Paragon City Hero Bar (Open to Everyone)

***This is a post for anyone who wants to "come into" the bar and take a load off. You can talk about your days work, toss back a few drinks, and even get into a fight or two. The head bartender's name is Jack Montague, but you can call him 'Monty', and he is from New York City and has a very thick New Yorker's accent. Anyone can rp a bartender or waitress to get their drinks but I will rp as Monty as well as my own heroes should they feel like coming in.***

It was opening at the Paragon City Hero Bar and Jack Montague, the owner and head bartender was very nervous that buisness wouldn't take off.

While Monty had his back turned and was polishing a glass a hero sat down behind him.

"Excuse me," said the hero as he tapped Monty on the shoulder.

Monty jumped and dropped the glass.

"I'm sorry" said the hero with a strong British accent whom Monty now recognized from the paper as The Couragous Lord Raymond.

"No, it ain't your fault chief, I shoulda been payin' attention. And besides I am a little worried about the buisness here. You want I should poor ya a cold one?"

"Yes please sir, Miller if you would please sir." Monty fills a glass and hands it to Lord Raymond as the hero continued to speak. "I wouldn't worry about customers too much sir, it is after all only early in the evening."

"Please stop wit' da sirs, call me Monty."

"Yes well Monty, thank you for the drink" says Lord Raymond as he downs what was left in the glass. "I would love to have another but I am afraid I am flying so I need to be sober, I'll spread the word about your bar on my way home."

"If you'd do dat I would really 'ppreciate it." said Monty as Raymond got up to leave.

"Don't Mention it. I'll see tomorrow evening"


* I hope that is a good example of how things will work. And remember to have fun with it. If it isn't good enough now then maybe your post will make it better*

It was late in the wee hours of...well, the morning...when she sauntered in through the door. Damn near closing...oh, well. If they wanna kick me out, let 'em. Won't be the first time... Easter smiled, and lowered her 6-foot-tall frame onto a stool in front of the bar. She paused long enough to remove her Stetson and set it down--band up--alongside her. "Jack and coke, please." Her deep Southern drawl seemed eminently appropriate, somehow. "On the rocks--no ice." She smirked, and reached her arms back behind her head to stretch, her leather bustier creaking ever so slightly.

The late-night bartender sighed. He'd been wanting to close up shop, maybe go home early...the place had been dead for hours, and he'd been sooooo BORED...but maybe this chick would make it worth his while. She *was* gorgeous, after all...the bustier alone made the potentially later stay worthwhile, to say nothing of the way her dark thigh-high boots displayed her shapely gams. He shrugged. "Comin' right up."

As the bartender turned his back, Easter casually reached over to the "No Smoking!" fold-up placard and turned it face-down on the table as she pulled a Camel from her satchel. She struck a match to light it, pausing to let the orange firelight play across her features.

The bartender brought her her drink. "So...you, ah, one'a them hero-types?"

She smirked. "Ah s'pose you could say that, sure. I'm just new in town, s'all...passin' through. Might keep mah interest...who can tell." She one-shotted the drink, and waved for a refill.

The bartender raised an eyebrow, a little surprised, but went to get her another drink, keeping her in the corner of his vision...something wasn't quite right about this woman. The way she was smoking her (illegal indoors) cigarette...it was...sensual, somehow. Not like just smoking. Like being with a lover. He pondered this as he brought her her drink. "Kinda unusual for a lady to come in at this late hour, ain't it?"

She smiled ruefully, still not making eye contact with him. She swirled her drink around, staring into its depths. "Gotta do somethin' ta take mah mind off the Dyne."

The bartender's eyes grew wide with shock, but the years of dealing with Paragon's occasionally less-than-savory types had granted him the training to cover it up...he hoped. He swallowed. "Listen...I hate to do this to you, but--"

"Closing time. Ah know." She slugged the drink back, just like the first, and pulled a wallet out of her satchel.

"No, no...don't sweat it. On the house." He smiled at her. Just please, PLEASE, get the hell out of here!!!

She glanced up at him then, finally making eye contact...he shied away. Too bad, she thought. Might've had a little fun tonight yet. Ah, well... She nodded. "Well, thanks." She took one final long drag from her cigarette, and plunked it down into the remains of her drink. "Have a good night, sugah. Be safe."

