Bartender

[Muffin]

AKA: 'Halibel Solves your Problems with the help of Alcoholic Beverages

Intro: Does anyone here watch Who's Line is it Anyway? This is based off it. Basically, since Halibel's a bartender in the recent ending, you guys can come visit her bar, have a few drinks, and talk about your problems. And Halibel will solve them.

And for this thread...let's pretend we're all human. So let's have normal human problems =)

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Halibel wiped down another glass with a white cloth. It was a relatively good night, customers came and left, leaving a nice big wad of cash in her register. As usual, Mila-Rose and Apache were having a rather loud argument off to the side of the bar, with Sun-Sun quietly drinking a glass of red wine.

The blonde bartender walked up to the three. Picking up Mila-Rose and Apache's empty glasses, she turned to Sun-sun, who was just about finished her drink as well. "What are they arguing about this time?" she asked as Sun-sun handed her glass as well.

"I don't know, I've stopped paying attention hours ago."

Halibel shook her head as she walked behind the counter, refilling two more glasses of beer, and another of wine. She slid the glasses down the counter, stopping perfectly in front of the customers. Looking up, she saw another person grab a seat by the bar.

"What can I get for you?" she asked, wiping down another empty glass.

[Mina]

Lilly walked in the bar with a tired expression upon her face. Even as she walked she was slouching, and mumbling to herself. She looked a hot mes as well, with her hair sticking up in multiple places, and she only had one earring in. Looking down she didn't even have matching shoes.

She wears waring a pair of gray jogging pants, with an XL shirt, that wasn't even close to fitting her. All in all, she looked like she had slept out on the streets. She sat down at the bar and the bartender asked her what she could do for her.

She looked up and pondered, "Gimme that hardest stuff you got, straight from the bottle," she announced in a grim voice.

When she received her glass she quickly gulped it down and asked for another. "You know what, men are snakes. They disgust me. I mean they have enough time to help make the babies, but when it's time to raise them they run away. Tch," she said then drank down two more shots.

She shook her head, and asked for the bottle. She paid for the bottle and began to drink straight out of the bottle. "I mean i'm not Wonder Mom I can't take care of Triplets on my own!" She said, angered.

She sighed and slammed her head on the counter, wondering what she should do.

[Muffin]

Halibel looked up to see the disheveled woman ask for her 'hardest stuff'. Well, technically speaking, the hardest thing she had on hand was a bottle of Everclear 190 and a bottle of Bacardi 151. But one look at the woman, and she knew that she'd drink probably drink the entire bottle as well.

So no Everclear or Bacardi.

The blonde filled a shot with pure, Russian vodka. Pretty hard as well, but safer to drink in large quantities. She set the glass in front of the woman, bottle just behind the counter, as she immediately drank it, asked for another shot, which was followed by a story. Halibel was a bartender, and for some reason, everyone loved telling her everything. In fact, she had heard just about anything in her bar. This was no different.

She silently filled two more shots, each finished within seconds of their refill as she quietly listened. Eventually, after the fourth shot, the woman asked for the entire bottle. Looking at it, there was barely a quarter left. Hesitantly, she handed her the bottle.

"Men are afraid of commitment," Halibel replied as the woman slammed her head on the table, "They hate being chained down, and the biggest and heaviest chain is a child. And you have three. At the same time."

She took the empty shot glasses and brought them behind the counter, with the other dirty glasses. "Have you tried talking to him? Looking for him? Threaten to castrate him if he doesn't shape up? If anything, he should pay child support, or at least alimony. Any family?"

[Franny]

Greenish hair swaying around as she crossed the street before the lights went green. Black leather shorts tight on her butt and a black leather jacket with a matching black shirt underneath. Her pink belt was rather bright against her shorts and the matching pink end of her stocking like things covered her well with the black boots she had on. She could've passed off as a prostitute of some sort, especially with the whole lot of clevage showing, but she was on a one mind set out goal.

Finaly reaching her destination, she took the door handle and pulled. It smelled like the sorroundings of everyone's favorite everyday bar. People far off on the side looked as if they were arguing about something, and then she saw some other chick talking to the bartender and chuging down a bottle.

Nel's face when she entered didn't seem very impressed, or very emotional at that. But her mind was wondering around about her job and the drama going within it. Eyes droopy with no interest in anyone else, she walked towards the bench and took her seat.

Finally, after she listened up to the other girl's complaints, she decided that maybe the bartender wasn't busy and could finally serve her a drink. "Bartender, can I have a Kamikaze please. That would be wonderful" she says and awaits her vodka-lime filled drink.

As she received it she just stared up at the other bottles on the wall, then her gaze would go to the complainer and the bartender. She was giving her the answer, hopefully she would take it. She sighed to herself, "Men really are stupid" she said as her gaze went back to the bottle.

Sipping her drink away, she wasn't going to go on ahead and chug the whole building like the girl next door, but she wanted her problems solved too. So she went on ahead and started her rambling, "Yeah, men are like animals, you can't fight them, and you can't reason with them. They're never around when you need them and its useless to reason with them half the time" she sighed and put her head on her hand again.

"At least you don't have to worry about someone stealing him away, he's far too tied on your end of the chain, especially with so many kids" she said and looked up. "Hey bartender! Why don't you solve my problems?" she suggested, "you see, my man is cheatin on me with some other chick that barely has bosoms as big as mine, I mean come on! Aren't these good enough" she said starting to get all dramatic and complaining.

