Para-Para-Paradise~ [Private]

[Ezrihel]

"When she was just a girl, she expected the world," a dark haired man sang softly while he watched a blue haired woman move around the bar with a broom. "But it flew away from her reach."

He kicked his feet up on the round wooden table in front of him and folded his hands behind his head. He leaned back on the chair
and got comfortable. His black combat boots were caked with sand and only served to make the table dirty. The tan skinned woman snapped her head around to look at him, her eyes narrowed down into slits. Her gaze softened and she walked over to him with a smile.

"You know, you shouldn't dirty the tables while I'm cleaning Xander." She punctuated this with cocking her hip to the side and resting her hand on her curve. She leaned on the broom with her other arm.

He smiled at her but didn't move his feet. "So she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of Para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise-"

She grabbed the back of his chair and pushed him off balance. His arms shot out from behind his head as he attempted to grasp at the wall. His legs went up as he tumbled backwards and he landed with his backside in the air.

"--Every time she closed her eyes." He finished as he straightened himself out and fixed the chair. "We have someone coming by at half past noon, Pahlay."

"Yea, I know. That's why I'm trying to clean, no thanks to you, ya fuckin' dweeb." She chided.

He gave a scoff at her jokingly patronizing tone. Something about her just made him enjoy bothering her to no end. Maybe it was just his way of flirting, hell, that was more than likely the reason. He loved to watch how she moved, how the light played off her bright feathers and how the sash in front of her legs swished. Palekeiko, he mused to himself, what a perfect name for a bird of paradise.

She turned and continued to sweet. "Oh, my sister will be stopping by as well. She's planning to stay with us for a while, I told her it was okay- certainly you have no issue with that, right?" She couldn't help but smirk as she pictured his face going totally white.

"So when's that new person swinging on over? Wouldn't be right now, would it Xander?" She asked as she noticed a figure approaching over the dunes of the beach.

[Kelly MacAryn]

As the figure approached, details emerged, no longer shrouded by the glare of the mid-day sun reflecting off the smooth white sand.

It was short - a little under a meter in height - sleek and squat, with no noticeable hips, or shoulders for that matter - just a short black tube with a stark white belly. Its stubby legs and orange feet were tiny in proportion to its body, and they moved quickly, seemingly out of time with its progress as it advanced across the dunes. A sued, red leather vest hung loosely from its body, matching its eyes, and a crown of yellow feather fronds ringed its brow. 

The man and the woman both stared as the penguin waddled into their bar. Even for the Omniverse, this was a little weird. Several awkward moments passed in silence. 

The penguin raised a flipper and worried at its side for a moment, sticking its bright red beak through the armhole of its little vest. Apparently satisfied, it straightened up and cleared its throat.

"So," It said, the words emerging in a three-pack-a-day croak. "Not that I'm presumin' or anything, but are you gonna offer me a drink or what?"

[Ezrihel]

Pale's eyes widened as she rushed to put the broom down, "Ooh, yeah sorry sorry- as strange as we are, we've never seen a full blown... Is animal an offensive term to use here?" Her bright and warm toned tail feathers fidgeted as she talked. She pushed the hinged bar top up and quickly stepped behind the large palm wood fixture. "So," her tail feathers moved again, "anything in particular you're thirsty for? Also, do you smoke?"

She glanced over at Xander- who was busy bothering himself with the chair and fixing his clothes. "So my partner here told me to expect company- tell me, what exactly is it that brings you here mister...?" She waited as he told his name, "normally I'd assume it was because of our famous setting or drinks, but most people here for that tend to wait until we open for the night, so that tells me that you're more than likely here for other reasons... Which I'm sure we can help with easily." Her tone seemed to curl up at the end, almost as if the sound of her voice alone conveyed her smile.

As she talked, she poured him a complimentary glass of water. The small ice cubes clinked against the sides of the glass cup as she handed it to the small figure. Beads of condensation were already beginning to form on the outside- which only served to make the water look even more appealing. She almost licked her lips before she decided that it would be wise to pour a glass for both herself and her partner as well.

The tall woman leaned on the bar top and listened intently to the new comer's answers. Every once in a while she would move her cup to her mouth and take a drink from her water.

[Kelly MacAryn]

Nestwright Skwee - for so the Penguin had named himself - weathered the semi-flustered avalanche of questions with patient stoicism born of long practice. He waddled over to the bar and hopped casually onto a stool, shockingly agile for a creature with such stubby legs, grasping the proffered glass of water with a set of short, muscular black tentacles that emerged from the underside of its flipper like boneless retractable fingers.

He waited for a moment, making sure that Pale had finished talking before he began. 

"First off," Skwee said, studying the ice in his glass with an expert eye, "If you wanna get technical, we're all animals. As long as you don't call me a penguin, we'll get along fine; I'm a Primeavian: Spheniscidae-Sapiens. Your partner's not a shaved baboon - I'm not a penguin. As for my choice of libations, I'm partial to single-malt whiskey - neat. I quit smoking eight years ago - and I'm here because I was told by feckless bastards who shall remain nameless that if I wanted to quietly offload a whole buncha questionable salvage in a hurry - and not get royally screwed on the broker's fee - then I might want to come to this bar for a drink and a chat."

He dipped his beak in his water.  "Around now-ish."