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Isn't this identical with the thread 'Post whatever you want"? Although I love the theme.

Not really, no. This is a role playing thread. You role play characters interacting in the 'fictional bar' setting. It's not just, 'Hey, how's it going?'

It's more....

A grizzled, bear of a man approaches the bar, lifting a massive bear-sized paw to flag the keep, placing an order for a strong brew. The barkeep slides the mug across the wooden surface, the man quickly downs the contents and belches contentedly, voicing a well-earned, "That hits the spot."

The barkeep approaches. "You don't look familiar, new around these parts?"

Meanwhile this stranger watches your interactions with the barkeep from the shadowy corner with a half-lidded gaze and smirks to themself twirling a glass of scotch, the amber liquid making neat swirls in contrast to the highlights of the crystal vessel and blue fingertips.

-pops into the bar in her pajamas
I just got rejected
-ask the barkeep
Give me the oldest rum you have! Pour it in a scotch glass. NO ICE
I need to feel it burning down my throat

The man notices the new arrival and belches again, louder this time and swipes the back of a massive paw across his beard, smearing the dark liquid there. He raises a quizzical, gray-hued eyebrow over a gray-blue eye and rumbles. "What about rejection?"

Savoring the malted caramel notes of the sip of liquid that’s heating it’s way down my throat, I swallow slowly, unsuccessfully hiding a half smile and remark, partly under my breath, “Perhaps rejection is the theme for the evening” after having watched the events unfold and the lack of stellar response to the man’s belchmanship and conversation entreaty.

"Hah," The bear replies stretching his arms above his head, sighing when the joints pop. "I don't know about rejection. I don't spend much time propositioning women so I wouldn't know. Ain't got time for that when business is booming."

He lifts a paw in the air and orders another tall mug, this time a sweet smelling mead. He lifts the tankard to his lips, tilts back slightly and begins to sip. "Ah, this is the good stuff. Stuff that'll put hair on your chest. Here, have some." He flags the bartender for another mug and points to the stranger.

Accepting the glass with an arch of a well curved eyebrow, “Damned good taste if I do say so myself. Nectar of the gods. Can’t go wrong with a fine mead. Though I could do without the hairy chest.” Snickering a bit and then raising the glass in an air salute. “Cheers and thanks. I didn’t mean to imply that you were propositioning the young miss, rather that contact was rebuffed.”

Taking time out to sip and savor the dulcet honey alcohol for a moment as her eyes flutter shut, a slight moan escapes before she continues speaking as if nothing had occurred. “What business is that, may I ask?”

"What business you ask?" He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "If I had to tell you what my business was, I would have to kill you and I'm not in the killing mood right now."

He ordered them another round of mead, cracking his knuckles. "What sort of business are you in?"