[deerbroken]

username: lavender towns
name: Diego
what are they mad about?:
The seats in the bar aren't as comfortable as they look, and it brings up an odd sneer from Guinevere, sitting awkwardly next to the patron who'd been supposedly causing so much trouble. He's quieted down now, at least-- but the man resonates with an aura of anger and irritation. Guinevere clears his throat to speak, but before a word leaves his mouth the kalon raises his head and stares at the bar with a strange look in his eyes. He's a little confused by the expression and leans back in his seat in the hopes that he won't have to break up a fight.

"I'm not in the mood for company," the kalon says, his voice grizzly and clearly agitated.

"I can tell," Guinevere jokes, nearly cracking a smile before remembering the person he's joking with. "Er, Sorry. Rough night?"

"You could say that." The man huffs, pushing the empty shot glass in front of him towards the bar tender. "All I want is a drink an' this man won't serve it to me."

"That's because you keep asking for a shot of pickle juice," the bartender replies, and Diego slams his fists on the counter, his brows furrowing in anger.

"All I asked for was a virgin pickleback shot!"

"And I've told you, time and time again, that I don't serve straight pickle juice to my customers. If you're not going to order a drink, then get out."

"I'll leave when you give me what I want."

"Unless it's a shot of something that's actually a drink, I have nothing to serve you."

Guinevere raises a brow, looking between the two of them in confusion. He doesn't say another word as the two of them glare at each other, unsure if the man is serious about getting that shot or if he's just doing a bit.

[【Ｗｉｌｄｆｉｒｅ】]

-snip-

[ABeardedDragon]

username: ABeardedDragon
name: Navajo
what are they mad about?:
"What do you mean I can't bring my bird into the bar?" he shouted. Throughout the room, many heads turned to watch.
"It's not exactly hygenic," the bartender replied calmly.
"She's perfectly fine!" Najavo yelled, "she has baths and she's trained!"
"We still can't allow that," the bartender nervously scratched his neck.
"My bird is staying here," he said sternly. With that, he found himself with two larger kalons on either side of him.
"Oh, kicking me out are we?" he retorted, "I'm not leaving."
It wasn't really a choice. Navajo found himself being dragged out by the pair.
"I'm complaining to the captain!" he screamed, stretching to stick his head through the door.

[.~♨Affo♨~.]

username: !~Phillip~!
name: Brandon
what are they mad about?: they’re mad because they came to the bar to drink and be left alone, but instead they’ve been bothered by one too many drunk kalons, and at this point they’re too tipsy to care, so they began to start many fights, causing a huge ruckus, yelling and even attacking others

[Kyar]

username: kyar
name: tarquin
what are they mad about?: ice rattled like the ramshackle fan blades overhead, both pumping out as much cold they could manage - to beat the heat as a small favor to the sunshine’s patrons. wasn’t too successful, in the end.

cubes shrank to specks within minutes, and he could feel it starting again. first a buzz, sickly at the base of his skull. then it swelled, blood rushing, ears ringing, everything bright pounding down like a hammer. every droplet of water caught in the tropical sun’s rays was a bullet. ugh. why did he agree to this, exactly?

four weeks before, he’d taken a nasty spill on his motorcycle. if he hadn’t been wearing a helmet, he’d likely be dead. coming around the corner to a rockslide’s remains, tossing him off over the handlebars as his bike lay in rubble. left him a little ornery and in need of some pretty significant medical care.

now, the voices of the other bar-goers were nails on the chalkboard locked behind his eyebrows.

“quiet down,” he snapped at a bubbly young couple, lips curling. he didn’t mind the scowls from the old folks down the line. they had no idea what it looked like inside right now.

shaky hands lifted the drink to his lips, the cold triggering another wave of disoriented nerves. it was like his body was in a panic, wires crossed everywhere. doctors said he could be paralyzed, could’ve lost his sight or his hearing or a limb. so this was what he got for being lucky. he’d rather be deaf and blind.

stumbling to his feet, he must’ve looked a drunken mess. eyes unfocused, pupils dilated far too far. couldn’t catch his bearings on the slowly, subtly rocking deck. why had he agreed to this?

he stumbled into another man on board, knocking his own half-finished drink onto the both of them.

“excuse me?” the man gasped, looking to tarquin for some kind of apology. no. he wasn’t getting one.

“you’re excused,” he huffed, just trying to make his way to the darker side of the bar. shade, peace. quiet. if he had the energy to get to his cabin he would. not always so lucky.

behind him he could hear more insults, more blame. he felt the eyes of the couple whose boisterous laughter made him want to jump overboard. he felt the old couple whispering to each other. their disapproval. yeah, a drunk. a loser. if he could shut them up he would.

his body slumped across the back table, breathing shallow and unsteady. do something fun, they said. celebrate life. too bad life didn’t feel a celebration was in order.

[SilentMelody]

username: SilentMelody
name:
what are they mad about?: (50 words min.)

