Charas Pub

[Araloth]

*Araloth comes in*
A: "Hey all, what's u...?"
*shooting noise*
A: "Hey theres a hole in my chest!"
*A starts slamming everyone in the room with a stick*
A: "Respect my authority!!!!!"

[Drace]

Araloth: I'm gonna kick you squar in the nuts.
*Drace is finally out of the big fat ladies pursue*
Drace: What, what did you all though, there was a coffee spot in her pursue and i accidently let her eau de toilet bottle go off

[darktrash]

*darktrash enters the bar, and hears shooting*

DT: "Okay, this seems like my kinda place.  Always a surplus of dead, which i can use"

*heads over to the bar, ignoring the bullets that narrowly miss him*

DT (to Razor): "Barkeep, a glass of wine, if you would be so good"

*Razor composes himself, puts the guns down and starts pouring out a glass*

DT: "Thats a good man, now carry on and I'll just go sit in the shadowy corner as it is my role to do as a villan"

*Razor nods and picks up his AK47s, reloads, and begins the assault again*

*Darktrash goes and sits down in shadowy corner with his drink*

[Darkfox]

*Void walks in with his Death Demon form (The form where he has skeletal wings with some black feathers still attached armed with a scythe, black armor, and mainly is a skeleton, along his side are his souless. Primarily composed of a few Nightmare and some Midnight Cowboys*

Razor: Antagonist table as usual?
Void: Yes... later I'll come for your life... *Sits down at the table of Villains and other Bad Guys*
Razor: And as usual *disguises self as Mario* MOMAMIA!

[Red Giant]

Originally posted by darktrash
*Darktrash goes and sits down in shadowy corner with his drink*

Everyone picks shadowy corners. The pub must at least be a dodecahedron to fit all those shadowy corners.

[Drace]

Originally posted by Red Giant

quote:

Originally posted by darktrash *Darktrash goes and sits down in shadowy corner with his drink*

Everyone picks shadowy corners. The pub must at least be a dodecahedron to fit all those shadowy corners.

*Drace walks to the corner where the most lights are and goes sit there*
Drace: Now you don't have a point anymore Red.
Red: Hmpf

[Moosetroop11]

*Room fashion designer walks in*

RFD: "Oh dear, oh dear! A fashion disaster! Look at all the shadowy cornerth! Ooh, and not a tad of pink!?!"
Red: "You dot a problem?"
RFD: "Ooh, you're tho mean!"

*Drace kicks RFD outta the door*

MT11: "Good kick."
Drace: "Who called changing rooms in?"

Grandy: "..."

*Everyone looks at Grandy*

Grandy: "What? This place DOES need a makeover. I mean look at this place! Look at all the dank!"
Red: "We like the dank."
Grandy: "But..."

*Drace kicks Grandy outta the door*

MT11: "Good kick."

[Drace]

Drace: Yea, i learned it back in 1957.
MT11: You weren't born then.
Drace: Don't screw up the story.

[Darkfox]

Heisheros: *vein* Make up another story and I'll use your spine as a jump-rope...

Drace: Uh... and who are you...

Razor: She's paying for the table and chairs she burned up thats for...
Heisheros: *hisses*
Razor: Ooooor maybe not... *whispers* she got turned down to take her father's position as guardian of the gates to the underworld.

Drace: And her father is sombody all so special?

Razor: Cereberus...

Drace: Oh... *thinks for a moment* Wait... you mean the three headed hound from hell!?

Razor: Yep...

Drace: ... ... ... That explain the attitude problem...

Heisheros: I hate it when people talk about me in WHISPERS!!

Drace: Ok... lets change subjects.
Razor: Healthy idea...

[Xen]

Xen: HA! If Drace wasn't alive in 1957, then I'm 7291 years old!! *pauses* Wait. I am 7291 years old! Hmm...
Razor: And Drace wasn't alive in 1957, we just discussed that!
Xen: Yeah...right...I...knew that...
Razor: Suuuure you did...
Xen: Whatever...

*Xen goes and sits down in a shadowy corner, but realises he has sat on Darktrash*

Xen: Heeeey! You took my spot!!
Darktrash: Mmmmf...MMMMMFFFFF!!!!
Razor: You never sat there before Xen!
Xen: I did now... *folds arms*

[Darkfox]

Lightwolf: 7291?! Your that young!?

[Xen]

Xen: Yes.
Darktrash: MMMMFFFF!!!!
Xen: Okay, okay...I'll get off you...

*Xen stands up, revealing a crushed Darktrash*

Xen: Hey! Can't a dragon get something to drink around here?
Razor: You want the usual Xen?
Xen: Yeah, I do.

*Razor hands Xen some milk*

Razor: Hey. How come you don't drink alcohol Xen?
Xen: I don't like it, and I don't drink and fly. I'd rather not harm others when in a drunken state while flying and in this pub.
Razor: But you harm others when your sober.
Xen: I'm evil, I do it on purpose.

[Darkfox]

Neth: I'm evil! Your just clumsy!

[Xen]

Xen: Clumsy? CLUMSY?? YOU CALL THE GREAT XEN CLUMSY???
Neth: Well, I could call you a big, clumsy, milk-guzzling oaf, but that'd be too harsh.
Xen: Oh okay, now if you excuse me, I'm going to cry away my sorrows and humiliation while flying out to nowhere in particular.

*Xen leaves*

[Moosetroop11]

MT11: *Looks at Darktrash's crumpled body* "Shouldn't we help him?
Others: "Naw, too much bother."
DT: "Help me, fools! Or I will kill you ALL!"
*Red pokes DT with little finger*
DT: "OW! MUMMY!?!"
DT's mum: "Oh, there there Percy, Mummy's here now!"
Grandy: "PERCY?"
All: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!