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She shrugs and sits down at the bar "was hoping it would help move some gas that was building up"

"Lemme try then. Bartender's duty." Claude flexed one of her triceps to Silvera before hopping over the counter.

She would stand back up and smile, spreading her arms and letting the dragon girl try to help her out

"I'll punch something if needed... "

Kyle threw a punching bag at Drael...

With a quick backhand, he hit the punching bag. It burst into a puff of powder and a few rags. He perked a brow before getting a broom and dustpan to clean up his mess.

Kyle smirked, "Nice punch."

"They'll get over it. I broke the fourth wall way too many times back in my day." Matt said before nomming on a Cloudberry. "Fruit's still okay, so I can't complain..."

He came in and huffed and sat down. The chef was clearly agitated. He drummed his fingers on the table he was seated at. "As one of the most prestigious of my race, a Cel'Ethi.....I can't seem to make a good wine. It tastes like gas station cooler wine".

Claude twirled her right hand for a second before striking the kitsune's abdomen the hardest she could. "Gas station cooler wine is the best. Lots of my memories were made with it," she said in a attempt to cheer her uncle up. "If you need help, Dante knows quite a bit of wine making. His folks own a popular winery in Sufferagette City." They also disowned him when they figured out that he wasn't going to run the winery if they died.

She would burp a bit obviously not hurt , but the gas that she had stuck in her now released she felt better

"Have you tried making Sake Mathius? It'a definitely not grape wine, but it's a wine nonetheless! It is made from rice if I recall! I can even be a taste tester since spirits can't get drunk!" Azumi smiled

"You'd do that for me?"

"Hell, I'd even buy the damn thing from him, but I'll take any help I can get"

"Of course! Anything for a friend!" She squealed in delight "I owe you quite a bit for being so kind to me and my son, I'll have you know! Besides, how hard can wine-making really be?"

Heathe walked in humming softly, she went to her usual spot and pulled out a book as she began to read

The smell of fried chicken emanated from the kitchen..

Would be sitting at the bar

Hal raised his drink, "A round of drinks for everybody, on me!" Then he took a swallow of his beer.

A young possum boy walked in quietly, his fur was a light grey, his eyes were a dark pink, he had dark tufts of brown fur on his head, and he wore white blouse with frills around the sleeves and collar. He also wore a pair of black shorts, his pink possum tail poking out of it, and black socks with black sock garters, and brown boots with white stars pinned onto the side of them.

His tail waggled subtly as he looked around at all the people, and he approached the counter. "Um, do you have anything made of bananas? Maybe something I can drink?" He asked whoever was at the counter.