My Bar

[Z3R0]

Looking at Venom and watching his outburst, Zero starts to laugh all over again. "Now listen here Mr. Frodo, don't get short with me. Calm down already, here, I'll pay my tab and for about eight chairs that will inebitably get broken tonight. Think back to the old bars days Venom, relax, it is all in good sport." Still smiling, Zero takes a look at his tab and his eyes nearly bulge. "200 gold peices!! Since when did a mug of prophet ale cost 5 gold peices alone?" Mumbleing something about price gauging, Zero reaches to the pouch at his waist. Taking it off he tosses it a Venom who catches it. "There, that should cover any tab I owe, and tab I might owe tonight, and any damages I cause whether intentional or accident." As Venom counts out the gold, Zero looks to the barwench. "Well, go on girl, fetch me my drink I'm parched." Seeing his son walk in, Zero orders another mug of ale and goes to sit at the table Apoc sat down at. "Here, have a real drink, you're by far old enough." Smiling slightly, Zero sips his ale, waiting for Apoc's response.