"I mean, isn't soda water a thing? Don't they just pour flavor into soda water, and that's soda?" He thought out loud, to the empty tavern.

For supposedly needing more sleep than he got, the tavern's late hours were a bit surprising. (#OpenRP)

The chalkboard stand outside of the tavern read "Cool down with a cold one. Now 6 bits for a few months."

"I should probably say how long 'a few months' is." He thought out loud, thinking about the sign.

//I'm out for tonight. I'll try 'n get back on tomorrow.//

//Late night roleplaying is best. That's when I have more ideas than normal.//

The "OPEN" sign dangled from the door of the tavern. Most never saw it read "CLOSED", because it was "OPEN" so much.

Most of the dishes from last night were clean. Then again, every night brings more dishes to do. Wonderful(ly painful) times to be had.

Most of the customers were nice to him. Some of them that sat at the bar even talked with him about life, without being condescending.

The community was just the perfect amount of nice. So was the soda. Soda's good, too. Except the lemon-lime. That sucks.

//I realized that my first RP post from tonight was my 1,500th tweet.//

Star heard very distant shouting. Something about a phoenix. (Did somepony find a phoenix or something?) He thought.

That wasn't really relevant to him. Taking care of the tavern was enough stress. SG cracked open a can of soda, and consumed it slowly.

The small radio played "Soldiers of Dance" at a low volume. Low enough so SG didn't slring out of his chair and dance.

//It's midnight, sleep time. Be back in 7-8 hours, hopefully.//

Morning shone in through the windows of the tavern. There was a stack of clean dishes on the counter, and SG was having some cold water.

(Water, for when soda doesn't wake you up enough.) He thought about splashing a bit on his face, but that ultimately didn't happen.

The hours of the tavern were 9AM to 2AM, and Star used those hours to try and sleep. He flipped the open/closed sign to "OPEN". (#OpenRP)

A few stains stuck to some of the tables. Stains were an annoyance, not only to Star Gazer, but to customers. He had to clean them all.