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Nova looked up, a brow raised. "Yeah, sure. thanks." she asked in a low voice, but nonthreatening. She green eyes sparkled as she looked at the bartender. No name tag. Her lips curled into a smile, highlighting her cut lip as she looked at him teasingly.

Mel'an took the menu from the bar tender. Her eyes flicked to his teeth as he smiled. Shiny, straight, perfect. Probably a vampire. "Thanks." She returned the smile, more out of an attempt at social normativity than actual friendliness. The smile definitely did not reach her eyes. She sat down as the bartender went to refill the "intense woman's" cup. Glancing over the menu, she sighed. Pretty standard fare. Mentally, she tallied what she had leftover from her last job. End result: not much. Sighing she placed the menu on the bar and waiting for the bar tender to return to order.

Nick walked over and filled her drink, smiling. It was probably creepy, but he smiled... a lot. He smelled her once and smelled wolf. “Ooooh, you’re one of those.” He whispered to her, then turned to walk back. Most people seem not to notice, but most of the time he was the only one working there. He looked at what was definitely supernatural, but he couldn’t tell which type. “What can I get you?” He asked. seeing as she looked rather upset, he didn’t want to take up too much of her time.

Nova pursed her lips at the man who was obviously a vampire. Few creatures would have been able to pinpoint what she was so quickly Plus his teeth distinguished him quickly. She sighed, thinking about how she would have to leave soon. It wasn't a good idea to have anyone who knew of her kind, to know her.

Absolutely

Sweet! Have we started?

Yeah, we’re at the bar. You could be there, or you could be somewhere else if you want

I walk into the bar after walking aimlessly instantly noting the elf vampire and werewolf instantly all actually weak
Compared to me as i walk and sit on a bar stool unwrapping my cloak and pulling my hood down letting them flow like a cape.

Ember comes in, a disguise on her. The princess of the elves couldn't be seen in a bar. She wore a cloak and her hair was up in a bun. She wore a casual riding outfit.
"Can I have..anything really." She says in a tired voice. Being the princess was exhausting. She must look her best always, and give the public a good show. It really was annoying. She had an endless list of responsibilities on top of it all. And her parent's cruel rule was the cherry on top.

The second the new people walked in, nick could feel a surge of power. “Drink or food?” He asked the woman. ‘She seems familiar...’ he thought to himself. He noticed another sitting there. “Can I get you something? He asked him

Definitely,

"Drink. Something strong."She says, looking up at the bartender. Her stomach rumbles. "Maybe some food too..." Her disguise was not very thorough, but she didn't really care. It was good enough. She'd be in and out of here anyways.

"ill take beer and food please and thank you very much." I say looking at the girls scoffing at the fact they thought they were powerful.

“Okay. I’m gonna need an order.” He said, walking over and placing a beer on the man’s table.” He started making her a girly drink, furrowing a brow at the man staring at the girls

Anywhere you want, but the bar might be a good place so your character could meet everyone

Mel'an glanced around the bar as she waited for the bartender. Should the other elf that entered the bar look her way, she nod in greeting. She was new in town, so it was good to see another elf. When the bartender go to the bar, she slid the menu back to the him. "Can I just get a water and some onion rings?"

I pop off the lid from the bear using my claws as i look around tapping against the tabble with my claw looking rather bored and i was the best looking guy anyone met but id deny it HARD as i used to have no self esteem but not giving a **** made me simply not care after a while.

“Sure.” He said, and walked into the back. He put the onions in the frying oil, and then traced a rune above it with his finger, and it finished very quickly. He picked up the onion rings and water and walked it to her table

Eve walked into the bar, her hair swaying behind her. She sighed and sat in a booth and stared out the glass pane window. Her eyes were tired and dark circles laid under her eyes. She yawned and her haw popped loudly and she winced. Her stomach grumbled with hunger, but sadly, she had no money. She just came on in here to rest her tired legs from running from werewolf hunters all day.

(Just so you know, I wasn’t being sexist or anything when nick made her a girly drink, it’s just that “girly” drinks usually have like four types of alcohol in them and are very strong)