An Offer He Can't Refuse

[Antonio Firenze]

Tony walked into the bar, surrounded by several men in suits, each one carrying a weapon. He walked up to the bar, and with some difficulty he pulled himself onto the barstool. Certainly, he wasn't in his prime anymore, but he wasn't here for a barfight. He pulled a large, round sack from under his suit jacket, and emptied the contents onto the table, saying, "I think that it's time I support this fine business establishment. Drinks are on me, today. Boys, see to it that everyone here gets a drink."

Suddenly, gold coins. Thousands of them. All over the counter. They piled up on the counter, and quite a few of them even rolled onto the floor. Not that the owner should care. There was still plenty enough on the counter...

[Vance Skye]

*BANG*

The door slammed open. Nobody entered.

...

*CRASH*

A figure suddenly came flying through the window, rolled the landing, and immediately sprung up next to one of the tables. He roundhouse kicked the chair unfortunately standing next to him, which took a free trip courtesy of AWESOME AIR™. He did a back-flip toward the counter, landed on his hands and caught the chair with his feet. He then flipped right-side-up, placing the chair under him and sitting down. His cape fluttering dramatically the entire time.

"YO! BARTENDER! YOU SEE THIS COUNTER?" He stated somewhat loudly while motioning vigorously toward the counter, "THERE SHOULD BE A GLASS OF WHISKEY HERE!"

[Martel Kilyre]

Martel, who'd been cleaning glasses behind the bar when the man entered and dumped a number of coins on her bar, turned and looked the man up and down. Well. That was....friendly of him. The tavern keeper didn't bother to count the coins, knowing already there was enough there to probably buy half the tavern, nevermind the stock of drinks. She signaled to the other bartender working with her, and tapped the empty space infront of the man who'd dumped the coins.

"That's generous," she said quietly, brown eyes flicking up to him. "What can I get you, sir?"

A door opened on its own accord, shut, and then there were two moments of silence before disruption. Then there was the crash, and a chair actually broke under the force of the roundhouse kick. Martel, used to such individuals in her tavern, stared at the man for a moment, debating on whether to place his order or throw him out. Hell, the amount of gold on her counter put her in a good mood, and she set down a glass, filled it with whiskey, then set the bottle back on the rack behind her.

The order placed, Martel returned her chocolate gaze to the ridiculously wealthly individual infront of her.

[Alenya Evyeria]

Alenya was seated at the furthest end of the bar, running her finger around the rim of her half empty tankard. For once her mind was peacefully blank, buzzing quietly as the alcohol took effect. Digging around in her bag, she fished out a gold piece.

Last one, she thought, rolling it around in her hand. Should she spend it on another drink?

Her eyes flicked up when the heavily guarded man walked in, flanked by so many guards. She wondered privately what the man did that required so much protection. Then it became slightly clear; thousands of gold coins poured from a bursting money sack. Her eyes rounded. God, this man was rich. Several pieces fell from the counter and onto the floor. She replaced her coin into her bag, trying nudge some of the stray pieces in as well.

She drained her glass quickly. "Another mead please," she said softly to the tavern keeper. Why not take the overly rich 'local business supporter' up on his offer.

She ignored the opening door. The crash, however, was too much. She peered around her cloak hood as a man came flying in. She stared at his acrobatics, trying not to laugh at the ridiculous display. Normally, it took quite a few drinks before anyone got that crazy; this man seemed to come by it naturally.

Like a mental superhero with that cape, the thought ran through her mind.

She smiled down at the wood of the bar, watching the rest of the patrons with shaded eyes and waiting on her new drink.

[Antonio Firenze]

When they heard the door open violently, the large men surronding Antonio brought their hands up, glowing with light blue energy. It wasn't the door that they ended up looking at, however, as soon enough there was a resounding CRASH, and a man in a cape flew in through the window. As the man kicked his chair into the air, and caught it by the bar counter, Antonio couldn't resist a laugh. He motioned for his guards to stand down, and they all did immediately.

"Ah ha ha ha! This guy's funny. I like him," He declared, as if it were some sort of law, and, in response to the owner's previous question, added, "And I'll have a glass of champagne."

[Vance Skye]

Vance Skye grabbed his glass. The glass shot to his lips and he downed the whiskey near instantly.

He threw the glass into the air, allowing it to flip, since everything is AWESOME with flipping. It landed perfectly on the counter without a scratch on it.

He turned toward the man who had financed his drink.
"WHAT IS THIS, SOME ROMANTIC PRINCESS PICNIC OR SOMETHING? WHISKEY ONLY, THE BEVERAGE OF TRUE MEN!"

[Martel Kilyre]

Ignoring the caped idiot, she filled a glass from a bottle of champagne, something they kept very little of, then set the bottle down beside the glass. The magic that beamed from the man's bodyguards limbs unnerved her slightly. Signaling to a waiter, she sent a tankard of mead to the woman at the end of the bar. Busy day, she thought.

Then again, if someone brought in pounds of gold and the offer of free drinks, anyone could show up. Maybe I should be worried, Martel thought, almost amused. Brushing her bangs off her forehead, she glanced down at the violent, energetic being. At her signal, another worker pulled a barrel out of the store room. A faint smile at her lips, she set down a second shot of whiskey infront of the man.

"So what brought on this generosity?" Martel asked, leaning on the bar and pouring herself a small shot of champagne. She didn't care much for the taste, but this was cause for celebration.