*As my real self*
You can add as much as you want to this thread, I basically just made this so my character could develop some more lore, and possibly stories and relationships with other people's characters. That's all I really got to say, let's get to the RP.
*As Valentine*
I've probably been to like eighty-seven bazillion dimensions, but I always come back to this one. Not for any interesting reason really, I just enjoy the beer here a lot. Sometimes too much. Whenever I came to this dimension in the past, nothing would happen. I'd come, get hammered, wake up somewhere hungover, then phase out of the dimension. But I guess there is a first time for everything. I was chugging drink after drink in the bar, like always, but that's when things changed...
You can add as much as you want to this thread, I basically just made this so my character could develop some more lore, and possibly stories and relationships with other people's characters. That's all I really got to say, let's get to the RP.
*As Valentine*
I've probably been to like eighty-seven bazillion dimensions, but I always come back to this one. Not for any interesting reason really, I just enjoy the beer here a lot. Sometimes too much. Whenever I came to this dimension in the past, nothing would happen. I'd come, get hammered, wake up somewhere hungover, then phase out of the dimension. But I guess there is a first time for everything. I was chugging drink after drink in the bar, like always, but that's when things changed...
((I'll join if that's ok))
I hung up the phone, and turned to my patron. "You're cut off." I barked, as I pulled Tommy's drink away from him. He as a regular, but not one of the fun ones - never started fights, never got loud and told stories, never really did anything interesting besides pass out and piss himself, which I'd then have to clean up. He raised a hand in protest, and was about to speak, but I didn't let him. "Go home to your wife, Tommy. I'm tired of hearing from her. I gave him my best "don't argue" look, and he didn't.
As he got up and stumbled to the door, I cast a glance down the mostly empty bar at the other guy I'd been feeding drinks into all night. He'd been chugging through beer like there was no tomorrow. He wasn't exactly a regular, but I'd seen him a few times, and for some reason, he'd always made me just a *little* uneasy. Something about him just didn't fit for me.
"Hey pal, anything else for ya? Last call will be up in about an hour here."
I hung up the phone, and turned to my patron. "You're cut off." I barked, as I pulled Tommy's drink away from him. He as a regular, but not one of the fun ones - never started fights, never got loud and told stories, never really did anything interesting besides pass out and piss himself, which I'd then have to clean up. He raised a hand in protest, and was about to speak, but I didn't let him. "Go home to your wife, Tommy. I'm tired of hearing from her. I gave him my best "don't argue" look, and he didn't.
As he got up and stumbled to the door, I cast a glance down the mostly empty bar at the other guy I'd been feeding drinks into all night. He'd been chugging through beer like there was no tomorrow. He wasn't exactly a regular, but I'd seen him a few times, and for some reason, he'd always made me just a *little* uneasy. Something about him just didn't fit for me.
"Hey pal, anything else for ya? Last call will be up in about an hour here."
((I would like to join to if that is alright?))
Suddenly a very attractive dark haired young boy standing at about 6 foot 2 with bright green eyes walked into the bar "Hey Danica" He greeted the bartender as he walked over. The boys name was Kit and he was only 19 years old, though he looked at least 25. He was a regular at the bar, though he never actually drank, he just came to sit and chat with the regulars and sometimes the new customers.
Kit walked over and sat two seats away from Valentine. He looked up at Danica and smiled a big tooth filled smile "can i get a drink" he asked playfully, before looking over at valentine as he continued to down his drinks. He paused for a moment and tilted his head slightly. Something about this man seemed off, but familiar.
Suddenly a very attractive dark haired young boy standing at about 6 foot 2 with bright green eyes walked into the bar "Hey Danica" He greeted the bartender as he walked over. The boys name was Kit and he was only 19 years old, though he looked at least 25. He was a regular at the bar, though he never actually drank, he just came to sit and chat with the regulars and sometimes the new customers.
Kit walked over and sat two seats away from Valentine. He looked up at Danica and smiled a big tooth filled smile "can i get a drink" he asked playfully, before looking over at valentine as he continued to down his drinks. He paused for a moment and tilted his head slightly. Something about this man seemed off, but familiar.
(I'd like to join)
After about an hour a very intimidating human with red titanfall 2 armour a red triple barrelled pistol and a red assault rifle holstered on his back walks up to the bartender and puts his assault rifle up and threatens to shoot him if he doesn't give him the money when the bartender refuses a loud gunshot is heard before the bartender hits the floor and he takes the money and teleports away
After about an hour a very intimidating human with red titanfall 2 armour a red triple barrelled pistol and a red assault rifle holstered on his back walks up to the bartender and puts his assault rifle up and threatens to shoot him if he doesn't give him the money when the bartender refuses a loud gunshot is heard before the bartender hits the floor and he takes the money and teleports away
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