The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Applebania]

There is another knock on the door.
"Quick, where can I hide?"

[Applebania]

Through my powers of double post, The Applebanian delegate finds a place to hide underneath a table.
The door opens, and a female Applebanian delegate enters, and orders 5 pints.
The male Applebanian delegate gets up from under the table.
"I knew you were a heavy drinker, Claire, but Helix!"
"Joshua, is that you?"
"Yeah, it's me."
"Why were you under the table?"
"I thought you were the bodyguards!"
"Helix, no! If they figure out we're here, we're dead!"

The two Applebanian delegates continue their conversation.

[Sierra Lyricalia]

Vinny's curiosity piqued, he wanders over to where the bartender is pouring pints. His hand wanders up his face to tip a cap that isn't there before he realizes it, crooks his mouth up for a fraction of a second with mild, amused embarrassment, and hooks his thumb back into his front pocket. With his other hand he drains his glass and sets it on the bar.

"Evening! Forgive the interruption, ambassadors; it's way too loud in here to eavesdrop, but I couldn't help overhearing the word 'bodyguard.' Ah, barkeep, put those on my tab? Thanks. Oh, and, ah --" Vin looks over the row of taps for a second, then nods happily, seeing one he approves of. "-- and a Cogfish Bled 90-Second Rye-P.A. for me. Mmm."

He looks back to the two Applebanians. "Now, uh, I'm not sure how your foreign ministry is organized, but traditionally speaking, diplomatic appointees - ambassadors, delegates, envoys, whatnot - outrank the careerists. You know, the bureaucrats, staff, the security help." Vin tilts his head down to look over the tops of his eyeglasses at the two. "Put another way, I got ninety-nine problems, but a bit- er, ah, babysitter ain't one, yaknowwutumsayin?"

He picks up the last glass the bartender puts down, not a pint but a 12-oz. goblet appropriate for this type of ale, sniffs it, and takes a sip. "Mmmmmm. That is good. Anyway, all I'm sayin' is... if you can't get that dog on a leash, you oughta make your state department send you a better class of dog, ya know? After all... you are the face of your nation before the World Assembly. They are here at your disposal, not vice versa."

He nods politely at the two, then raises his glass at them briefly. "Have a nice evening, your honors." Vinny takes another sip and walks leisurely away, glass in hand.

[Applebania]

Claire replies to Vinny.
"While we may dislike the bodyguards, we don't hate them enough to subject them to the... Prime Minister's wrath..."
Joshua shudders.

[Rotwood]

Cesario Elmadra, the Rotan Head of Security, enters the bar, hoping for some much needed rest. He taps the translator Mel gave him, not trusting it to work properly
*A bottle of tequila, thank you*
He takes three mouthfuls before crashing to the floor with the sound of a tree falling

[Bears Armed]

Cesario Elmadra, the Rotan Head of Security, enters the bar, hoping for some much needed rest. He taps the translator Mel gave him, not trusting it to work properly
*A bottle of tequila, thank you*
He takes three mouthfuls before crashing to the floor with the sound of a tree falling

"Ah yes, as the saying goes _ 'One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor'...", Artorrios quietly murmurs.
^_^

(OOC: Saw it printed on a t-shirt once...)

[Rotwood]

Cesario Elmadra, the Rotan Head of Security, enters the bar, hoping for some much needed rest. He taps the translator Mel gave him, not trusting it to work properly
*A bottle of tequila, thank you*
He takes three mouthfuls before crashing to the floor with the sound of a tree falling

"Ah yes, as the saying goes _ 'One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor'...", Artorrios quietly murmurs.
^_^

(OOC: Saw it printed on a t-shirt once...)

*A... Bear... Talking.... Damn this stuff is good!*
Cesario is too paralysed to move away

OOC: I prefer 'One tequila, two tekila, three katila, floor'

[Cardoness]

When are member governments going to learn that the #1 qualification for an ambassador or their staff isn't how smart they are or how well they do their job, but rather, how well they hold their liquor? Lord Andreas thought as he stepped over the fallen patron

[Applebania]

Midway through her five pints, Claire starts rambling.
"Hey, maybe we should repeal "Read the Resolution Act"?"

[Rotwood]

Cesario tries to use a stool to get back on his feet.
*Now I know why it was so hard to get that damn bottle out of Felicia's hands*

[Normlpeople]

Clover smiles as she approaches the bar for a refill. "The Rotan ambassadors need to build some tolerance it seems. No matter, this place will drive anyone to drink, and tolerance will build up in no time". Turning to Ambassador Claire, she simply said "Forced compliance still doesn't seem to cause forced comprehension... I often wonder why they bother attempting it in the first place"

[Defwa]

Clover smiles as she approaches the bar for a refill. "The Rotan ambassadors need to build some tolerance it seems. No matter, this place will drive anyone to drink, and tolerance will build up in no time". Turning to Ambassador Claire, she simply said "Forced compliance still doesn't seem to cause forced comprehension... I often wonder why they bother attempting it in the first place"

"The girl must weigh ten kilograms. She's more liquor that cat or girl right now," Angela says as she sips her martini like a mother fracking lady

[Applebania]

The Applebanian delegates have already started drafting the proposal.

