Welcome to the Pub!, Care for a Drink? Options

[Henge]

Welcome one and all to our newest facility, our very own bar! please leave your hats, coats and mags at the door, kick back and enjoy a nice stiff drink on me!

lets see if we can't get to know eachother, and ourselves a little better.

[Bryn]

The mechanical doors of the Apocalypse bar slide back, and a soft rush of displaced air temporarily musses Brynhilde’s perfect coiffure. She pauses in the doorway, quickly setting her hair to rights, and surveys the bar.

Miscreants, vagabonds, and scoundrels…all companions and friends, are gathered in boisterous camaraderie. Shrugging off a fleeting moment of disappointment as she realizes there are no androids present to provide company, she makes her way to the bar only to find it unattended.
Glancing around she sees her friend Laryrinn, furiously blushing and hovering over an obviously inebriated Harbinger.

“Interesting”, she thinks, arching a groomed eyebrow, “all this time I didn’t believe ‘Rinn favored m.....fomars.”

Walking over to ‘Rinn’s table, Brynhilde interrupts the bartender, and imperiously taps him on the shoulder with an impeccably manicured fingernail.

“Excuse me…serving person…Dive,” She flashes what she believes to be a winning smile, “If it wouldn’t be too much of a bother, would you mind terribly much bringing me a single plumb, floating in trifluid, served in a man’s hat?”

Brynhilde then notices Harbinger’s extreme pallor as well as his ragged clothing and realizes that he is not simply passed out from excess, but that something is seriously wrong.

Panic wells as she turns to Layrinn.

“What is going on here?!”