and grenadine syrup." He pointed to a highball glass with a fizzling pink liquid. "Or could I interest you in the traditional eggnog?"

 

[DennisR]

''i would like the Candy Cane''

 

[Corrosion]

"Sure." Mark said, taking out several bottles. He then poured them into a cocktail shaker and mixed them up, before pouring the mix into a cocktail glass, garnishing it with some smashed candy cane.

 

[DennisR]

''mmm.'' Xerion took a sip. ''oh my.... THATS'S AFWULLY TASTY!''

 

[Xtremenerd]

James walked in, wearing a parka, "God its freezing out there"

 

[Jeff Broski]

A man in a black robe walks in, one side is drenched in blood from slightly above the waist down splattered up to his throat roughly. He slides his small sword into his robe realizing he accidentally had it in hand. He walks in sits far away from others as possible grabs a seat at the bar then speaks not to draw attention to himself "Get me some Everclear,now". This was no mere mortal he had mastered pain, he had mastered control. Though like all of us, his death would seem unseen, he would come back a thousand times more powerful than before, fueled by hatred, a hatred that powers him.

 

[Diminium]

Shiro sat beside the man who had stormed in, unnoticed. He was gripping a bottle of some strong drink, he didn't care too much. It tasted good.


He fixed his long blonde braid and swept the hair off of his eye, glancing over at the imposing fellow from under his pointed black hood. Shiro cleared his throat, wondering if he'd actually be noticed. This man clearly wanted to stay away from everybody, and Shiro did too.


It was just something that couldn't be helped. People sat down, walked around, talked. Yet they never seemed to notice Shiro

 

[Jeff Broski]

The black robed man, sat, tired, almost depressed, then he looked around, and let out a minor smirk seeing those about him. Thinking of something smart-asslike to say, it passed though his mind, as he drank his sorrows away, eventually the alcohol warmed him up some. He attempted to begin to converse with those surrounding him. He finally chugged down the entire bottle, and sat it on the counter, he told the bartender "get me another".

 

[SachiGrl]

A red skinned woman with large horns about her forehead came into the lounge. She wore a grave expression and walked femininely to the counter of the bar. As her hips cocked to the side, her elbow plopped onto the counter. Her garments swayed with the single motion of her hips and continued to move about as her long leather-like tail swung. Aged and withered was her medieval attire. She had on a long dark cap with a few tears here and there. She wore a corset top lined with copper stitching and loose pants tucked into her weathered boots. If one was keen, they would notice her lack of weapons.


"Bloody Mary," was all she said when the bartender approached her.


Once the bartender parted to fetch her beverage, she sat upon a stool. Her tail curled slightly, so that she may sit comfortably. She watched all the beings around her. Many warriors were about her. She feared any moment, a fight may sprout, but she wished for the best. Most of the men's amours were worn like hers. She brushed her dark locks of hair behind her horns with a frustrating sigh. If she wanted peace, she shouldn't have walked into a bar. Where the alcohol causes spontaneous and unexpected/expected behaviors, but where else could she get a gulp herself to quench her thirst? A drink to bury her sorrows and grief. No better place than the bar itself though she indeed wanted peace. She used her peripheral to keep a watchful eye on her surroundings. It seemed she was the only female warrior in the room.

 

[HamSammich]

Bandit opens the heavy door of the bar, the aroma of sweat, smoke and alcohol clog her nostrils. Crinkling up her nose slightly, she steps in and slowly up to the bar, looking around at the few patrons around. Deciding not to get too close, she takes a seat a few stools down from a horned woman, her eyes quickly glancing over her before moving to the bartender. She waits until the woman receives her drink before casually speaking to him.

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[SachiGrl]

Phyonna brushed her dark locks of hair with her red delicate fingers. She casually looked to her side as an other woman entered the bar. In her opinion, this female seemed out of place. Aside from seeming very frail, she had an attire unfitting of a warrior of any kind. Phyonna's leather corset with metallic outlining and her tattered cape screamed she was a warrior, specifically a mage. Odds are, she, the female human who recently entered the bar, was going to receive plenty of unwanted attention from hungry males. If she wasn't human, she would have piqued her interests more, but at this very moment, she found humans boring. There are too many of them. Phyonna took her drink, it was served over ice and in a tall glass, and chugged half of the Bloody Mary down in one gulp. It was said that the Bloody Mary cured hangovers, but in reality it only numbed the discomfort of any sort of ache. She let out a sigh as the spices of the drink trickled down her throat soothingly and refreshingly.

 

[The Chronicler Croi]

Takuari


"Yeah, yeah you can't fool me rud ar bith" bouncer goes to pat her down. "I'm not even a human female and I see through your ploy." playfully slaps his hands away and grabs his beard yanking his face down to her eye level. "I'm not removing a single weapon. I'm here every night get used to it." goes to let him go but pauses and yanks him down again "However since you are somewhat cute and I know with that height and we'll your lovely aroma I know your a hybrid so you can start apologizing by buying me a drink when your shifts over." Kisses his lips and pats his face before letting go. She turns and says as shes walking away " You know you could have just asked me on a date or even asked how different those bones feel from a humans and I might just have let you touch them with those strong hands of yours. You really should play nicer."


