It's quiet inside but Russandol doesn't care. He walks brusquely to the bar, looking for staff and wondering whether to simply help himself from the bottle of Jack Daniels.
He's an elf, though he doesn't look much like one, dressed as he is in jeans that are four inches too short for his long legs, and a red flannel shirt that clashes with the auburn hair hanging long and loose around his shoulders. The shirt is rolled up at the sleeves revealing a right arm that's missing a hand, and a left arm with a tattoo of a panther on it.
Well it's not exactly Luna Beach, he thinks to himself. But it isn't safe for him to be hanging around in bars on Luna Beach now, not now that Morgoth knows where he lives. And a bar is just what he needs because what he really needs is to get really, really drunk...
Remus Lupin had been travelling for the better part of the day, and he was feeling a little weary. When he saw the pub, he thought he'd just stop in for a quick drink. He glanced around the place, not that he was expecting to recognize anyone, and took a seat at the bar.
London Ramada walked into the inn, scanned the lobby for any available men, (or unavailable men, for that matter,) did a few model poses, to stir them up, then headed to the bar. She just knew that there were at least 2 or 3 men following closely behind her, trying their damnedest not to be obvious about it, & of course, failing miserably.
London entered the room &, in her own mind, everything stopped for a moment to simply admire her beauty & grace. She was the most elegant woman in the room, & underneath it all, she was the dirtiest, raunchiest, wildest woman you could possibly imagine. That was, perhaps, the worst kept secret in history, but she paid no mind to such details tonight. She was out to get one thing & one thing only...
Josh walked into the bar in his favorite pair of silver vinyl pants and a sheer black shirt. He sat on a bar stool facing the door (to see everyone who walked in of course) and ordered a cosmo. Perfectly manicured hands held the glass that he sipped from as his gaze drifted round the room. He'd never been laid. Not for lack of want, its just he'd just never been out aside from the time he met that crazy professor, or whatever she was. Spying no one of real interest in the room he sighed.
"Not a speck of man worth oogling in this dump. You think there'd be a cute twink hiding in a corner somewhere, but no, not even that. Whatever is a queen to do here?"
Minako walked into the bar. She was disoriented. One moment she had been in Crystal Tokyo, her future, aiding her princess to save their future, then she had gotten lost in the Mists of Time and ended up... here. Where ever "here" was.
She looked around timidly and noticed people off having conversations and drinks. She cleared her throat and sat at the bar. Why not have a drink? Who cares if I'm only 15! She turned to the bartender, ordered a pint of ale (That was what everyone in these kind of bars ordered, wasn't it?) and fixed the red ribbon tying up her long blonde hair.
As she got her drink, she took a sip and grimaced. It tasted horrible. Ah, well. She had ordered it, and she was going to drink it. She turned on her stool and people watched while she sipped at her drink.
He wasn't sure why he was there. He certainly had plenty of liquor back in his dungeons. But for one reason or another, Severus Snape ended up in a small inn on the side of the road. He'd gotten sidetracked in his progress from point A to point B.
He took a seat in a dark booth in the corner. It was bad enough to be in a public place, he certainly had no intention of inviting conversation with a stranger. The waiter came over and he ordered a glass of scotch. He pressed himself as far into the corner as he could, and sipped the amber liquid as he lurked in the deep shadows.
Justin entered the Graybeard Inn, feeling distinctly uncomfortable. Why was he here, again? With more than a little trepidation, he obtained a margarita and went to find a seat.
As he made his way towards a quiet corner, the room began to swim and he suddenly found himself surveying his surroundings from more than one pair of eyes. As though he was in two places at once. He shook his head and after a moment everything was in focus again.
Ah. That. That would be the reason he was here. It was a recent occurrence and he didn't know what it was. It seemed, however, like the sort of thing that would cause one to need a drink. Which wasn't something he did often.
...well, ever, really. Which he was certain was terribly obvious.
But now seemed as good a time as any to start. He sat down, took a sip of his drink, and waited. For what, he wasn't sure.
Tatsel had entered the bar and taken a seat in a quiet and unassuming way. He was good at that, blending in. You weren't likely to notice him unless you happened to look directly at him and spot him sitting. This was the first time he had been in this bar, being new to this general area. He had a resistance to alcohol that made it ridiculously hard for him to get drunk, so he came to the bars mostly just to socialize. That was a little tricky sometimes though. People tended to react violently when they found out he was half vampire, because vampires were considered dangerous dark creatures and all. Not that he drank from people in the first place, but oh well.
Anyway this was a new place. That had up and downs. On the downside, he knew no one. On the up side, no one knew him. He could...casually forget to mention that he was half vampire. You couldn't tell by looking at him, he looked like a normal wizard. The last bar he went to he had to leave not because a person had been able to visually tell what he was, but because the unfortunate (though rather pushy) person had decided to take a drink from his cup without asking. The look on that his face was interesting though.
He rested his chin in one hand, tracing the lid of his drink with a finger on the other. (He always drank from mugs with lids, mostly for the comfort of those around him.) He wondered to himself how this place was going to work out.
Josh flounced into the Inn, humming loudly to himself and taking in all his surroundings. The bar looked like the place to be so he skipped inside, coming to a stop at the bar and ordering a cosmo. The place was rather dull... it wasn't even playing any good music, but he took his drink over to a table in the middle of the room and plopped down, crossing his left leg over his right knee. He gazed back and forth across the room, not spotting anyone of particular interest. He sipped his drink and watched the door, hoping someone cute would come talk to him. He'd never been let out before, so he wasn't quite sure what to do.
Neville walked timidly into the Inn and slunk over to the bar, plopping down onto the stool at the very end. Inhaling all the smoke he coughed loudly and sputtered a bit before tilting his head down and trying not to breathe too deeply. He didn't know anyone, except for Josh (who was quite campy and bothered Neville to no end), and he wasn't much for bars. Or meeting people. Or being in public at all for that matter. The bitch figured she'd send him in here to meet some new and interesting people because she was tired of him not knowing anyone, and he was still cursing her as he ordered his drink.
"Ho hum. Some scotch would be good right about now..." It was nice to get away, into something different, though quite unsettling.