Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on Jan 1, 2007 0:07:53 GMT -5
Emerald blinked. Twice. Opened her mouth, then closed it. She knew she shouldn't be surprised at a talking dog- she had served one in a black suit, for crying out loud- but the skull threw her off a bit.
Chris reached into his pocket, pulling out a driver's liscense and a dog collar with I.D. tags attached. He dropped both on the table. "There's his, and that's mine." As he said this, he pointed first to the driver's liscence and then to the collar. Severin came back around and seated himself at the bar next to Sid, putting his arm around the dog's shoulders.
Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on Jan 1, 2007 2:18:32 GMT -5
"Because you're ordering an alcoholic drink, and you look under 21." Her head tilted to one side slightly as an ear twitched. "If you have any problems with our regulations, feel free to talk to the owner," she offered as she gestured with a wing towards the lady sitting on the bar.
"Well," Severin began, "I have a friend who looks under 21 but he's 23. He lacks any ID whatsoever. Would you refuse to serve him?" Christain nodded in agreement, putting in "Yeah, he's 23 but looks around fifteen or sixteen."
Tialiss glanced over to the conversation lazily before hopping down, landing so lightly there's almost no sound. "Well. Your friend would have to show proper ID now, wouldn't he?"
The wings in her hair curled forward as she smiled almost dangerously, showing off a set of incisors a lion would envy. "It's either ID or no alcohol." Sauntering over, she placed her hands on the table and leaned forward, smirking. "Deal or no deal, boys. Take it or leave it."
Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on Jan 1, 2007 22:37:18 GMT -5
Emerald smiled. "I'll give you some time to get an I.D. for your friend. Meanwhile, I have some drinks to deliver." With that she grabbed a tray and left the bar, walking over to the group that had come earlier.
"Sorry for the delay- slight difficulties with a customer. Here you go!"
"Are you aware that I've met Satan personally?" Sid said, for no particular reason - he just tended to do that. Severin raised an eyebrow at the demon dog and shrugged. He looked back at the bar owner. "What - f***ing - ever you say," he spat. Christain rolled his eyes at Severin. "This is a bar, Severin. You can't get free drinks with no ID here."