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[indent][color=gray] It was later into the night and the scene at The Pit was really coming alive. Well, it was coming alive like a creature crawling out of a swamp… like a corpse rising from the grave to embark on it’s unlife. Coming alive in a way that only a place like the Pit could. The crowd was keeping Jed and Robin busy with their various and copious drink orders.

Darcy requested some shots, stating that she was going to need them. [color=7a49a5][b]“Coming right up, Dee.”[/b][/color] Robin replied, grabbing the bottom shelf tequila. Only the best for the regular Pit denizens. [color=7a49a5][b]“Shots up for Darcy and Logan”[/b][/color] She called out, placing the shot glasses on the bar after Logan had requested some as well.

Bea ordered a Screaming Orgasm and Robin was about to make a witty remark before Kip beat her to the punchline. She knew there was a reason that she took a liking to that one. [color=7a49a5][b]“Here’s an orgasm you won’t have to fake, babes. Enjoy it.”[/b][/color] Robin said with a wink as she served the drink up.

Meanwhile, some southern belle attempted to flirtatiously order a water, of all things, from Jed. [color=7a49a5][b]“Daring… aren’t we?”[/b][/color] Robin said under her breath, but also not caring all too much if she was heard. Life was too short to give a shit about people overhearing your shit talk.

Lolly’s gentleman caller left the bar in record timing thanks to Darcy’s shenanigans. Ah yes, just another night at the Pit. Jed mentioned pissing in Dee’s glass and Robin chuckled. [color=7a49a5][b]“Ehh, it’d probably taste better than our tequila, to be fair.”[/b][/color] As if on cue, Darcy saddled up to the bar again, this time ordering a beer to wrap her lips around. [color=7a49a5][b]“Coming right up, though I’m sure there’s plenty of other fun things you could find for them lips, sweets.”[/b][/color] Robin jested, sliding the brown bottle down the bar to Darcy.

Just when she thought the night couldn’t get more lively, Bea spit up her orgasm on some greasy rando. Somehow, she managed to make the dude’s hair look even worse. Robin’s attention from the scene was broken by the sudden blast of music from the jukebox. People hardly ever actually put money in that thing to change the songs when their scarce coin was preferably spent buying bottom of the barrel booze. Some newcomer, at least she seemed new, was sensually dancing at the machine. [color=7a49a5][b]“Looks like it’s about time for my smoke break, Jed.”[/b][/color] Or a dance break. Or both. Robin tossed the towel she was using to wipe the bar down in a bucket and made her leave from behind the bar.[/color][/indent]