The Crimson Lips Bar (Open for all)

Vergil skulked around the streets of Noxus as was the usual for the upper class man, however today was a little strange as it seemed a new bar had recently opened up. The mercenary opened the door to the establishment a tad bit curious as to what is was like on the inside. Taking his first few steps in he took a look around examining one of the tables then looking up at the bartender. "um hello... I was just walking by you seemed to have recently opened." he said as his form of really lack luster greeting.

Vergil took a seat at the closest table to the door. "Well I don't suppose you have any drinks in the form of Vodka would you?" The young man sat in a very strand posture reminiscent of those who often did dirty work for cash though his clothing would otherwise say he was of upper class Noxian. He took a glance around the room seemingly oblivious of the woman's inhuman qualities.

"I will have the Frljordian it's always good cold, and can you mix it with lime juice?" Vergil said as he started to eye the bartender. To Vergil she appeared different then the average human which could possibly peek the mercenaries interest. "say what's your name?" He asked in a small attempt to create a conversation?

Marcy nodded and poured up the Freljordian Vodka into the shaker and filled it up with the Lime juice and some ice before closing it and mixing it. "Marcy." She said, "The name's Marcy, and you?" she asked as she finished the drink, pouring it up in a glass and handing it to him. "Here you go, sir."

As the door opened again, a large looking man walked in. Turning her attention to him, she noticed that was seemingly covered entirely in robes and a hood walked up to the counter and sat down. She noticed some movement in the back as a second person had appeared who was now sitting down at one of the tables. How could she not have seen him? She shook her head as the door opened again and this time a girl walked in, sitting down with the other person at the table. One thing she noticed was that the three of them were all wearing masks, for some reason.

She returned her attention to the man who had walked up to the counter, his purple glowing eyes caught her slightly off guard. Glowing eyes isn't something you see everyday. "And what will that be, sir?" She asked and rested her arms on the counter, tilting her head to try and get a better look on him.

The Butcher of the Sands was in what he would consider a good mood. Which simply meant his rage was dormant at the moment, though ready to ignite with the right spark. Today he had ventured from his penthouse to yet again get a taste of Noxus. This time however, there was no reservation at an upscale establishment. Instead, he was exploring Noxus on foot, wandering where his whim took him. He had received no trouble since most individuals who noticed him gave him a wide berth. After a few uneventful hours, his eye fell on the recently opened bar. Without a better course of action, he moved towards it, opened the door, and stepped inside.

He paused at the entrance, his massive bulk barely fitting through the door and blocking the light. His reptilian eyes quickly scanned the entirety of the bar, and noted its occupants, the ones at the bar and the ones at the table. Having assessed them and determined they posed no immediate threat, he continued towards the woman behind the bar, his gait measured and purposeful. As he walked he continued scrutinizing the insides of the establishment, noting the polished counter, the newness of the tables and chairs, and the bevy of drinks behind the counter.

Being too large to perch successfully on the bar stools, Renekton simply leaned on the counter, arms crossed, and nodded a greeting to Marcy. With a quick scan of the other two individual's faces, who were to his right, he turned his attention to Marcy and asked in his usually gravely, low voice, "What do you have on tap here? And what would you suggest for someone unfamiliar with such beverages?"

Marcy looked back at Vergil, "Ah, Hello Vergil." She smiled and removed some hair that had gotten in her face with her hand. Nodding she looked at the three more that had entered, "Yeah, but I don't mind it. I rather like it." She said with her sweet voice and turned to James just as the door opened.

She saw the door opening and a rather large figure blocking the door. At first she couldn't recognize who it was but as the large creature walked in she knew who it was, she had heard rumors about Renekton joining Noxus under something that seemed like a temporary alliance to Marcy. She blinked a few times, a champion... in her bar.

She blinked a few times and snapped out of her brief trance and listened to James' order, "Right away." she said with her cheery tone. As she poured up another glass of Vodka, this time completely blank she couldn't resist keeping an eye on the giant Crocodile walking into the bar.

Marcy wondered what he was going to do, there was no way the bar stool's would keep up his weight. But to her relief he only leaned against the counter. She smiled to hide her nervousness, his voice startled her a little. It had a rough sound, as if someone had been experiencing a sore throat for a longer while. What did she have that she could offer him, a giant talking crocodile. "W-well, I don't know what you usually drink... But my supply is kind of limited as of now, I'm still waiting for another shipment from Ionia." She swallowed to get a brief moment to think, "Well, I have some blood I could mix out with Vodka... I have no idea how it tastes though, but I've tried Blood and Ionian Wine, they tend to mix well together."

"Want me to get you a glass? Bucket? Casket?" She asked with a slightly confused tone on her voice. She just now noticed that James had fallen down and gotten up again, "Are you okay, sir?" she asked him. She noticed that the purple light in his eyes had dimmed down, wondering if he's okay.