The Tavern

[DrummerScaper97]

From the bar, a hacking cough is heard. Through a dust cloud, a lanky figure rises from underneat, wearing a shirt two sizes two small and basketball shorts that ended just above his knees. His shoulder-length hair is tousled and untidy, and a few hairs sprout across his chin and jawline. He rubs his eyes with his right hand and fans the dust away with his left, still coughing. As the dust clears, it becomes clear that his shirt is a Red Sox T-Shirt, and there is an Arnold Palmer can stuck to the front of it.

He smiles, eyes slightly squinting, at the group gathering in the tavern, pleased to see a few of his old friends. He claps his hands and pulls a rag out of his pocket, wiping the dusty old bar down. The barkeep glares at DS but does not interfere.

"This kid again...? If he breaks anything I swear to Jandar..."

Originally Posted by William099

What's on tap today?

"Well pal, we got a nice assortment of drinks, including Ginger Ale, Romulan Ale, Blood Wine, Root Beer, Health Potions,-"
"ARNOLD PALMER!"
"Shut up, he's talking."
"Just letting our customers know."
"It's not even on tap... we only have it canned. And you drank all of it."
"Oh yea..."
"... and anything you can name, we have a magic tap in the back room, courtesy of our old buddy Dragonfire."

"You're lucky I'm letting you behind the bar, you're as sure as sugar not going in the back room."

"He's scary... I don't like him."
"Shut up."
"Anyways, how can we help you?