Dec 23 06:40:43 108 PA

From Chronicles

Eight pm and first in the door allows Fizzlesnoot his choice of seat. Walking in three girls are already dancing away, fully past the warm up. Another dozen had been waiting with Fizz so they trickle in to collect tables aroun the girls, more costomers following in their wake. It wont take long for the club to meet its usual busy start to the evening. And with that Donna comes out to the bar to start making the drink orders. "What can I get ya?" She asks Fizz as she pours some drafts.

Fizzlesnoot offers Donna a warm broad smile as he climbs up into his stool at the end of the bar, "A tall draft please." his bag set next to him, he rummages through it to pull out a few credits to pay for his drink. "Any specials tonight?" he inquires curiously.

"High balls and blue balls." Donna answers with a witty quip and smirk as she grabs another pint glass and pours the requested draft. Its then placed on the bar before she departs for the moment to pass the other drinks on to her servers.

Fizzlesnoot turns his seat to be able to take in the show and still watch the bar at the same time, happy to swill down the beer greedily. As he knows things are going to be busy for a bit, it's the show taking most of his attention at the moment, the subtle bit not on the show, just waits for Donna to have a free moment. He is quite patient, having nothing better to do, and the show ain't half bad.

It doesnt take the expert bartender too long to catch up to the initial rush common the the club's opening. After fifteen minutes of steady pouring and mixing she catches up the the crowd and switches gears to the more lax task of refills. Its this time that bring her back to check on Fizz. "How you doing there?" She asks with a gesture and glance at his pint.

Fizzlesnoot pours down the last of his mug down his gullet to slide it over for a refill, "Yes please." he says with a big broad grin. "And doing fine. Thank you for asking miss. How about yourself?"

There's good nights. There's bad nights. Then there's really damn shitty nights. Way Bella comes stompin in looks like she havin the last one. Her jaw were any tighter she'd maybe bite her own teeth off. Eyes burnin any brighter they'd be glowin. She goes fer the bar. Drink's the best thing fer most people that're pissed off.

A nod is given and the pint refilled with a slight shrug. "Oh you know, cant complain, no one listens." She offers in reply before lookign at Bella who is clearly worse for ware. "Something strong for you Bella hun?"

Fizzlesnoot, being the perceptive type that he is, can't help notice an angry woman in a place filled with so many smiles, even if the smiles are coaxed out by increasingly exposed skin. He's curious as to what the problem is, why she is angry, but hesitant to say anything. After all, he's heard too many bad stories about angry, well, we'll say women for right now. Either way, he'll just listen being he's there, make sure its safe before saying anything. So for now he just sips on his beer and tries not to dribble too much.

"Needa drink." Bella finds a spot to plant her butt. "Maybe the whole damn thing. Fer starters. Gotta problem comin my way. Big ugly asshole one." She waves a hand a bit round the place. Points a finger at Donna. "Prolly comin at 'ere too."

Donna nods and pulls up an unlabled bottle of clear thick liquid. "Shine will set you straight. Best for folks like us to talk about our problems over. Thats what friends are for." She explains as she grabs a tumbler and some ice. The glass is filled and half a lemon and lime are served with it for flavor.

Fizzlesnoot still cannot help but be interested, talk of a big ugly asshole and problems coming anyone's way, generally has some sort of exciting outcome. The dancers have become secondary now, only some flashy, extravagant move is going to take his attention away. "I got her drink." he chimes in with a friendly tone, sliding a few credits over to pay for the beverage. "I can understand having a bad day."

Bella nods. Grabs up the glass. Starts pourin it back. Maybe too quick to taste. Course it could make her feel better. She smirks. "Friends're comin up short lots. Gonna be comin up shorter on 'em too real quick." Donna raises a brwo as the shine is slammed. A human would risk alchohol poisoning doing that. Drinking to quick to taste may have its merits though. Shine isnt known for its taste. "Someone do you wrong? Need some help with the payback?"

Fizzlesnoot swigs back his beer frequently as he listens to Bella let her frustration out. That's what bartenders are for though, tell em all your troubles, an they drown em all for you.

