Bull walks in out of the rain and asks "May i sit in here til the rain passes?"

Kalliope walks into "The Bandito Bar". As she steps into the smoke filled bar, she wonders to herself if she should even be here, but she is so parched from her flight, she takes the chance. Walking up to the bar she sits down and tries to get the attention of the Barman. Feeling a little uneasy she looks around. The Bartender asks her what she'd like to order........ hesitantly she replies "May I have a brandy and dry please?"

WhereWasI strolls in looking for a drink,

I've been trying to check up on everywhere this guy Jessie_Pinkman has been. He's an elusive bastard and I have no negative intent, he's hidden something and I just thought I'd check in here.

*the man walks in and has a seat... he looks around and asks for a scotch*

Paulie walks in and has a seat.

Yo, waiter! I'd like a beer please.

*Franco walks into the bar.

*Franco walks over to the bar and askes the bartender for a shot of scotch and he walks around  to see his frineds.

KissTheSky walks into the bar and looks for the dimmest corner which to sit at. She needed a drink... Well she needed more than a drink, she needed a couple of drinks. When the waiter approached her table, she had already pulled out a cigarette. A habit she had long given up on, but for some reason couldn't resist the pull today. She ordered a rum and coke, with a shot of tequila on the side.

As the waiter walked away, she lit her cigarette and looked around the bar, taking it all in. She was a people watcher. She enjoyed watching them and trying to figure out what their story was, or just making one up of her own. She had learned a lot from watching other people, studying behaviors and movements. It's too bad she hadn't learned well enough to keep from repeating mistakes. She sighed as she took a long drag from the cigarette then exhaled it into the air.

When the waiter brought her drinks, he set them on the table and started to walk away. She reached her hand out and pressed it against his arm. She grabbed the shot glass and threw it back quickly, swallowing with a shiver. Then she grabbed the drink and it was gone in a few gulps.

Make it another round... And keep em coming would ya?

Its been a long day and Mikey would like nothing more than to sit at the end of the bar, enjoy a stiff drink and watch the people.  Being back in Detroit, he knows that the place to do that would be the Bandito Bar.

Mikey walks in and finds a seat at the bar, jusy as he wished.

A rum and coke please.  The bartender brings his drink and lights his smoke.  Mikey begins to scan the room, but for some reason feels like there is a pair of eyes on him.

and suddenly gooches enters the room drops dead silent. he looks to one side of the room then to the other where he is greeted by an evil scowl from senka. withouany hesitation he leaves.

and suddenly gooches enters the room drops dead silent. he looks to one side of the room then to the other where he is greeted by an evil scowl from senka. withouany hesitation he leaves.

Il_Drago walks in and takes a seat at the bar...

Hiya barkeep may i get some vodka.?

Blaze wanders in and takes a seat at the bar...

Hiya barkeep can i get some scotch?.

Gimme a fuckin shot mate.... of vodka, of vodka... 

WhereAmL was a little more drunk than usual this night. Instead of the regular double vision he was actually seeing people in fours. Walking into the bar, he tried to talk to the bartender about what he wanted to drink; the only problem was he was talking to the wall. When he realized that the double of the bartender wasn't talking back to him, he punched a hole in it thinking it was him standing there. The bartender looked at him a bit confused and offered WhereAmL a seat before something else went miserably wrong. WhereAmL looked down at the seat and tried to hop on it feet away from the actual chair. He hit the ground of the bar with a loud THUD and laid there for several moments. When he looked up he seen hundreds of people standing over him, only problem is, it was only the four people in the bar. He remembered these men (one dressed as a woman) dressed as famous mobsters and a few things about them.

The sun had fallen low in the sky when Armageddon, grizzled and smelly, stumbled into the smoky parlour of the Bandito Bar. His face was tanned, his clothes were worn and soiled, and he smelled like the back end of a pack-mule. Leaning against the blackened oak counter to steady himself, Armageddon wiped a spill of fresh blood from his eyebrow, slammed a fist-sized bag of gold dust onto the counter and demanded a bottle of Hennesey.