The Occult Bar (OOC Bar)

Welcome to the Occult bar, a bar where your characters can mingle worry free from canon, or timelines. Just interact with characters and have a fun time drinking! After all, the Occult bar would be nothing without it's patrons~!


Steel Strike walked into a booth on the corner. He sat down and ordered a drink. He wasn't into anything strong, so some cheap wine did. He was in the perfect spot to see new visitors, so he could keep an eye on them all.

The Praetor straddled into the bar, already boozy from a hard days work. SOMEONE had to dispose of all that contraband moonshine. Seeing Steel creep into the corner, he thought he'd have another pass. "So, *hic* any other... confusions you want to make to me? Ugh... confections- conf.... Tell me things?"

Steel became a bit worried about the Praetor coming on to him like this. He smiled awkwardly and said "I think you've have a bit too much to drink for the night...And you've just entered the bar!" said Steel Strike with a chuckle.

The praetor abruptly vomited all over the booth, before collapsing into a heap of vomit and shame. This was going to be the most uneventful night ever.

After cleaning himself in the bathroom, he saw the Praetor still out cold in his booth that he previously occupied. He decided that a barstool might be a safer bet. He sat down, and ordered a beer, and they slid it over to him. He picked it up casually and took a few gulps.

Zwei stumbled in. Looking around in a daze, he seemed to be already quite plastered. Grabbing a pair of sunglasses, he placed them over his eyes. Hiccuping, he staggered his way to the bar. Slamming his fist on the bar, he held up two talons. Looking at the Praetor, he chummily grabbed him by the shoulder, and clumsily signed;

"What the hell are you doing here?"

The praetor, despite his best attempts not to, had inadvertently drowned in his own vomit. The best 'shine always does this to him, he found, because this was the first time he had ever drunk it. Being that he was dead, though, he found it rather difficult to reply.

His best reply was a *gently nod of limp head in breeze*

Megabyte giggled to herself as she entered the building, trotting over to the bar and retrieving a fruity cocktail. After receiving her drink, she trotted up the the table with a few familiar individuals gathered around it. "Hello all." She said in a cheery tone.

Xarith burst through the door of the bar on a dirtboard screaming something. What he was screaming only a few would ever know. He came to a stop next to Zweihander by power-sliding and flipping off of his board landing neatly in a seat closed to the drunk griffon. He kicked his board up and fixed it securely to his back as he ordered himself a light wine.

In the distance somepony help up a score card that held a 7.5 out of 10.

The zebra just grabbed a wine glass that had been sliding towards him and took a light sip as he greeted Zwei.

"I was going to make you a birthday rum cake buddy, but I guess it's just going to be cake..."

He then turned to greet Mega, waving a friendly hoof. "Hey there Mega. I swear to drunk, Zwei's not god."

Steel stared at the nutty participants that had already joined the bar. The most sane one at the moment was Mega and himself, which was saying something. He enjoyed watching his friends chatter playfully.

Mega drank down her whole cocktail at once, not used to the various drinking customs for "normal" ponies. She set her glass down and waved a hoof at Xarith once she noticed his presence next to her. "Hey there Xar-xar!" She said in an over-enthusiastic tone.

Zweihander shook his dead buddy. Looking sad, he let the body land on the booth with a very loud *thunk*. Standing up, he waved his hand at the Pegasus, clicking his beak in greeting, and inadvertently spilling both of his drinks. Unwittingly, standing up had saved his life. As Xarith came screaming into the bar, he landed right where Zwei's head would be. And when Xarith mentioned a rum birthday cake, Zweihander didn't care that it wasn't his birthday, he wanted that cake. Yet, all that came out was a staccato rhythm of clicks from his beak, which sounded the tune for I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts.

The undead corpse of the Praetor rose from the booth, intent on getting SOMETHING done at this bar. Damn him if he wasn't single, horny, at the peak of his career and physique- he wasn't going to let something as meager as death ruin his shots at getting some tonight.

"GAHAHAHAlAAA-GRAAA," he groaned, in drunken undead stupor. He sidled up on the counter next to that really cool guy and began scoping out the place for action.

Steel once again was being pined for by the Praetor. "Look bud, I ain't your type." he said finally, trying to get him off his tail. He wouldn't stop moaning in his ear however. So he bucked the griffon across the room. "I said no mate." he said with a tone of finality.

The zebra just kicked back as he rumaged around for a bit in his satchel. It made a collection of sounds ranging from generic balloon stretch to clown horn as he placed his light wine in his bag and pulled out a Pina colada in its place. Triumphantly holding the drink up and taking a light sip, he slightly tilted the glass so that just a drop of the rum flew out and hit the table. To his side was his plastered drinking buddy. To the other was a mare who had shown up with her own drink. And to top it all off, a bit to the left was another griff scooping out a stallion. Xarith just laughed as he smiled to himself and spoke.

"Just another day at the bar..." he said.

Spoiler:

After drinking the Pheonix Revival Piña Colada, Zwei collapsed, drunk, on top of Megabyte. Snoring, he was using Mega as a little teddy bear.

Atriark pushed his way into the bar, not minding who was inside. He made his way strait for the bar, not in any great hurry. Taking a seat, he rubbed his brow.

"How much is a scotch?" Atriark asked, not looking to see if the bar tender was near.