((Since the RP proper is going to start back up. I decided we should wreck the bar for its send off. =P If we bring this back at a later date we can just declare the destruction non-canon))

Leon apparently decided it was time to go batshit insane. As such he picked up a barstool and hopped over the bar to start smashing all the bottles with the stool.

"The only man in a realm full of women, until Ragnarok? I can think of much worse things Max said. "Excuse me for a moment."

"Hey motherfucker." Max said as he strode to the bar. "Just because you can't drink, doesn't mean you should go around breaking shit; it's inconsiderate to us old folks."

Picking up a bottle of Jameson, he muttered something about thirsty kids in Saudi Arabia before going back to Eir.

"Do you drink?"

edited 10th May '13 12:33:53 PM by kino

"I do, but after a few centuries of the mead in Odin's halls, mortal drink is all the same swill to me. I will pass."

Once all the remaining booze bottles were well and truly smashed Leon jumped back over the bar proper before conjuring up a small ball of fire to drop on all the spilled booze because why the hell not.

Eir waved her hand dismissively and the fire went out as if suddenly deprived of oxygen.

"No need to be destructive."

Manisha had walked in sometime before and retired to a corner to nurse a drink or two, when the fight broke out. She got up and snapped the leg off a table before wading into the thick of combat.

'What the hell. I could use the workout, since Alex doesn't seem to be around, the fucker. I came here to talk with him and he doesn't show up.'

Max shook his head at the random destruction and lit a cigarette, rolling the smoke around in his mouth while he pondered what he would do with the rest of the night.

This is on break.