Finn fell through the open doors and landed head first onto the wooden floor. Slowly, he pushed himself up, his limbs a bit shaky. His head still spun from going through the anomaly that lead him to this mysterious location. The seats at the round, wooden tables were tucked in, aligned perfectly with the walls. One wall light was on, casting a dim light. The varnished floor had not one crumb or stain, smooth as the face of a newly crafted sword. Framed canvases hanged on the smooth brown walls, untouched by paint or pastels. Nobody was at the bar, and the bottles behind it were closed. The stillness was broken by the pitter-patter of jolly footsteps. "Well, hello there!" To Finn's uncomfortableness, someone lifted him all the way up and started to shake his hand. He barely had time to regain his sense before he could identify his greeter. The woman was large in girth, yet her rosy face had little fat. Her twinkling brown eyes and prominent dimples reminded him of Father Christmas. Her blue-plaid dress and white apron looked like something an older Dorthy would wear. "I'm Cathy," the woman said, letting go off his hand. Finn stood there, bewildered by her openness. "Welcome to the Cantina. How may I help you?" Finn stammered out his words. "I-I-I-I...uh...where am I?" "You're in the Cantina!" Cathy gestured to the entire place. "You should stay a while. How about you sit at the bar and wait for Brent to come? He'll provide you something warm before you go your merry way." Finn nodded. He headed toward the bar, fidgeting his fingers. Bryan was out with Amy, so he could stay awhile.
Cathy took out her broom and waited for the next guest. She hummed a pop song (Katy Perry or Jessie J, it depended on which universe) under her breath.
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Brent looked at the teenager sitting on one of the bar stool. Scrawny-looking, brown hair neatly parted to the side, slight features, and a sheepish grin. He didn't looked well in the self-esteem apartment. "What do you want, kid?" Brent asked. "Oh, just a glass of milk." Brent went right to that.
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edited 12th Sep '11 8:32:44 PM by OhSoIntoCats
Brent grabbed the bottle from the guest and recorked it. He grimaced as he put it away.
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