"Yep. But figger the payback's comin this way." Bella stops ta say that. Then gulps down the rest. Puts the glass down. "Help'd be nice. Since he's gonna be tryin'a start shit with botha us."

"Man trouble then?" Donna asks, kinda inplying the identity with a slight not before she looks back at Fizzlesnoot. "And how are you doing there?"

Fizzlesnoot looks down into his mug, seeing there is still some there, he downs it and slides the mug her way, "I could do another please. But no rush, Bella seems to need another more than I do."

Bella waves at the li'l guy. "Give 'im all he wants." Then she's nodding at Donna. Scowlin too. "Yeah. My guy broke it off. Thinkin he's gonna be all pissed off. Hateful. Ain't thinkin he liked ya so much neither. Was nice just cause he was with me. But now he ain't."

"He broke it off? How?!" Donna asks, looking a bit alarmed at this development as she pours the associated refills. The answer has to wait a moment though as she leaves the pair to ponder it herself for a few minutes and fill other drink orders. When she returns she doesnt look all that impressed. "There is a high level spell that can break the bond. You telling me someones set up shop and doing just that?"

Fizzlesnoot smiles and gives a tip of his hat to Bella, "Sorry to hear about your boyfriend, your probably better off though." raising his drink thankfully to Donna before she runs off and goes to pouring some down his throat happily.

"Dunno 'xactly how." Bella shrugs some. Then shrugs s'more when Donna gets back. Maybe that. "He was chattin up cops." She's scowlin again. "Shithead was way too fackin mouthy. Too chatty. Now he's prolly gonna be tryin'a talk shit bout me ta ev'rybody." Now she's all the way back ta pissed off. Slaps a big pile o' cred bills onna bar. "Gonna go find a quiter place ta sit 'n think. Send me back the servin girl I like? Don' needa glass. Gonna take the whole fackin bottle." She hops up 'n heads for a booth to steam s'more.

Donna nods and quickly collects the stack before seeing to some more drinks. As she does she passes on something to a waittress who in her travels passes on the message to another. Whatever the message it clearly unsettles the young girl as she looks very distraught as she makes her way into the back rooms used by clients. The same place Bella went off to.

Fizzlesnoot blinks in surprise at the pile of credits slapped down on the bar in anger, but its not until she storms off to quietly brood in her drink. "Wow. She's takin this break up thing hard. Must've been with him a while eh?"

Donna shrugs at Fizz. "Dont know really. But when trust and a pact like that is broken, it doesnt go down well." She comments as she resumes her bartending routine with more focus on the drink orders.

Fizzlesnoot can't argue with that philosophy so he does the next best thing and tilts back his mug. Giving time for Donna to service some of the other customers, when his mug is empty he slides it forward and waits for her to come back in the rounds to him. "You wouldn't happen to have a quick moment?"

Donna makes her way back shortly ofter Fizz's glass is emptied. "Sure, whatcha need?" She asks the creature with a gesture at his empty glass. The obvious answer of course.

Fizzlesnoot smiles warmly and thankful for the refresher. "Hi, I'm Fizzlesnoot. A tailor by trade. I've been frequenting your wonderful establishment for the past few weeks while enjoying the foul weather of Kingsdale." a subtle sarcastic chuckle, "I wanted to ask your permission if I could talk to your girls about some new dancing outfits. And I know, I know, they don't wear em long, but thats the thing, the designs I am thinking of are made to prolong the teasing that is strip tease, but entices the customer for more, hence bringing out more credits to see that more. Of course if the girls don't like the designs, no biggie, I go back to just watching, like I always do."

Donna smirks, looking approciative of someone with business sense. "The girls like anything that makes them more money. And so do I. So yeah, we can talk to them about doing that. Will have to be late though, after the club closes."

Fizzlesnoot nods, "Of course. I wouldn't want to interfere with current business going on. Especially when the business is this good and entertaining." taking another swig of his beer and licking his lips afterwards, trying to get that little bit of dribble that went down his chin.

Donna nods an on that not resumes her business for the time beibng, though still keeping Fizz 's drink full for as long as he desires it.

Fizzlesnoot continues drinking for quite sometime, his little species able to handle the alcohol well, but in time he does get drunk. As all the customers do in the long run and then stumble into the dawn.