The Omniverse Bar (Non-Canon)

[Jak Mar]

Jak said "Wait, really... nobody could tell you why?

[Moon]

"Didn't stay in one place long enough."

[Jak Mar]

Oh, perhaps you'll find a purpose around here.

[Moon]

"Possibly." he said with a shrug.

[Gamzee Makara]

A tall, sinewy grey kid walks into this bar. He happens to have horns. It also happens to be this kid's birthday. However, the likely hood of him being of legal age to participate in debauchery and revelry is probably very low. Let's call this grey, horned, illegal drinker Gamzee Makara.

He walks in with a yawn, a humongous gasp for air, revealing his sharp predatory teeth that he hardly ever uses. While his gait is more or less average and without swagger or sway, upon exit of this establishment it would most likely be a bit...tilted. Gamzee Makara is no stranger to mind altering or soporific substances. He can hold his liquor. Probably.

This alien happens to wear face paint. The stark white splattered across his grey skin is an ephemeral contrast. It is of note that this clown brought his own drink of choice. He clutches a fruity fizzy drink by the neck. Upon taking a seat at the very, very, very long bar, Gamzee bottoms up. After a huge swig of wicked elixir and with a wicked wild grin on his face, he bangs a fist twice on the bar.

"Whickey, please. Er, Whiskey. Whickey. Same thing motherfucker."

[Marisa Kirisame]

As Chara walked into the bar she looked around to see where she could sit down, she finally found a suitable spot at a stool and asked for some ketchup from one of the Imps.