Takuari strides up to the bar straightening her belts that hold her visible weapons in place. "Ehh Mark hows it going in the barkeep business of the world yet has your boss gotten back to you about if he needs a waitress yet? Could I get a shot of Jameson and a hard cider if you have anything like that. Have there been any decent duels lately? Hook ups? Any good looking males? females? come in? Honestly I shouldn't even turn down your touchy door guy. I get really mean when I've been alone way too long without other physical contact and I have been out by myself for way to long this time. I should really get a boyfriend to take with me for those long trips ya know, but sometimes they just talk to much. It kind of makes you want to cut out their tongue or shove them out an air lock. So what is your Bouncers name?"


@Corrosion @Jeff Broski @DennisR or anyone else feel free to reply

 

[Hercynia]

Pushing open the door, Locke swished the hood of his cloak back, and stepped inside, pulling the door closed behind him. Checking for the tenth time that both amulet and ring were on, with a small flare of blue-white light, he opened his eyes, revealing twin reflective silver irises.


He sauntered up to the bar, taking a seat on an unoccupied stool, and resting his elbows on the counter. Shooting glances left and right, he waited for the woman to finish talking to the bartender, content just to observe the interactions taking place.

 

[Jeff Broski]

The man sat and stared, his hand began to turn black and yet glow bright like a light. He morphed it into many shapes, daggers, blades, all killing weapons. He then materialized a bottle of the hardest stuff he knew of, and downed it in seconds. The powers this man had were interesting, the ability to create matter destroying the Rule of the Conservation of Mass it mattered not to him. He could create and destroy, yet it is said mass is never created nor destroyed. He could bend the rules ever so slightly to his needs, he still sad staring forward with a smirk on his face.

 

[The Chronicler Croi]

Takuari


"Well sir bartender it seems your getting busy hand me a towel a pen and a check, I'll work for tips tonight." Takuari stated adjusting her bust and corset and touching up her lipgloss. She took the items from Matt "Thanks doll," gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Be back in a few" she headed out to the tables stopping and taking orders from each table.


"Can I get you anything sir?" She asked


@Jeff Broski

 

[Hercynia]

Staring at the man morphing his hand into weaponry, Locke dropped his head, noticed the bartender handing the person he'd been talking to a pen and check, and continued to sit quietly. There really wasn't much he wanted to do, and his victory had taken quite a bit out of him - literally, in fact. Stupid blood sacrifice spells. Ah well, at least the enemy thought they were wounding him. It was almost funny, actually. Locke laughed quietly, almost silently, at the thought.

 

[The Chronicler Croi]

"Could I get you anything sir something to drink? Some ice perhaps?"


@ResonantStorm

 

[Hercynia]

Turning his head, and his reflective iris's towards her, Locke made eye contact with the waitress. "I'd like a whisky, thanks. Single-malt is fine. Preferably with ice, although I can manage without if necessary." Locke's eyes dimmed for a moment, irises turning black, and he cursed, and rubbed them. With another blue spark of energy, his eyes returned to their reflective state.


@The Chronicler Croi

 

[The Chronicler Croi]

"Yes, sir right a way. You sure nothing else. Jumper cables, i can give you a radioactive spark if ya need" made her eyes glow as she smiled." I actually have several energy sources on my ship if an energy or rest is what you need your welcome to it. Its the one thats black with the neon green biohazard decal and skull on it. Don't worry its completely safe"


@ResonantStorm

 

[Hercynia]

"I don't drink lightning, or electricity. So no thanks, nothing else. Just a single-malt whisky with some ice. That's all."


@The Chronicler Croi

 

[The Chronicler Croi]

"Ok" turns around and goes up to the bar happens to notice tall dark and feely is off duty. "Where is my drink and do I get a name for my assailant? Mark single malt whiskey on ice no voltage." winks at Resonant storm. Gets drink " Hold that thought sparky does all that muscle affect the brain? I see your actual name is a hard thing for you to remember or is it just hard to remember when I actually ask you?" pats him on the arm " I'll be back Romeo" walks over and hands storm his drink


@ResonantStorm

 

[JokerValentine]

@The Chronicler Croi @ResonantStorm


Almost as if out of nowhere, a new voice spoke up in a confident tone. "I'll have what he's having, when you have time. I'll pay for him as well," the man known as Joker said rather generously. Who was this guy exactly? Had anyone seen him walk in? Did he even walk in? The man, not dressed as a warrior but rather as a traveler, took one of the few vacant seats next to the man whom he such charity. "I'm not trying to hit on you or nothing, by the by," assured Jack, hopefully breaking the ice.

 

[Hercynia]

Locke turned to him, raising an eyebrow as he noticed the garb of the new arrival. "I should hope not. Thanks. Who are you?" Such generosity was rare unless the person responsible for it was looking to gain something - and that something wasn't always a good thing. "I'm Locke."


@JokerValentine