ABS FIESTA REDUX

[Gojira]

"Anyone? Anyone at all?"

[Ad Bot]

[blockguy™]

"Have it."

[Tayasaurus]

I reach into my back pocket and pull out a worn out pen. Still works fine.
"Here you go."

Tippy takes the pen and begins writing on the sheet of paper. handwriting made notes look extensive but really it was only a few words long. She pulls out $150 and folds it into the note and sticks it inside the envelope.

She looks up.

"Bartender."

[ZombiLoin]

She ignores your comment and continues to tend to the meal quietly. Upon closer inspection you could see the excessive wear and tear the helmet has gone through, the paint was all but faded and a spidercrack splays over the visor. This helmet rarely came off.

Tippy remains silent and finishes the rest of the wine while munching on some of the food. She polishes off the mead too. The rum was gone in an instant as well.

She pours the liquor into the largest glass near her to the brim and puts the cork back in. Excessive? Maybe. Tippy slightly lifts up her helmet and sticks the brim of the glass to her mouth. An audible *tink* could be heard. She finishes the glass and puts the helmet back down. Her hand goes into her pocket and she pulls out a sheet of paper along with an envelope.

"Pen. Does anyone have one."

"I HAVE YOUR loving PEN HERE!"

One of the patrons, visibly drunk, rises out of his chair and starts to lumber towards Tippy. Obviously inebriated to the point of losing much of his bodily coordination, he nearly stumbles over himself en route to Tippy. He looks like he wants a scuffle.

Surprisingly, nobody else on the roof seems to be perturbed or worried. They just go about what they were doing before.

[xxxxkill]

Alright I replaced the talksprite of the barkeep with a custom one because jesus christ that was literally Matsumoto with black hair and blue eyes
As a disclaimer:
Never do that without several days' notice. I'm not opposed to doing some custom talksprites here and there for you guys, but seriously having to make a new sprite entirely on such short notice is actually kind of frustrating. Please, if you need a new character icon or whatever, give me time to think about these things so I'm not tearing my hair out.

I steal everyone's rum, and down them all.

You experience agonizing pain on the level of being torn into several dozen pieces by Deltan rock-fish as you attempt to down the rum quickly. The most likely next course of action would be for you to spit it out in searing pain.

[blockguy™]

Alright I replaced the talksprite of the barkeep with a custom one because jesus christ that was literally Matsumoto with black hair and blue eyes
As a disclaimer:
Never do that without several days' notice. I'm not opposed to doing some custom talksprites here and there for you guys, but seriously having to make a new sprite entirely on such short notice is actually kind of frustrating. Please, if you need a new character icon or whatever, give me time to think about these things so I'm not tearing my hair out.

You're doing God's work

[Tayasaurus]

"I HAVE YOUR loving PEN HERE!"

Tippy hands Ralph his pen back and calmly turns to the angered gentleman. Ice fills her voice.

"That's fine. I already used one. You seem a bit inebriated. Are you going to let me pay the barkeep or are you going to waste my time."

[Gojira]

I take the calamari and start eating it slowly, one piece at a time. It pairs okayish with the wine. Not that I'd know, though.

[Qwepir]

I steal everyone's rum, and down them all.
"You snooze you lose!"
"More rum."

have you ever drank spirits before
hint: "fire water" is actually a very descriptive name.

[ZombiLoin]

"GET forgetED-"

The angry bar patron takes a step back to prep a heavy haymaker. Without even checking to see if he's going to hit his target, he throws the punch will all the fury of a pair of gelded buffalo. His fist flies through the air, gaining momentum before-

: "Stop!"

The bartender gets an iron grip on the inebriated patron's wrist and somehow summons the strength to stop a high-velocity haymaker with all the weight of a veteran drunkard behind it dead in it's tracks. She pushes forward, and the would-be brawler, caught unprepared, falls backwards without much movement, descending lightly as the bartender makes sure he doesn't crack his head on the concrete floor.

"God damnit! What the hell!"

The bartender lets go of his wrist and turns to face Tippy. Behind her, the patron squirms on the ground as he tries to get up before two of his comrades do it for him.

: "My apologies. Jacob is disturbed by the loss of his brother in the recent battle against the Huit fleet. Please understand."

In the other hand she's holding another platter of Aesthian mead. How she managed to grapple with the drunkard and keep the bottles stables is a mystery even to her. She puts the bottles on your table and starts to walk away.

[blockguy™]

I spit into my hands, and vomit in the trash can.
"[Oh shiittt.... Shouldn't havee donne thaaatt.]"
I can feel the rock fish. Some poor sap who got caught in the deltan waters must've felt this way.
My mouth and throat sear with pain. I'm lucky I haven't coughed up blood.
"Time.. for me.. to... leave."
I slap $50 on the countertop and run into the mess hall, and begin drinking bottles of water like I've just walked out of the desert.

[Gojira]

oh stuff
drunk and disorderly conduct
that character didn't last very long

[blockguy™]

oh stuff
drunk and disorderly conduct
that character didn't last very long

I think the pain of my mouth is taking over the feeling of drunkenness. I wouldnt speak all to well if I had almost burned a layer of my mouth/throat away.
Besides, I got to the mess hall so quick no one would even know I'm drunk

[Tayasaurus]

In the other hand she's holding another platter of Aesthian mead. How she managed to grapple with the drunkard and keep the bottles stables is a mystery even to her. She puts the bottles on your table and starts to walk away.

"Hold up."

Tippy hands her the envelope.

"thank you for your service this evening. You've helped a weary soul."

Tippy turns and leaves the Cantina and doesn't really stumble from the alcohol until she's out the door.

"This is really going to hurt in the morning" She mutters to herself.

[Gojira]

I finish off the glass of wine and calamari and stay for a little while.