"Urgh. Tough night tonight. Jeez, never thought someone would pull on my uniform."

@R34LandShark "That right? And who am I providing this drink to?"

@R34LandShark "Jet, huh? All right, but I warn you, it's going to be strong."

@R34LandShark The crocodile gave a toothy smile of his own, pulling bottles of absinthe and vermouth from the shelves. He pour the two --

@R34LandShark -- into a glass, filling it halfway. Then came flavors, the bartender using fruits to hide the . . . sharp taste of the --

@R34LandShark -- alcohol. He then slid the glass over to Jet. "House special. Hits like a truck, but goes down smooth."

@R34LandShark ". . . . Well . . . I might as well make this my one drink for the night." Another drink is made, the large crocodile --

@R34LandShark -- raising his glass. "To not drinking alone."

@R34LandShark The bartender downed his, shivering as the hard liquor slid down his throat. He shook his head, chuckling softly. "--

@R34LandShark -- Forgot how hard that stuff hits."

"Jeez! Lot of new people around and I've been on vacation."

@EarthToEco He pauses, eyeing up the spectre for a moment. Then he nods. "Agreed. Cute as fuck."

"Anyway. Let's see some of these new faces. Also, I heard a rumor or something about the place being haunted?"

@SassMunster "Milf Milk? Nice name for a club."

"Jeez. Club is quiet today. Maybe we should hire some new people . . ."

A loud yawn, the crocodile rubbing his eyes.

". . . . That a cat?"

@NotaSledgeBro [Hrm?]

"Man. Quiet again today."

"Hrm . . . Another slow day today . . . ."