[center][color=red][b][i]"You're going to have to do a lot better than that."[/i][/b][/color][/center]

"Well shit, you just had to ask if you wanted [u][i][b]two[/b][/i][/u] drinks ya know." Joseph laughed as he took a few more sips of his whiskey. Other than the guy who needed an exorcism, the copper blonde, and himself, so far, everyone was pretty much salty as fuck. And he supposed he should try to defuse the situation before the cold war escalated into a world war. 

"Everybody just calm down." Joseph stood up and began walking towards the ice sculpture. "Now while science can explain almost all phenomena, I'm pretty damn sure that it failed to acknowledge that dragons existed." Joseph smashed part of the sculpture, and grabbed the shattered ice before it fell, placing it in his whiskey. "And yes, while your ice sculpture is magnificent, and is great for ice cubes, it's getting pretty damn cold in here. It would be nice if you could make it disappear with your "science". And there's no need to be calling everyone autistic and OCD or whatever damn disorder you can think of, because I'm pretty sure no one has a PhD in psychology. WebMD does not substitute for an actual psychiatric guys."

Joseph wasn't too sure if he'd helped or just added more salt, but hey, he tried. 

"Now I'm sure everyone is here for some kind of meeting, or some semblance of order, so can we just all just wait for someone to start it? And yes, I am mainly talking to the two girls about to have a brawl over the existence of magic. Sit down, drink something. It'll calm the nerves. And it probably would cost less than paying for the entire inn."