Would it be off-topic to start a roleplaying bar.

[Merlin 2592]

Walks over to Draxas.

Merlin: Yeah there street leagel here have any gun you want.


Opens up a huge friggin suitcase.

Merlin: If you think thats bad, my armory is 3 billon bigger, and I'm NOT exgarating.


OOC: I saw a guy who owened a M16 and he didn't have a licence, he said it was leagel, and he knows ALOT about guns so yeah, he also said I knew alot about guns because he showed me his M16 and asked me how I knew what it was.

[Merlin 2592]

Merlin walks to bar.

Merlin: Excuse me Notesurfer did you say you personal list is non-achoalic?

Notesurfer: Why yes Merlin.

Merlin: Right on could I have a tropical fish, thanks.

[Draxas]

*Peers into the suitcase full of weaponry.*

Gah, some people take things a little too seriously...

*Glares at Merlin and Niff in turn, but is ignored.*

(Mutters to self) Jeez, I only keep this thing to intimidate people. This is BAR, not a warzone...

*Sighs*

[Notesurfer]

Sure bud, just make sure that next time you get the name right, it's a tropical fLish. Note the big L there dude.
*mixes ½ sprite, ¼ orange, and a tad of root beer together*
There you go!
Also, please note guys that all of my specials are good tasting in real life aswell!

[Merlin 2592]

Speaks to Draxas.

Merlin: I'm not really going to use it, Its just to take out robbers and bad people, I apoligize here.


*gets Draxas a Coke.*

[StormX]

Hey Note, I'll have a tropical flish...sounds good!

[Notesurfer]

*gives Draxas a coke*
*mixes up a tropical Flish*

Oh, here's a complimentary lemon!

*pops lemon onto edge of glass*

[Merlin 2592]

Merlin: Okay

Takes the tropical fLish.

Drinks it.

Merlin: Holy crap it's good.

Notesurfer:Thanks

[StormX]

*drinks tropical flish*

*is about to eat lemon, but thinks of a better idea*

*runs over to Niff and squirts lemon juice in Niff's eye*


hehe

[Draxas]

*Chugs back the Coke, then leans against the bar, waiting to see Niff's reaction.*

(To Notesurfer & Merlin) Oh, he is ASKING for it now... Niff is going to gib him, I bet.

*Starts a mini-pool: Chances of Storm not getting gibbed: 10:1 odds*

[niff]

*sticks GEP barrel down Storm's throat*
Niff: That hurt. Now since your are part owner, I will go a little easier on you. So do NOT do that again. Or at least do it to Draxas. I want all the money I just won.
*swift flying knee into Storm's crotch*

[Locke]

*Comes in and sees chaos* Oh boy...at least peopel came...

[StormX]

(high pitched voice) "sorry Niff, won't happen again!

*looks at draxas, who is laughing at him*

"What you laughin' at?"

*takes Niff's advice and squirts lemon juice in Draxas' eye*

[Locke]

Hey stop that, *takes lemon and squirts lemon juice in Storm's eye*


Not sure what name you want me to use here...

[Draxas]

Agh!

*Takes a napkin, and wipes the lemon juice off of his lens.*

Grrr... That's IT!

*Hefts his shotgun in one arm, and grabs Storm by the collar again with his other.*

I've had all I can take from you!

*Carries Storm out the back door, and slams him bodily into the garbage filling the dumpster.*

...And STAY out!

*Walks back inside, and approaches Niff.*

And as for you...

*Glares at Niff.*

You win nothing, because you didn't bet!

*Grins, then walks back over to the bar.*

(To Notesurfer) Unbelievable, where did Locke FIND that guy?... By the way, need a new bartender?

*Grins*