"He said he loved me, and that he wouldn't leave me alone. Now he's gone to go smuttin with some other chick. I mean, like, seriously! You can't hate em but you can't love em. Aren't these big enough?! Huh? huh?" Nel complains more pushing up her boobies.

[Muffin]

"Kamikaze, coming up," Halibel said as the green-haired girl took a seat beside the other one. She went off to mix the cocktail, opening a new bottle of vodka to mix with the Triple Sec and lime juice. Pouring the liquids into a shaker, she mixed it for a bit before pouring it into a cocktail glass, and topped it off with a slice of lime on the corner. "Kamikaze, straight up," she said as she placed it in front of the new customer.

The blonde remained silent during her rant about men. Still, she had to agree. Halibel had always been a single lady, and proud of it. She didn't need a man to lean on. She was independent, and loving each minute of it. But, she supposed, not all women were like her, which was the main reason for, well, this.

Looking up when the green-haired girl called her, Halibel nodded, "That's what I'm here for." she said as she listened to her story as she wiped down another wet glass. She almost laughed when she pushed her breasts up, wondering why he would leave her.

"Don't worry, they're plenty big," she replied, setting the glass down and picking up another one, "Did you two have a fight? Maybe he was just looking for some...fresh air in your relationship. I said before, men are afraid of commitment. Besides, do you have proof of his infidelity? Maybe he's just with a friend. Jumping into conclusions can cause your deteriorate further."

She looked at the first customer, noticing that she had already downed most of the alcohol in the bottle, "Are you all right there?"

[Mina]

Lilly listened intently to the Bartender while she continued to lift the the Vodka bottle to her lips and let the sensation of the liquor absorb her. While she talked, she thought about it. She had tried to find him, but nobody knew where he had went. Threats? Hell yeah, she held the knife up to his testicles before. Alimony, Child Support? She hadn't exactly that. She was to busy trying to fond him, and before he left she was screaming at him for making her have Triplets.

She was about to thank the Bartender when another woman walked in. She stared, and looked at the men around her. She was confused, because the woman looked like a damn prostitute. When she started talking about how men were animals, she instantly regretted that thought. She was someone who was hurt as well. When she talked about how her main was heavily chained on her she snorted.

"He's not chained to me in anyway. He could have his name changed, and start over in a new place. With me just a distant nightmare..." she spoke softly, and returned to her bottle.

When the woman started to tell her own tale, she listened half-hearted. She was paying more attention to the bottle. She lifted the bottle to her lips, and almost spit out the liquid when the woman started to push her bosom up. She swallowed, then looked up at the woman. "Ohmigosh, are those real? And duh those are like mountains on your chest! I want boobs like that!" she exclaimed as she examined the woman's boobs.

Two minutes later, she lifted the bottle up to her lips and gasped. Empty! She laid more money on the table, and pouted toward the bartender. There was no amount limit as long as you had money, right?

[Sam]

What was am I doing here? The tall silver haired man thought outside the bar. He had a bandage under his left eye, a slight bruise on his head, and he went through the door. His hands were bandaged and slightly blood soaked. His shirt ripped in more then one spot, but not too bad to be considered tacky. He looked like a regular man from the boxing gym down the road. Earlier Kensei had gotten in a huge fight over at the boxing ring, so he decided to cool his bruises with his some hard liquor.

He entered at a strange time. Seeing that it was full of women so men might have been super happy, but not Kensei. He knew the gist of things, two women at the bar talking about their problems, must likely about men. The others were in their own world arguing over who knows what. He didn't care, right now he wanted something strong.

He sat a few stools away from the other two at the counter. He waited for the blond to come over and serve him, seeing that she is talking to the girls. He waited a whole minute before he got impatient."Bar keep, give me the strongest thing you have and a bag of ice with it." Kensei was not in the mood to wait too long, nor to apologize for interrupting. He wanted his drink and ice. He placed his fingers on the brim of his hurt nose while the other rested on the counter.

[Muffin]

Halibel looked at the empty bottle of vodka, and then at the woman, and then at the money on the table. Did she honestly want another bottle? Judging from the mount she placed on the counter wasn't even half the amount a full bottle cost. Besides, it wasn't like she was willing to give her any more alcohol.

She poured four more shots of vodka and placed them in front of her. "That's it for you." she said, taking the bottle behind the counter where it would be safe from her. Didn't anyone care about their liver nowadays?

The door opened again, and another man entered. He sat a few seats, looking as if he just got out of a serious brawl. He asked for a bag of ice and, again, the strongest thing she had. She looked back at the first one and nodded to the man, "Coming up,". Maybe she actually might give him a kick.

She bent down to the mini fridge under her counter and took out the ice tray, filling a small baggie with the ice. She placed the baggie in front of him, before turning around and reaching for a bottle. However, she stopped mid-reach. 151 or 190? Looking over her shoulder, she took one look at the guy, and decided he needed the drink. 190 then. But just one.

Pulling out the nearly full bottle of Everclear, she took a small shot glass from the wall and placed it in front of the man. She unscrewed the top and poured the alcohol in the small glass. Usually, she would've left the man to his drink, but she wanted to see his reaction. He was probably expecting a mug of scotch or beer, not a small shot glass. Poor guy wouldn't know what hit him.