Not drunk yet....is that a good thing?

[Naught]

Pete sat back in one of the booths, finally able to get away from his psychotic siblings. He was tired, but sleep was something he never really got used to. The xweetok stared at his half empty glass, his blue eyes half shut in annoyance from the music that was being played.

He felt like asking for another drink soon, but sadly he was out of money. He would perform for some change, but withotu the gang he had tried to get away from, that was pointless. Sure, he was good with a guitar, but singing? Not when he was alone anyway.

"I don't even know why I'm here..." he mumbled to himself, flicking his brown, bushy, unkempt tail. "Besides, I'm sure roger will be here...always where he finds the action." Pete shuddered, not understandign why anyone would want a prostitute. The rather depressed, angsty anthro thunked his head on the table with a groan. Why was living with the three so bloody difficult, you ask? You try it.

Keith wasn't so bad. He was pretty good with video games and always there to cheer him up, but the lenny's constant subject changes and driftign away from thought really got on his Nerves. Pete REALLY didn't want to think of Roger, the egotistical womanizer who'se real job in life was making Pete's life a living hell than making a good lead singer. As for John "Ox", he was pretty cool. But his bloody spyder made it very difficult to stay in the same room with the ox sized kau. After all, Pete's worse fear was any type of petpet. And Doris the Spyder was NO exception.

[ArchAngelChris]

(This is Mirasolle, incase you were wondering - www.neopets.com/search.phtml?selected_type=pet&string=Mirasolle)

A rather tall male sauntered through the bar, rather odd to say the least. Even at first glance. A long, green tail flopped behind him as he went, occasionally knocking people of their legs without him even trying. He seemed to be trying to hold himself at low profile, which obviously wasn't working out for him all that much. A soft exhale passed his lips as he was seated, webbed fingers running through his neatly groomed hair.

Coughing into a balled fist, he seemed to be somewhat parched, maybe dehydrated. And that was very true. He was a creature of the deep. Infact, he likely would not have emerged to the land if he hadn't needed something. Then, of course, he wasn't used to the streets and area in general, so he had gotten himself all turned around. Oh joy. A lost monster.

A large fin stuck out from his back, which was bent lightly, due to a run in with some folks whom ... Didn't appericiate his differences...

(Lame post. Y_Y)

[Naught]

(lol, no it isn't. ^_^ I liked it!)

Pete lifted his head up slightly from his current angst and mo[ing, which pretty much was the same thing, right? The xweetok stared at the new arrival and arched an eyebrow slightly. Not everyday he saw a maraquan civilian around. Not that he cared, anyway. He sat up and took another drink of his beer, sighing. This day couldn't get any more boring. Or worse...for that matter.

It was only a matter of time when Roger or someone he loathed would walk through the bar doors.

[ArchAngelChris]

(Thankies. ^_^)

His raspy voice spoke to the bartender, asking for a drink as he pushed a golden dubloon across the table, towards the female. Ah yes, he didn't have normal money. He had never managed to aquire any, much less get a job to earn it. As his drink was placed before him, and the female examing the dubloon, he coughed lightly and easily downed the liquid. Ah. That was much better. Which was likely why he ordered another before glancing around the large room, examining the faces with little interest. Mirasolle had seen many things in his time, and little surprised him anymore. Turning on his chair some, he sighed, resting his back to the bar top and his elbows on the top as well. Ah yes. He was content now, and feeling much better. Blue eyes danced in silence as he noted the Xweetok, observing him for a mere moment before looking elsewhere.

Gah! He seemed to be bored aready. But what to do? Hm. Good question.

[Naught]

And just like Pete predicted, the devil-spawned kyrii walked through the doors, looking around curiously for his favorite grumpy xweetok. "Ah! There ya are, mate!" Roger waved. Pete didn't even react, not saying a word and gulpeddown thel ast of his drink and blinked once with no expression, giving the kyrii the finger. Roger's ears flattened slightly but he smiled and forgot about the crude gesture and walked up, "Thought I'd find you here."

"Don't you have any more whores to fuck, or have you sold them all out?" Pete growled. Roger sighed, brushing back his long blodne strands from his face.

"What is with you these past days? Do I really piss you off thatm uch that you leave Keith alone at home?"

"Why should it matter to you? you all leave and don't even care what might happen to him." Pete continued in the same dark tone.

"Dammit, Pete. Don't start that again." roger slamemd his fist on the table and glared back. "Unlike some, John and I have a REAL job and we try to pay for the apartment we're living at. Same with our owner. Maybe if you'd quit moping around you could help!"

"Oh, you make money?" Pete burst out into a broken laugh, "Then why do none of us ever see it? Because you spend it on smokes, drugs, AND women."

"You are pushing it now, mate." Roger warned. Pete just glared back and got up.

"I don't want to have this coversatio nwith you. I'm going." the xweetok walked off, hands in his pockets and leaving a very irritated and frustrated kyrii.

[ArchAngelChris]

Mirasolle easily felt the tension between the Kyrii and the Xweetok, which made him uneasy, as in past experiences violence and rage had followed such tension. It was rather amazing that he could feel it in a crowded room in such, but he was already on edge, and about ready to spring from his seat to dart down the street and looks for the nearest body of water. In his mind, the water was safer then land, as the surface dwellers were violent, angry animals whom had no decent instincts to follow.

Growling softly at the thought, the creature seated at the bar seemed to slouch in an attempt to make himself invisible. Which, as you may have guessed, did not work at all for the bare chested, fin backed male.