The Bar. Where the buying of drinks, getting drunk and bad chat up lines happen.

::He arrives at the bar, trying to perform the Heimlich Manuever on himself using the bartop. Luke feels the piece of lobster slide down his throat as the martini was finally helping. He looks around for a bartender, needing a few drinks to survive a night with Ariel.::

:: A Bartender appears cleaning a glass with a cloth. He spots Luke and a smiles spreads across his face ::

"What can I get you?"

"I want the strongest thing you have and an entire bottle of it."

::He looks over to Ariel, who was sitting by herself, stuffing her face with dinner. Luke looks to the bartender, letting out a heavy sigh.::

"What do you do with women who aren't into you? Just leave them to find their own way back home or kiss their asses until they finally succumb to your charm or whatever? I obviously don't get women at all. Or at least her."

::He points over to the blonde woman at the table with every species of sea organisms known to man.::

::The Bartender nods as Luke begins his request. A small smile spreads across his lips as he continues.::

"I think I can manage that."

::His smile changes into one of sympathy.::

"I honestly haven't had all that much luck with women myself to be totally and completely honest. I've tried both and gotten varying results. It depends on the girl, really."

::He chuckles to himself.::

"I've thought this kind of thing through over and over again..."

"Maybe it's just not meant to be. God, that was sappy. Pathetic, even. Normally I'm this impulsive bastard in pretty much any situation, but I can't even do that in front of her."

::He eyes the bartender, wanting his bottle of alcohol immediately. Luke looks over to Ariel, who was still shoving her face into the dinner, possibly moving onto his plate.::

"Fine...the real Luke will come out. Getting what I want. I'll be right back with that bottle just in case she slaps me."

::Luke leaves the bar and returns to his table.::

::The Bartender turns with another sympathetic smile to select the correct bottle.::

(Should I really give him a whole bottle of this stuff? Hmm... not a good idea...)

::He sets the bottle on the counter and grabs a glass, awaiting Luke's return as the bar has no other customers waiting to be served at the moment.::

::Jonathon walks up to the bar and sits on the first stool he can find::

"Hey, can i get a bottle of the stronges alcohol you've got, please?"

(mmmm... alcohol)

::Jonathon gets up off his stool and heads to the alleyway::

"I'm never coming here again, the servce is shit"

::Sphinx enters Quake and walks towards the bar. She sits down and smiles at the bartender::

(He's cute)

"Hi, can I have a drink?"

::She flashes him her pearly whites::

::The bartender smiles back.::

"Yes you can. What would you like?"

::Sphinx leans forward, resting her head aginst her fist. She stares up at him::

"Oh, I don't know, surprise me"

::She smiles at him again. She brings her elbows in and leans further forward::

(Man, he is cute)

"Alright then."

::The bartender turns around and pulls out some bottles, mixing a Slippery Nipple. He hands it to Sphinx.::

"There you go. Enjoy."

::Sphinx takes the drink and sips it::

"mmm, tasty, what's in it?"

"Some top class punctuation, actually."

::With a 'cute' smile, the bartender nods at the glass in Sphinx's hand.::

"But seriously - I never give away my secrets. Despite that being a pretty well-known cocktail."

::Sphinx giggles at his smile::

"OO, secrets, secrets, very mysterious"

::She takes another sip::

::Sphinx nodds politely and goes to the apartments::