[Birdy]

username:
The Pirate
name:
Luciendre (aka "Luce")
what are they mad about?: (50 words min.)
Luce was all too familiar with the warm sensation of his drink burning its way down his throat. He hadn't planned on making his way to the bar- truly- but then again, most of his life went unplanned. Take this spur-of-the-moment cruise trip, for instance. It was in his nature to bounce around like a dancing fire, finding a destination with a spark! before disappearing forever. So really, he hadn't planned to mix drinking into his day, not after the last time. But the wind pulled him along like it does a raging wildfire, and it just so happened to land him in his seat, a warm drink in hand.

One drink became two, and two became three. It was smooth, despite the burn, too smooth. A smooth drink was a dangerous one, and he should know better than to play with fire. But as the sun began to set on the glistening waves, so too did his restraint. In truth, he could be quite the silent drinker. At first glance, hardly anyone would be able to tell he was less-than-sober. But it doesn't take much to set a room ablaze. Literally.

It started with the warmth. Luce was usually able to tell when he was becoming too warm, but it was a hot day in a hot bar, and he had been spending a good portion of the night with hot drinks. He didn't notice the familiar bubbling in his stomach, the cool burn as it made its way through his veins. He wasn't able to detect the smoke blowing its way through his nose with each exhale, the sweat prickling at his forehead. So when a passing tourist bumped into him, causing his drink to spill, he wasn't prepared for the sparks which shot from him and landed on the table. A brief moment of anger was all it took, and in moments his seat was in flames.

Being flame-resistant himself, it wasn't his own safety that cause panic to shoot through him. Muffled gasps became frantic shouting as those around him erupted into a frenzy, some tossing water and others making for the door. Luce didn't notice a bewildered and slightly-annoyed chuckle come from the bartender, but he did feel the tug of a tourist- a glass of lemon water in hand- as he was pulled from his spot and toward his room. And just like that, he knew that the bar would be off-limits for the rest of the trip.

It always ends with a spark!

[verseo]

username: boxxes
name: charbay breeze
what are they mad about?: breeze thought a nice cruise would be the perfect opportunity to unwind and in his mind there was no better place to let loose a little than at the bar. the only problem was the overwhelming amount of flirting being thrown his way by other cruise goers who seemed to have a little too much to drink.

it's not that he minded the compliments or cheesy pickup lines, he quite liked the attention in all honesty, it's just that every single kalon that slid next to his seat at the bar apparently just assumed he was a young lady looking for someone to sweep her off her feet and buy her a drink. at first he didn't mind the "hey little lady" and "what's a pretty lady like you doing alone at the bar?" but as the night drew on his frustrations were just continuing to grow.

breeze will admit, the look of shock that crossed the other's faces when he spoke in his gruff voice was more than enough to keep him amused for a little but he just came here to relax and partake in a couple sweet drinks, not constantly be hit on by sleazy patrons. he knew he was pretty and fairly feminine but he was tired of it.

by the end of the night his patience had been stretched thin and he let loose a few less than kind insults and could feel his temper continue to rise with each encounter. sooner or later he knew he would end up raising his voice a little too loud and get himself into a situation more confrontational than he needed tonight. he huffed and took another sip of his drink before letting his head fall to the bar, wishing for nothing but peace and quiet at this point.

[watts]

username: monchy
name: turin
what are they mad about?: turin is incredibly protective of his younger brother, beñat, who accompanied him on the cruise. the xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxlittle one has a habit of giving into his curiousity, and will often run off on his own to go after whatever h
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxappens to catch his eye. this time, particularly, the two were down by the bar while turin tried a few drin
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxks. benat caught sight of a kalon's glistening halo floating above her back, and eagerly ran over to ask que
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxstions. he reached out to grab it, completely enamored with the design, when a huge paw came down to
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxknock him out of the way. "and just what do you think you're doing?" the stranger growled, their faces inch
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxes apart. "don't you know it's impolite to touch people you don't know?" benat trembled, breaking out in a
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwail as he fell to the ground. turin, halfway across the bar, quickly rushed over to check on his brother. "no
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxw just what is going on?" he slurred, the drinks already getting to him. kohaku, the male stranger, crossed
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxhis arms. how pathetic. "your little child over here tried to grab my friend. you should learn to discipline hi
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxm better." that seemed to be enough to push turin over the edge, no matter how small kohaku's overexagge
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxrated comment was. turin swung the first punch, sending the rest of the bar in a whirlwind of chaos. it was
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxonly a matter of time before the female, blythe, ushered kohaku out of the bar. "who's next? who wants to
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxpick on the baby?" he barked, lifting benat onto his shoulder. "best. brother. EVER!" the child exclaimed triu
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxmphantly. of course, that wasn't the only time turin fought in his name.

[Grian]

username: .secretsociety.
name: mira
what are they mad about?:
Mira, tavern owner and the lady you don’t mess with. Known as the lady you talk to when you want to get something done, whether it be cleaning or helping out a friend from a sticky situation.
She is a lady of steel, nothing could get her to bend or break. Or so everyone thought.
nothing ticked her off more when customers drank a little too much, got a little too loud and aced like they owned the place, especially on a hard day. she went from a bartender who just wanted your money to a fiery dragon protecting her gold. She was quick to use her sharp tongue to scold those who did her wrong and kick em out.
She is a peaceful kal. At least as peaceful you can get when dealing with noisy courageous drunks.