Rae chuckled, "Well lets see, I was offered a lump of moss as payment." she said pointing at Zebedee who was now sleeping. "Rossi is passed out on the floor after..." she thought for a second, "Three drinks, maybe?" she asked and then shrugged, "Who knows, but he's completely crumbled his lovely pirates hat and that is very upsetting." she shook her head, "And then we have Trevor here, an old friend." she pointed to the small ginger man occupying a stool, and staring into a bottle of vodka as if it helds the answers to lifes questions. "Has appeared out of no where to..." she searched her brain for a word, "entertain me with his presence." she nodded her head, "And there was also an incident involving some noisy midgets, but thats solved now." 

"What the hell, that all happened while I was taking a piss?" Nixe asked, almost at a loss for words. It was a scenario that certainly sounded like something out of a fairy tail. An engaging text, to regal those within one's vincinity. He couldn't have been gone for more than five minutes, and yet.. Okay, maybe it was ten minutes. Or twenty. Okay, the brunette couldn't have been gone for more than twenty minutes. Regardless, Nixe certainly wanted to hear more of the tale.

Settling back, he took a sip of his milkshake, which was almost completely melted by this point. "So uh, you were saying something about midgets?" He pressed, eager to hear more of the story.

Rae sighed and rolled her eyes, "Well perhaps you haven't noticed it. But next door to us is an establishment called "Midget Wranglers R' us." she told him. "Whole damn thing, just full of tiny people." She shook her head, "And well, sometimes they get a bit to loud. Crying, screaming, carrying on and such." she told him, "So I have to take my broom and go bang on the door, telling them to shut up." She shook her head, "The worst is when the normal sized people over there start in with their shouting." she told him. "They're much louder as their lungs are bigger." she nodded her head sagely. 

He'd never been good at hearing replays of his own antics especially when they were from such a long time ago, not that he didn't enjoy them then just that he was no longer capable of such feats. "Thank you for the compliments Rayln, sincerely. But I'm over that kind of rough housing. I'm a more sophisticated kind of gentleman these days and my anarchy extends mainly to drinking moderately and the occasional murder. I try not t mix the two but I'm no saint."

His mouth sometimes ran ahead of his brain, well, quite often really. And sometimes he didn't get to think at all before words fell out.

"I mean, you would be 100% safe with me Rayln. I would take the greatest of care of you. Remember, voluntary boners only."

He wasn't sure that his second statement had made things any better but it as the truth, pure and simple.

Rae raised her eyebrows in surprise, "But that was your signature move!" she protested, "I find it hard to believe that you are not running rampant shoving turnips in any hole, even the ones where they don't fit." she told him. She looked back at Nixe and grinned, "If you think I'm hilarious, this guy," she said with a jerk of her thumb in Trevor's direction, "causes chaos wherever he goes." she told him. 

Nixe was the man's name, Trevor had never heard of him but the guy seemed to carry himself well, with confidence. It was a rare talent for one who seemed so young. He extended his hand. "More compliments from Rayln, but don't listen to her, I'm just an ordinary Joe doing ordinary Joe things." Turning back to Rayln he was now more intense. "I mean I could start throwing shit around, literally but like you said you don't have the energy to deal with that right now, so lets just be civilised, OK?" The thirteen second fart that followed was unexpected.

Rae started gagging and then had to run out from behind the bar to be sick in one of the potted plans that was along the dance floor. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and groaned. She headed back to the bar and glared, "Jesus christ Trevor, are you eating food or just shoving animals up your asshole until they die and decompose?" she asked him. She got behind the bar and filled a glass with water. Taking a mouthful she gargled with it and then spit it out in the sink. "seriously, you need to get that checked out. That is not healthy." She told him as she pointed her finger at him. 

"THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH MY ANAL GASES!" Stated louder than he had anticipated it caused a few turned heads, though wasn't loud enough to stir the dead looking guy from the bar who had been passed out the entire day. He lowered his volume. "I mean, I eat ordinary food stuffs like you do, nothing out of the ordinary. You know, pigeons, badgers, chewed-chewing gum, wax apples, gravy granules, beard shavings, candles, moth wings, certain types of glass, peanut shells.." He shrugged. "I could go on and on but this is all normal stuff."

She shook her head side to side, "No, no, no." she said. "None of that is normal." she told him. "None of that. But specifically the glass." She looked at him and frowned, "I would not be surprised in the slightest if you literally shat bricks." she informed him as she reached for her glass to wash her mouth out with something better than water. "How are you even still alive?" she asked him, "I'm not kidding, I'm genuinely curious."

This was the first time in his entire life he'd been told his diet was out of the ordinary and for a second he was taken-a-back. Very quickly shaken off by drinking more vodka, the bottle now a quarter gone. "I'm still alive because my intestines are made of a synthetic material, some kind of government experiment whereby I was kidnapped in the middle of the night by men in masks, thrown into a van and sedated. Next thing I know I wake in the bath tub with a small scar on the left side." He lifted his shirt slightly to let everyone see. "SEE! SEE IT!" the wound was well healed but was still a wound in public, completely out of order. "Or is this another scar from something else? I forget. And maybe I'm lying. Maybe I just have good genes."

She raised a hand and pointed at a sign behind the bar that read, "No Shirt, no shoes, no service." and then stared at Trevor. "Please stop scaring my customers away." she said with a sigh. She looked at the bottle of vodka he was still working on, "Although, I have to say, you have made an impressive dent in that." she told him, "If you keep this up, I'm going to have to drag you and Rossi off to sleep it of." she grinned, "And obviously you two will magically become naked and entiwined." she chucked at the thou

He very quickly pulled his shirt back down and tucked it in, raising his hands above his head. "Nothing to see here, we're all normal people here. Me, you, Nixe and Rossi. And Steve. Isn't that right Steve? ....Steve?" He looked over his shoulder and then back to Rayln. "HEy, which way did Steve go?"

She furrowed her brow and looked around, "Who the fuck is Steve?" she asked him. 

"Ah c'mon, you know Steve. He's the guy we've been talking with.. right?" He held his arm out, "About yay high, green hair, three eyes, gold jacket, speaks with a lisp." Furrowing his brow he thought back to the many adventures he and Steve had had. But it didn't seem like anyone else had seen him. Sad.

She stared at him, confused and slightly worried. "Have you not been taking your medicine again?" she asked him, concerned. "Perhaps its time for you to stop drinking." she said as she reached out to grab the bottle of vodka. "Because you most certainly came in alone...." she paused and then chuckled, "And will be leaving alone." she told him. 

Rae noticed that Nixe's milkshake was nearly gone, "Hun, can I get you something else?" She asked him. "Obviously I know that you're not drinking, otherwise I'd offer you some vodka." She chuckled, "But, perhaps a tea?" She asked him. "Don't want you to get parched."

Talk of tea made him thirsty so he poured another drink. He was quite possibly a border line alcoholic.

Leaving alone. The words hit him like a sledge hammer, taking all the wind from him. He had to gather what little composure he had to not fall off the stool. 

"You want something a bit stronger, Nixe?" He offered out the bottle of Vodka and shed a solitary tear.

Rae bustled around getting things ready for the pot of tea to make Nixe and smiled, "Of course I have green tea." she told him as she set a tea cup out for him, "What kind of monster do you take me for?" she asked incredulously. She poured him a cup and then set the pot near him so he could top up if need be. She eyed the bottle of vodka that Trevor had offered, "He doesn't drink." she told the ginger. "He's a bit young." she laughed, "About twelve, I believe." she said before turning and winking at Nixe.