[Rotwood]

(OOC: Uh, Felicia was already dragged out of the bar, and she is the size of a normal human (so she would really be probably 60kg. Also, I am going somewhere with this, just waiting for Jericho's return)

Cesario looks around, trying to get everything in focus
*I... I can hold my liquor very well thank you very much! Dish shtuff... Dish shtuff ish weird. Why ish there a... There a.... There three wormsh in it?!*

[Defwa]

(OOC: Uh, Felicia was already dragged out of the bar, and she is the size of a normal human (so she would really be probably 60kg. Also, I am going somewhere with this, just waiting for Jericho's return)

Cesario looks around, trying to get everything in focus
*I... I can hold my liquor very well thank you very much! Dish shtuff... Dish shtuff ish weird. Why ish there a... There a.... There three wormsh in it?!*

[Hyperbolically/jealously marveling at her fitness.]

"Tequila dear. I avoid the drink, myself."

[Hamasho]

A timid, twitchy-looking patron pokes her head in through the entrance, looking as though there would be nothing better to happen than if she simply melted through the floor and vanished. With slight, anxious steps, Kaga Ai tiptoes her way towards the bar, narrowly avoiding the ongoing commotion, but stops just short of asking for a drink, as though she's not sure of what to say, glancing left and right in apparent confusion.

[Rotwood]

An Iridea and a Felinae member of the Rotan security attaché walk into the bar
"Yr, Pucc, Felicia ec dnoehk du ica ic ran puf uh ic. Faent drehk ec dra ynnufc yna dinhehk ehdu pymmuuhc."^†
Cesario looks at them, undecided if there were two or four of them. He hands out the tequila bottle
*Uh, just give her another one of these, it'll knock her out for a couple of days.*
The security staff look at him blankly until he turns off the translator and repeats the order in Rotan.


^†Translation: "Ah, Boss, Felicia is trying to use us her bow on us. Weird thing is the arrows are turning into balloons."

[Separatist Peoples]

(OOC: Uh, Felicia was already dragged out of the bar, and she is the size of a normal human (so she would really be probably 60kg. Also, I am going somewhere with this, just waiting for Jericho's return)

Cesario looks around, trying to get everything in focus
*I... I can hold my liquor very well thank you very much! Dish shtuff... Dish shtuff ish weird. Why ish there a... There a.... There three wormsh in it?!*

"Ah, that. Yes, thats a good thing. Its good luck to get the worm, you know. I once got thrown out of New New Mexico when I was on shore leave in the Separatist Navy over a fight as to the ownership of that worm. Got a nice scar from it. You shoulda seen the other guy! Needless to say, my XO did not approve. Enjoy those worms."

A timid, twitchy-looking patron pokes her head in through the entrance, looking as though there would be nothing better to happen than if she simply melted through the floor and vanished. With slight, anxious steps, Kaga Ai tiptoes her way towards the bar, narrowly avoiding the ongoing commotion, but stops just short of asking for a drink, as though she's not sure of what to say, glancing left and right in apparent confusion.

"Ah, hello there! Won't you join us?"

[Viritica]

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have an announcement to make!"

"I have to squeeze the lemon."

[Separatist Peoples]

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have an announcement to make!"

"I have to squeeze the lemon."

"Is that...are you propositioning the Lemonacian delegation?"

[Viritica]

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have an announcement to make!"

"I have to squeeze the lemon."

"Is that...are you propositioning the Lemoniacan delegation?"

"No, I have to make my bladder gladder."

"But tell me more about this delegate."

[Hakio]

Sia Hedishi walks inside the bar and sits on the nearest stool.

"Scotch, please." She is handed her drink and swirls the straw in it embarressed. "Bartender, I'm sorry about leaving cocaine everywhere... and vomiting down your shirt." Sia awkwardly drinks her scotch.

[Societatis Frigidus]

Senator Bode, visiting from the nordic federation of Societatis Internationalis and only checking up to see that the current delegation from Societatis Frigidus is conforming to government directives, tumbles up to the bar. He nearly trips over a close couch table, spilling the drinks of two other guests, before grinding to a halt at the bar, where he eyes the barkeeper.

In a surprising turn of events, he turns to delegate Sia Hedishi, looks him in the eye and beautifully vomits over the man's new tuxedo.
"Sorrry, looks like your tuxedo was in the way.."

He takes a seat, turns to the bartender and orders another Scotch. "And hurry up with the drinks... I haven't got all day, you dirty little twat."

[Murray the Evil Skull]

Midway through her five pints, Claire starts rambling.
"Hey, maybe we should repeal "Read the Resolution Act"?"

Murray was back at his place on the bar, right next to the Kawaiian Shrine of the Manifestation when he heard the conmment from the ambassador. The EVILEST talking skull in Nationstates(well at least in the Stranger's Bar) turned his gimlet gaze to the ambassador, and with his eyes glowing a malevolent red said,
"No shop talk in the Bar, Mortal! Ambassadors come here to forget the Festering Snakepit! Keep it up,and I'll put an EVIL curse on you!"

[Wrapper]

Excuse me, sir, a Methanol Cocktail please and... oh, dear, is that Ambassador Hedishi being vomited upon? And what is she doing in a men's tuxedo? Oh, wait, no, that's not the Hakioan Ambassador, she's over there by the door. (waves amicably) We do hope she brought enough coke for everyone today....