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Post by CHEYENNE on Feb 13, 2012 23:50:50 GMT -5
The pub had put up a sign for singles night and the bartender wasn't that surprised to see quite a few people show up. Looks like no one was getting lucky tonight. Breakup songs were playing in the background as alcohol flowed, the area dark enough to simulate the late hours, no matter where the sun was in the sky.
There are some small tables, along with a row of stools at the bar itself. They serve a variety of drinks and a bit of bar food, but don't expect anything fancy!
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Post by Procellum on Feb 14, 2012 1:37:36 GMT -5
Procellum sat at the bar and sighed. Never having been at a bar, he had no idea what to do. Looking around, he saw that everyone else seemed just about as lonely as him. But still, no words came to his mind. He couldn't think of a thing to say. He grabbed a napkin and started sketching clouds on it. Eventually, the clouds turned to shapes and the shapes to Rayquaza, eating its own tail like the ouroboros. Having covered a napkin in sketches, he sighed and picked up the menu.
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