filthy staggers out on to the second floor balcony and sees many supine bodies below. A few of them still move, so he checks the load in his sawed-off 12 bore, moves carefully down the stairs to the bar, grabs the last jug of Black Jack, and skulks back up to the ho’s room.
Geez, I’m really sorry–I didn’t mean to get his fear into your drink. That must make it taste all weird. Though I’m sure there’s at least one unsmashed bottle in here, if you want a non fear-tainted one… 
::discharges all of the static electricy accumulated through multiple ZAPings into Sakura::
Ha! That beating I’ve taken got put to good use…
…ooh, I feel woozy…I think I’ll just pass out here on the bar…CLUNK!
OH MY! Myrr!! Are you okay? ::fans Myrr with bar napkin:: See what all this fighting has done?! Jack, help me pick this guy up, okie dokie? Let’s put him in that Canada Dry keg I dumped Kvallulf in…
Jack…Daniels?
::wakes up to see Audrey::
Why hello there; nice to see a lovely face so early in the morning. And where am I being dragged toSPLASH
…oh
::emerges dripping and bubbly::
::giggles::
Laugh at me, will you? Dump me in the keg will you?
Well, I’ve got news for you:
I’ll–oh, I dunno…think it’s kinda cute 
Awww… If I was mean, I’d exploit this poor guy further, but I won’t. What say we just watch the others fight for now?
Whadda ya mean “exploit”??
Seems to be a general lack of bar fighting going on, though.
::sits down; throws bottle into the crowd to stir things up up again::
Alright, now we got us a show!
You really want me to elaborate?? :eek:
Hey, don’t make that face at me…or I’ll just do it right back :eek:
See?
Now then, we should have a good show:
::incites drunken mob::
c’mon, we’re trying to watch a bar brawl here…let’s get some fightin’ happenin.
Perhaps we should resurrect Sakura? She seemed like a fighter type.
Hmm, now there’s a thought…
::performs ritual ressurection::
So, you up for a some cards while we wait for these drunken bums to get it on? We could play pool, but there seems to be an on-fire unconscious brawler on the table…
Yes, pool! I don’t know many card games…
Right then, I’ll just roll this flaming drunk off 've the table–I hope he hasn’t burned it too badly…WHUMP
Now then, for some pool (are there any cues left unbroken?):
::racks em up::
I’ve got my own cue. What shall we play? I prefer nine-ball myself… But seeing as you’re the one with the balls it’s your call.
I’m sure I can find a cue around here–ahh yes, this wooden leg will do nicely…no, you won’t be needing this anymore, sir CLUMP
Now, then, I think the game should be your choice; I may have the balls, but you’re the one who’’’ be breaking them
(top * that * )
:looks in, ducks, orders a beer:
“hey, this place needs a bouncer like in Roudhouse!”
:ducks again:
Myrr, your balls are painted such pretty colours!
Nah, Patrick Swayze broke his legs a couple years back, didn’t he? He couldn’t defend against a three-year-old!
I came in late, but that don’t mean nothin’.
smashes into the place with her underage self, wedging herself between Audrey and Myrr
Makin’ this bar a lovey-dovey place, are ya? I don’t think so!
steps out from between them and knocks their heads together
OWWWWWWWW!!! Dammit, kid, shouldn’t you be in bed by now??!
douses Nocturne with stale beer