Raising his eyebrow at the lawyer again, the bartender began to wonder if he and his friends really understood where they were right now. From appearances, it seemed they assumed his bar was just another hidden away in whatever city they'd come from. An interesting but not uncommon occurrence.

"Well, I've had this place and run it for as long as anyone can rightly remember, myself included."

Turning to the young woman who looked as though she's been in a fight of some kind, the old man smiled reassuringly.

"Oh I don't think you're dead, not that the distinction between dead and alive means much here. Folks get to enjoy what we have to offer all the same."

Not one to keep a customer waiting longer than they had to, the bartender turned around and opened an old looking soda cooler. Browsing through the glass bottles lining the shelves, he found what he'd been looking for and quickly popped the cap off the bottle before handing it to Lucas.

[i]Ding ding[/i], chimed a bell behind the barkeep, prompting him to turn around and open a small chrome square door just below waist height. It looked like it belonged to a refrigerator, but inside was an order of chili cheese fries and onion rings. When he removed the pleasantly arranged baskets of food, one would find them generously portioned and a heavenly aroma wafted through the room; if you were into that sort of food.

"Here you are," he announced, setting the baskets in front of Vyn. "Please enjoy and I hope you find it to your liking."

It seemed he'd have plenty to do tonight. Just as he finished serving Vyn, another woman came through his door, this one looking better than the last one had.

"Welcome to the Wayward Stool, make yourself at home and let me know if you need anything," even as he greeted the new addition to the bar, the barkeep slipped a crystalline ashtray toward the woman with a cigarette. He should have done so sooner, how careless of him.

As requested, the man produced a small screwdriver from behind his counter, all the while picking out a chilled white wine for the woman. He set them both down in front of her, turning to make another call to his compatriot.

[i]Ring ring, click[/i]. "Yes, hello again Erin. Something chocolaty this time, as much chocolate as you can get into it. Mhm, that's it, thank you love." Hanging up, the bartender returned his attention to the woman with her wine.

"I apologize, but it will take a bit of time for your order to be complete. I do assure you however that Erin makes a dessert worth waiting for."

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