Rae spotted Rossi walking in and smiled at their face when they took in the décor. She raised an arm to wave him over, "Hey, can I get you something to drink?" She asked him. She turned and looked at Speils and smiled, "You ok to wait a few minutes, darlin'?" she asked him as she reached below the bar to grab a spoon and slide it in front of Nixe so he could eat the ice cream she made him. She grabbed a drinks menu and set it down in front of an empty bar stool and motioned Rossi over again, "Come on sugar, I don't bite." she told him with a wink. 

Rae smiled at the man, "Of course, of course." She said before turning around nearly tripping as her wings got tangled in one of the random ropes hanging down from the mast above.She untangled it and then while batting at her wing which had gone a bit wonky from all the movement. "Damn things," she muttered before putting her voice up and octave and squeaking in a very Zizi like way, "Oh Rae, we just have to have wings. The outfit wouldn't be complete without them! Tending bar would be so easy in them, Rae you have to agree!" she said while she jerked the offending fabric back in place. 

She grabbed a bottle and poured a healthy amount into the glass and set it down in front of the man, "Here you go, " she told him, "first one is always on the house." she said with a wink. "We figure that way, if you get drunk enough you'll tell all your friends about the place." she chuckled. "Free advertising is worth its weight in alcohol."

Nixe eyed the milkshake with skeptic green orbs, clearly hesitantly. Eventually, he gave into the temptation [he was pretty thirsty] and took a sip. His features rearranged themselves into a contemplate look as he leaned over, and took a second sip. Not bad, he thought. If anything, Ray knew her stuff. Setting aside the drink, the male watched as his friend interacted with the other patrons of the bar from afar, admiring general goofiness in which she interacted with.

"I'm pretty certain I won't forget this place, ma'am."

Rossi took a sizable sip from his glass and placed it down, finally breaking his awestruck gaze that was captivated by the bar. So many colors, so much ... blue. He snapped out of it and looked towards miss Rayln.

"I've heard you have a cohort in this business, are they by any chance as angelic as yourself?"

*an old, doddering, spring based, moustachio'd animation hobbles in*

In my day bars were bars! where are the dancing midgets? where are monkey butlers?

*falls over and wets self*

can i have a mushed banana please, and some rum?

Rae smiled at Nixe and said, "You ok over there?" before gesturing to the milkshake, "Is that acceptable?" she added to him before turning her attention to Rossi and grinning, "Why you little flirt..." she told him with a laugh, "Yes, zizi is my partner in crime..." She glanced over to where the woman was and then cupped her hands around her mouth, "Oi, Zizi, get your butt over here. A gentleman wants to meet you." she shouted. 

Just as she lowed her hands an old man walked in and then promptly fell over, "Jesus, Zebedee, I just had these floors done!" she said with disgust before grabbing a banana and hopping back over the bar. She walked over to him and threw the banana down. "Clean it up, or you can't have any rum." She told him before nudging him with the toe of her shoe, "Christ, he's not dead is is?" she asked the others at the bar. 

*Zeb cleans up his mess with Raylns ample barbie knickers*

Whatever happened to customer service?

I've still got all my own teeth you know *opens pouch full of teeth*

*opens mouth to show teeth*

these were my old friend Randle's teeth, but he sucks now so doesn't need em

Where's my rum?

*sucks on mushed banana*

Rae shakes her head and grabs the old man's arm and drags him across the floor. "Randle does indeed suck now." She told him before leaving his body in front of the bar. "Get on up here," she said pointing at the stool. "Against my better judgement I'm going to let you drink." 

She hops over the bar and grabs the bottle of rum and then looks at Zebedee. With a sigh she sets the bottle in front of the empty barstool and leans over to ask, "Will you be needing a glass this evening or have we forsaken our manners entirely?"

*Zeb gives Rae a cockeyed smile*

I shall take the glass, it's good to see you 

*Zeb raises his glass and hands over a lump of moss*

She eyes the handful of moss that she is now the proud owner of and forces a smile... "Well, this is very generous in terms of payment.." she said before depositing it back on the bar and getting a towel to wipe her hand. "But the first drink is on the house." She told him. "And your idea of a drink, is that entire bottle, so don't worry about it. You save that moss for another special day." she pushed it closer to him with a tip of a finger. "Please." 

"As long as you didn't spike it," the chicagoan called out, his tone light and teasing. "It is good, though." As if to prove this, the brunette leaned forward, and took a sip once again. The creamy flavors clashed in his mouth, and he savored the taste while he could. Seconds later, it was as if his suggestion took root, in his brain. She wouldn't. Eyeing the milkshake suspiciously, Nixe said, "Wait, you didn't spike it, did you?" 

"Ouch, I'm offended," replied the man, "I'm fun enough. I mean, I can't dance, and I stutter when I'm incredible nervous but otherwise I think I'm a relatively fun character." Reassured that the drink wasn't spiked, Nixe sucked on the straw once more. Damn, one glass, and she's already got me addicted, he thought ruefully, eyeing Ray from the corner of his eyes. Gonna take all my damn money.

"Ah shit, so you're going to spike it in the future? Damn my slip of tongue."

"I'm perfectly fine with not losing my inhibitions," he said, smiling for the benefit of his friend. "You're the wild one - can't you let me be content as the uh.. dorky.. friend?" Shit, dorky? Couldn't you have thought of a better word to describe yourself, Nixe's brain chastised ruefully. I would have, if I wasn't so pressured to answer instantly. Glad that the internal debate wasn't showing on his face, the brunette took another long gulp of his milkshake. "Naw, I'm good. Dancing isn't for me."

"You put dancing over drinking?" Nixe asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Why, then it must be something special, if it's rated lower than your alcohol adoration." He considered her point carefully. On the plus side, he wasn't dressed like a glittery faerie.. soo. "That's true," Nixe said, "But since this is the Neverland Bar, you fit in more than the rest of us suits." 

Wheezing, Nixe didn't even flinch as she smacked him with the twisted towel. Though, he would be lying if he said the spot didn't sting in the slightest. "I did not!" He retorted, "You just like to drink."

"What like, a pirate?" Nixe suggested, with a mischievous gleam in his irises. "I bet you can make a mean milkshake with a hook for a hand."