<img src="images/npcs/man3.gif" align="right">"Hoy!" the bartender yells out to you as he sees you at the bar. "Wha' can I getchar? Menu's on th' wall."

Hylian Ale -- 5 Rupees
Goron Stout -- 6 Rupees
Moblin Grog -- 3 Rupees
Zora Wine -- 10 Rupees (30 for a Bottle)
Deku Vegetable Juice -- 4 Rupees
Lon Lon Milk -- 7 Rupees (15 for a Bottle)

[Note: This is for roleplaying purposes, drinks are actually of no charge!]

Julian takes a seat at the empty bar. looking for some service, he puts his attention to the bartender.
"Lon Lon Milk my good man, shaken not stirred" Julian tells the man that seems to be happy at the sight of his first customer.

Pende climbs up into a seat and looks at the menu.

Pende.... That Juice isn't made of what I think it is made of, is it.....?

"Ofcourse not stranger, that would be inhuman, its the same way with zora wine, it's not made of zora or so i hope. by the way my name is Julian."

"Bartender, one Deku vegetable juice for the unsure Deku sitting beside me."

OOC: Moblin Grog... Grog the Moblin... ha ha ha ha ha... Coincidence? *Ponders*

IC: Grenada walks into the tavern, and the first thing he notices is the different air about this place. 'Oh well, I'm gonna get some drinkage.' Seeing Pende, he slowly approaches taking in everything, the rules, a woman in the corner reading. "Hey Pende, what're you doing here?"He spots the menu on the wall and says "Vegetable Juice?!? I want a real man's drink, Goron Stout for me." He turns away to observe the ornate decorations and minute details about this place, while he draws out a pouch containing 6 rupees. As he turns back to the bar, he tosses them to the barkeep. He feels rather weird though, because he seems to have the same amount of rupees as he did before. Looking to Pende he questions, "Who's your friend?"

" My name is Julian, you might remember me from when i insulted your King and tried to figure out what he was working on. But i only acted that way because i had a little to much to drink and the sun was making me irritated. But all that is in the past, and i have stoped drinking Zora wine," Julian explains. " What is your name since i was to drunk to ask for it when i was in the Deku Palace?"
Julian takes a sip from his glass of Lon Lon milk as he waits for both Deku's answers.

Leon walks inside,grinning.'Finally,this place is done!I'm pretty thirsty...'.He walks up to the bartender,and says,"Goron Stout,please.I'm pretty thirsty.".Upon noticing Grenada and Pende,he grins,"Hey there,Pende and Grenada.".He looks at the new Zora,and said,"Sorry,what's your name?".

As you walk in, you notice Hiro sitting alone at a table with countless ale bottles strewn about. That'll be a *hic* hell of a *hic* mess to clean up says Hiro, drunk. As he walks off, the bartender yells, HEY!!! You didn't pay your bill! Get him! Two strong guards walk out the door you hear a fight, but Hiro walks out unharmed. The guards crawl in, beaten to a pulp. Honey, we may need new guards... says The bartender's wife.

OOC:Hiro,I don't think you're allowed to control Narrator's NPCs...that's god-moding,and I think that's prohibited.Plus,we don't even know if there are guards around the Tavern.

Julian places his gass of milk on its coaster, and looks at the Hylian that adressed him."My name is Julian, why don't you sit down there are plenty of chairs." he nods his head toward the chair next to him. As the Hylian sits down Julian asks him what his name is.

"I see,"Leon says as he sits down."My name's Leon and fighting's my game.That is,if you can even consider mortal danger a 'game'.".He takes out his half-filled flask,and takes a swig of ale.He continues,"Hey,weren't you that Zora who bugged the Deku King and used a threat to get into the Lost Caverns?Well,don't try it again,buddy,or you might just find yourself cooped up in prison.".

"yes, i am the Zora that commited both acts. But don't worry, I have learned my lesson." Julian takes another drink from the now almost empty glass of milk and tries to forget of all the unjust things he has done in the past few days.

Victor walks into the tavern, feeling generous. It feels good to be finally home.A wide, though travel-weary smile, makes itself home on his mishaven face. In two long strides, Victor moves towards the bar and takes a seat. He looks around, noticing the large crowd. Victor then motioned to the bartender with a wave of a long, nimble finger (OOC: Not the one you think), seemingly perfect for the playing of instruments. "Hey barkeep, drinks all around! Tell 'em that Victor's paying for the rest of their drinks."

Alone, at a table that cannot be conveniently described as "table in the corner," "table near the door," or "table by the bar," sits Arco. In front of him sit a few mugs and vials, as well as a container of a white substance--probably Lon Lon Milk--is bubbling.

He tips a glass of--presumably--water into a mug of--hypothetically--Goron Stout and circulates the glass with a quiet, oscillating noise. His eyes, not on his tabletop items, creep around the room, dropping eaves and picking up facts and tidbits.

A Zora known as--er, introduces himself as someone who insulted people?

The calloused hands, independent of their host's attention, roam the table. One hand drops a few lumps of dark-brown... something into the alleged Milk. The smell confirms your guess--cacaolatia butter. The other hand tips a small stream of--probably--Moblin Grog into the water/Stout mixture.

"Drinks all round?" Is this Victor fellow very wealthy? Perhaps he doesn't know how much people can drink here at the Cucco...

Each hand holding a glass in mid-air, Arco freezes for a moment to digest this thought. His nod sends him back into motion again.

And so many people here... Pende, Grenada, Leon...

Finally, the Sheikah looks down at the hot white-but-now-brown liquid to the left and the watered-down alcoholic beverage to his right. His left hand fiddles with something, and the former slowly stops boiling. He fixes his eyes on the two and takes an audible breath.

Trying not to draw too much attention to himself, Alexander walks into the tavern and scans the room looking for an unoccupied seat, and absently orders a Hylian Ale.

Too close, too far...too bright. he sighs to himself and sits heavily at a table in a shadowy corner far from the door. Worry creases near his eyes relax as he isn't screeched at immediately, and he releases a breath he'd barely known he'd held.

Little coward you are, Zander. Little coward you are. No one's going to come after you HERE if you don't do anything!! a wry smile touches his lips, as he shakes his head.

Finally completely relaxed, he takes a sip of Ale that he'd ordered and let his eyes roam the room. Maybe if he was lucky he wouldn't get his fool self drunk today and speak out when he wasn't concerned. He amuses himself by absently watching the fellow that was, as it seemed, to be mixing drinks.

Better than watching dead wood, anyway.