Bar Crawlin'

[indy_wannabe]

It's Friday night and Ezreal decided to take the esteemed Luxanna Crownguard to a bar generally frequented by Delvers, Guardsmen, Rangers, and all sorts of other rough-and-tumble men and women who make up Union's thriving blue-collar community. The bar, of course, is quite a dive, with loud, boisterous people having just finished a day's work coming to take a load off and get frightfully hammered.

[This is an open mingle post for anybody who might, for whatever reason, find themselves in a dirty, grimy bar full of loud sweaty people on a Friday night. There will be mingling and, of course, the inevitable bar fight. Enlightened are encouraged to use their powers interestingly but remember - no lethal damage! It's all in good fun. Overenthusiastic enlightened may find themselves responsible for large chunks of the repair bill for the bar, be warned.

Also of note: legal drinking age is 18 years old but this bar is likely reasonably easy to get into if you're a bit underage.]

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[bejustorbedead]

[After making a pest of himself, Jacob wandered away from his trainer, with a vexed Flaaffy trailing behind]

{Ah, so there's the stuff that doesn't taste like burning!}

[The Bulbasaur waves at the Shuckle, before rubbing it's chin, considering what's on tap]

[stahlflugel]

The lombre doesn't really give the bulbasaur or his sheepy companion any real thought, taking his cup of berry juice (fermented, thanks) and swishing it around. Though he does kind of give the bulbasaur a look from the corner of his eye.

{Aren't you a little young to be in here, kid?}

[bejustorbedead]

Isaac gives a shrug at the Lombre, getting a cup of Pecha and Cream, as Jacob cocks his head.

{I'm sure that sign's just for the humans}

{He's the one that wanted to check it out in the first place.}

[stahlflugel]

{It's the same for Pokémon. Young ones and alcohol don't... really get along too good.}

Victor shrugs.

{But I'm not a Sword, so I don't care. Do what feels good, right? Cheers.}