forum So, ya like booze?

Started December 01, 2018 by Zero Devil

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Also, could my character be aother bartender?//

Clipsey chuckled nervously.
"Is there any chance I could go earn the fifty? I was desperate, I admit." Clipsey smiled widely, trying to be convincing and nice and shit.

“No. I want it now. I want fucking cold hard cash.” He glared across the wooded bar at the man. He stuck out his hand.

Cecil held the microphone to his mouth. "So, listeners! I have apparently been swept to a place I don't recognize by entering that random bathroom stall that appeared inside of John Peter's, you know, the farmer, invisible corn plantation. I'm not sure when I will be able to get back, but I'm sure it won't be too long for you. After all, in the words of our beautiful scientist and my husband, did I mention Carlos is my husband? Because he is. Insert Cecil squeeing like a school girl. Well, anyway, in his words, 'time is weird' in Night Vale so I'm sure how time passes for you will not be the same for me. So, dear Night Vale, only Night Vale, goodnight, listeners, goodnight." He then turned off his portable broadcast station. Cecil appeared to be in a bar, but it wasn't a normal bar, it didn't have a bartender who had been granted all of the knowledge of the universe, or someone who pretended you didn't exist for five minutes then ran away screaming, as is the norm in Night Vale. So to learn the ways of the outside world, he decided to sit down at the bar.

Clipsey peered at the guy who sat down.
And, like the idiot he was, tapped him on the back lightly.
"D'ya think you could give me fifty bucks? Please?"

Zackary snapped at him over the bar, his sharp teeth lashing into view.
“HEY! YOU CAN’T ASK SOMEONE ELSE!”

"Eek!" Clipsey yelped, holding up his arms for protection that he probably didn't need.
"I can give ya my axe and a twenty, that's all I have on me!" He squealed, shivering in fright.

Zackary’s glare didn’t falter. They pointed like knives, digging into Clipsey like he was a dummy at target practice.
“I don’t want your damn axe. It’s more unholy than I!”

"Will ya take the twenty?" Clipsey fumbled with his wallet, but slammed the twenty onto the table.
And his ex-wifes expensive necklace, studded with real diamonds. He remembered how, as a human, it had taken his years to earn enough money for it.
"And the necklace?" A tear welled in his eye, but he wiped it away.
(Here's what he looks like. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BUfqA6irhP4SFNQN3MTEh-_zKK6CEK01yx-JxU9xboE/edit )

(Needs permission)

Zackary glanced down at it. He was impressed by it, but hid that emotion.
“No. I want cash. How many times do I have to say it to get it through your thick skull?”

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBqA47Y3Gbo looks like the finished product of the speedpaint.)

Clipsey whimpered, and snatched the necklace. He grabbed his axe, and dug out the diamonds with the tip, occasionally cursing when he cut his gloved hands.

Zackary batted his hands away from the poor necklace, hissing as he stretched across the bar.
“No! CASH!”

Clipsey sighed.
"Why don'tcha understand?" He muttered. "I don't have any more money. Take my damned soul, demon. You'd be surprised, it's a human soul. You demons like those, don'tcha?"

Zackary snatched the guy’s axe and angrily waved it at him. “I don’t want your damn soul! I want to be paid the fifty I was promised!”

Clipsey bristled as much as a 3'1 cartoon creature could bristle.
"That's my thingy, don't wave it at me!" He growled.
He sighed, and pulled his daughter's allowance out of his wallet.
"Ten, twenty….thirty!" He slammed the thirty on the counter, and added an extra five with fake smile.
"Enjoy your tip!" He said truthfully. "Can I have the axe back?"

Zackary shoved the axe back into his hands fiercely. He, too, was bristling, but it fluffed out his hair and bared his teeth instead.
“Yeah. Now get the hell out.”

"Got it!" Clipsey said cheerfully.
He winked, and skipped away. Once he thought he was out of earshot (he's not, he's like two feet away.) he began to sob quietly.
"I just tried to give away everything of sentimental value that I own! What the hell is wrong with me?!" His scrambled, half cartoon, half human mind tried to think of an answer, but the only one he got was one word:
Everything.

Time watched this go down with a small smile, the pain of mortals was funny. Cherry taught me that! it thought cheerfuly, mixing a small drink that looked like it was made of some acidic liquid.

Cecil watched the yelling fight that had happened next to him, unfazed. Things like this were not things you worry about, like that time a giant centipede appeared out of the house that doesn't exist (it looks like it's there, and it's between two identical houses, so it would make more sense for it to be there than not, but it isn't there) and rampaged over the town before Carlos's team of scientist trapped it in the big hole in the earth that was once Big Rico's Pizzeria, or the dog park where humans nor dog were allowed inside, an you couldn't look at the hooded figures inside lest you want to die. Cecil did have a fifty on him, along with many other odds and ends. "Excuse me," He said to the bartender, "but where am I?"

Time was watching the fight for a while till someone started to talk to it. "Devils Blood." It said, tilting it's head and pointing to the sign right next to the bar.

Zackary whipped to the man, his odd gray eyes narrowing. Very strange company at his bar tonight.
“You are in Devilsblood.”

"Interesting. Never heard of it." Cecil leaned backwards, knowing the bar stool had no back so he let a tentacle shoot out and rest on the floor to prop him up. "Could I get a Manhattan?"

Zackary gave a look to the hentai-like tentacle and nodded slowly. “Sure thing…” He whipped up the drink in a moment and slid it over, still staring with disgust at the tentacle sticking to his floor.

Time nodded and began to make the drink, swiftly setting it in front of the man when finished. "Twenty bucks." Time said as he set it down.

Damn it, we keep posting at the saame time!///

Zackary glared at Time. “Go away! I can handle this!”

Time started at Zackary for a second before putting up its middle finger, the emotionless expression still on its face.

"Staring is rude." Cecil called out. "At least, I'm pretty sure. I don't know how things work around here."

Zackary growled like a dog, baring his teeth at the other bartender. Everyone was just being so annoying today!