The bartender would remember that night for a very long time...a hero not just fighting Dyne users and Dyne pushers, but battling Dyne itself...what was the world coming to...?

Peering out from the back storage room, as the door creaks slowly. "Yo Monty!.....She gone?? Wonders Xxx SunRay xxX.

"Yeah Yeah, Hold ya horses." As the bartender closes the front blinds to stop prying eyes. "Damn Man, You need a drink DAT badly??" Stepping around the back of the bar to find SunRay done reaching for the bottle of Skky. "Yoo wanna glass wit dat ya MooK?" If I only had sum powers

Ya, an put up da Yeager. also give me a tonic back with a 7 chaser" Standing back from the bar as Monty places the drinks upon it. "Close yur eyes Monty." Covering his eyes, Knowing full well what happens next. Opening his eyes to see SunRay in a beat up black T and jeans take the seat he just left.

"Long day??" Monty muses as he continues to clean up behind the bar. "You look like sum one s**t the beat out of ya." Looking at the purple bruises was disturbing to Monty. It was an interesting contrast to this man's skin. "I gotta say Sun, when yoo bruise, yoo really bruise. Is dat natural fer yer peeple??"

"Lets just say dat sum Nazi Vampires slapped me around like a red headed step child." Tossing a small bag onto the bar, it jingles and spills jewelry forth. Monty looking both ways before snatching up the valuables and stashing them away behind the back bar. "Need ya ta call yur buddy wit da truck. Got a pile of stuff stashed up wit a friend watchin it till he gets there." Slamming back another shot of Yeager and washin it down with Skky, Sun gag's openly. "He's gotta hurry cause t'morrow I know sum one is gonna check up on dat place." wiping his chin with his wrist.

Taking a quickly scribbled address on a crumpled napkin into hand. Monty swaggers forward Walking to the back storeroom. "Yeah, let me call him. Gotta go to the back and get sum beer anyways. Call him from there, No probs." Boxes can be heard being shifted around with an occasional grunt. "Ya know he's probly gonna want extra for the rush." Panting a lil more than normal, Monty looks up to see Sun standing there.

"What are yoo dooin??? I can carry those, even in my battered state. Now who's da Mook. What are friends for?? Come on??" Hefting a few cases of beer, Sun walks back to the bar, to hear the start of a muffled one way conversation. Pouring another shot and gagging once again. "Yo Mont, these smokes belong to dat chick from before? Well there mine now." Sparking one up with a flame being emited from his pinky. "So??? When can he get there?? I gotta call my buddy so he wont kill ya friend." Wouldnt dat be a kick in da head. Hate to explain that Snafu.

"Ya know Sun......I'm Really kinda tired. So just lock up the back when ya split. I gotta get sum sleep so I can go hock this stuff. Remember, I may owe ya my life, but dont trash da joint. K??" I may owe the man, But not my BAR. Please God, dont let an ambush happen here. Putting on his jacket, Monty searches his pockets for his keys. Satisfied by there discovery, He reaches behind the bar to grab the satchel and place it within his pants. Feeling secure but not overly confident, Monty turns towards the door. "Seeya tonite Sun??

Enjoying his camel a little too much, SunRay manipulates the smoke to perform a dance of swans flapping around in a circle.
"Naw...........Gonna tie one on and play wit dat tech your buddy's gettin for me. Plus I gotta take a break. Isa hurtin baby." Swiggin another shot of yeager, "Tell ya wat.....If you meet another hero that can heal, and ya trust. Let me know. Go on....Get outta here. Let me drink." Sipping from his glass of Skky, SunRay turns to Monty "Give the wife a kiss, I'll call ya tonite. Just get home safe ya mook."

Closing the front door, Monty starts to lock it wondering what life would have been like if SunRay didnt save him from the Family, and get him outta N.Y. Please God......Dont let him get attacked now....pleasepleaseplease. Turning south to walk home, Monty looks up to see a group of heroes fly overhead heading east. Probly off ta save our bacon from surtain destruction. Buttoning up against the morning wind chill, he starts the short walk home. Musing Life is never dull in Paragon.....Gotta say dat.....Life is never dull.

After an hour of heavy drinking punctuated with an occasional Ooooh and Aaahh. A sore and battered yellow skin individual slowly stumbles out that back humming to himself. Hiel Pbbbbbbbbt Hiel Pbbbbbbbbt Right in the Fuhrers Face