My Bar

[Z3R0]

*Pamela listens quietly to everyones thoughts and notes expressions. Steeling herself for this she walks slowly to Zerokool and lightly lays a slim hand upon his chest and looks into his eyes.*
These are our sons,the Bar is rightfully yours.I will always be here to help,but it belongs now to you and Venom.
*Pamela smiles and looks away,tossing her long braid over her shoulder.*
<Thinks to herself....I can not fight him,let Neebs fight>

OOC: I have been co-owner since this post. And this is the Bar, Venom, not the Tourny. There have never been limitations put on the bar, you know this and it has certainly never stopped you from making stuff up on your own. Qutie taking everything so serious, it is a game, nothing more. And what do you mean you don't have blood? Blood is the most neccesary thing in the anatomy, no matter what the race. You can't live without it, nor can elves, dwarves, humans, dragons, ect. Well, undead could, but you aren't Undead are you?

IC: Before Venom steps into the portal, Zero calls out after him, "You are in no position to tell nor give me duties, I will decide those for myself. Now go off and pout like is your costum." Sitting back down, he slips his hand into Pamela's and beckons her in for a kiss. The rift closes, Venom is no longer here, and after a short pause, the patrons resume their normal activities.