The Bartender

[The Forgotten Host]

The once great country of Eleanor has been ravaged by rebellion. Both the Order and the Revolutionary alliance fight to end these harsh times. The once great city has been reduced to nothing more than a pitiful shell of its former self. In one of the many decrepit buildings, stands a bar.


It is as ravaged as any other building. Yet inside, the tables and chairs are in place (though also fairly damaged.), it is dusted clean and a man in formal bartender attire, stands behind the counter, cleaning a glass with a weathered rag.


In the dimly lit room, he waits patiently for the arrival of a customer.

 

[FullZetsu]

The door to the bar opens, and in steps Peter, wearing clothes that show signs of wear, with torn edges, and holes decorating it all over. Peter himself has tan skin that is covered in dirt, dark hair that rises from his head in a small, unruly afro, and eyes that show sign of sleep deprivation. He walks to the counter and sits down quietly. He looks over to the bartender and asks softly, "How's business?"

 

[The Forgotten Host]

The bartender tosses his rag under the counter. Unphased by the presence of the first human being he has seen ever since the Mega Spells hit. He turns to the newcomer in front of him without the semblance of any emotion on his face. He says in a calm voice. "As good as it can be"

 

[FullZetsu]

Peter chuckles a little, as if the man's comment was funny somehow, and looks at him. "What's your game plan now?" he questions as he looks around the empty bar, "even still its a lot better than mine." He then motions to the bartender for a drink.

 

[The Forgotten Host]

The bartender complies without question, placing a jug on the counter and pouring beer into it.


"Game plan..." he said almost lost in reverie, "No one who isn't from the the Order or Alliance has a game plan."


He pushed the drink towards the man.


"Speaking of, how did you survive the mega spells?"


*OOC* Mega spells are magical nuclear bombs