A Beer to wash the moot down...

[Ikon]

Not long after the moot Orion walks through the Bar doors and looks around.

"Mmmm it's empty" He says to him self and takes a seat at a large booth. Hearing the door open Maeve come around the front and Greets him.

"Ey there, Ye new? What kin I getcha"

"Oh um Yeah, I'll take a Lager." A moment later Maeve drops off the beer and goes back to stocking the bar.

"Thank you" He says and tosses back a cold drought while patiently waiting for company.

[Sarah]

Brenna walks into the room looking around, stopping when she sees Orion,"Hello Ryah."

[Ikon]

Orion looks over at Brenna as she comes and and smiles. "Hey Brenna how are you?" he says then takes a sip of his beer.

[Sarah]

She shrugs, "Rather well with everything going on. What about yourself?"

[Ikon]

"I try to see the positive in life, I'll admit that I miss my brother but the Apocalypse won't stop for us." I'd offer you a drink but I don't really have any money."

Orion takes a second to nurse his lager then gestures it to Brenna.

"We could share though. I found a few dollars at our place, I think Abraxas left it."

[Sarah]

"Thank you Ryah but I came for some thing to eat not a beer. Would you like something? My treat" Brenna moves closer to the table.

[Makes-No-Sense]

From seemingly no where Makes-no-Sense was sitting next to Brenna, half a bottle of some imported beer already in his hand.

"Does that include me? I like treats." Half a smile on his half grinning, half grimmacing face as if to ask forgiveness for doing what he has been doing.

[Sarah]

Brenna smiles,"Of course."

[Ikon]

"No thank you, Brenna" He says not wanting to impose.

He turns and regards 'Make-no-sense', a small smile of greeting on his face. Orion still didn't know what to make of the Ragabash. He seemed decent, was hearty in battle, and Orion was quickly beginning to trust his pack. Yet it always seemed like the Ragabash was up to something, which was fairly obvious, Orion was more concerned with who would get stung after 'Makes-No-Sense' finished stirring up the hornets nest.

"Hello, Yuf."

[Red Moon]

The sounds of laughter echoed in the entry hall, as Uruz walked in, ahead of his pack, speaking in old Norse, before noticing Orion.

"Wild Blood-Rhya! Sorry we are late! Took Gun'ter a while to wash the dirt from his hair."

With another bout of laughter from his pack, Uruz took a seat at the booth with Orion, inviting his pack to follow.

"What's that you are drinking? Let's have a round or two of those on us!"

[Ikon]

Orion gestures to Uruz to pull up another table to make room for everyone. "Welcome!" The Ahroun finishes the last of his beer, and smiles.

[Makes-No-Sense]

Oh the words that mean so much in such short phrases. The three halfs grin would grow full fledged sheepish from Orion's looks and gaze...the ragabash are welcomed acquantences of questioned looks.

"Hey Orion, I didn't know you knew of this place...glad to see you straightening the slinkie here though."

The beer in his hands would be finished in time for the rowdy round to be called forth, looking across the wall for the next step in his excursion.

[Deleted]

Guy walks into the back room with two large pitchers of lager in each hand and a basket in between his teeth. Walking over to the group he puts down the pitchers and removes the basket from his mouth, putting it down on the table everyone can see that it has a arrangement of sliced meats, cheeses, and breads. Maeve swings by and drops off glasses for everyone and heads back to the main room. Guy smiles.

"Oi, I appreciate the business and seeing a few more faces gather all at one time. Don't worry about the food, that's on me this time." Turning to Brenna, "What can I get ya missy?"

[Sarah]

"Thank you very much Guy. Cheese burger with fries and a 7up please. No beer for me thank you" she smiles at him.

[Ikon]

Orion reaches behind him and moves a chair over for guy.

"How is your knee?" He says thinking back to the very, very strange conflict resolution skills of Tak.

[Deleted]

Guy puts a hand out and leans on the chair, a half smile on his face. His eyes lose their focus for a second but snap back to reality quickly. He chuckles softly.

"Armor-piercing rounds tend to leave holes rather than shatter bones, so healing wasn't too much of a trick, Maya did a good job with that. I won't be running for a few days though, just to make sure it doesn't... get aggravated."

He turns towards Brenna "I'll have your food out in a bit, might take a second to get that cook back on his feet. He had a few too many beer breaks."

He nods a thanks to Orion and walks behind the bar, back into the kitchen.