The Broken Bottle Pub

[Dillon Rickman]

Dillon was apparently too distracted by the veggie vamp comment. Because he was just grinning.
"You're a vegitarian!? That's awesome! Do you know Count Duckula? He's a vegetarian too, y'know. Is there like a veggie vamp society you belong to, so you can go and all swap stories about vegetables?" That had sounded more exciting in his head. In fact, now that he thought about it, there probably weren't that many funny stories you could tell about vegetables. 'I found another amusingly shaped turnip again' would wear thin even for him.

"Okay, alcohol sounds good. I'll have what that guy you bit is having." He gestured to Madoc. "....Wait, what are you having?" He asked, trying to work out what he was letting himself in for.

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix nodded, "Nah, I didn't bite him. Too stringy lookin'." He admitted with a teasing smirk as he took the glass he had been cleaning and stuck it under one of the taps, "And he's having a beer. Nothing too strong, unless you want it." He added.

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc, turned, raised his eyebrows and watched the newcomer with a mix of disgust, confusion and amusement. Mainly disgust though, from the sound of it he was exactly the sort of person he liked to avoid. He tried not to scoff at the 'still sober' remark, although to his credit, the man didn't smell of booze.

He opened his mouth to correct him, but Felix beat him to it. He was mildly suprised at the young mans admission to being a vegitarian, but not overly so. After all, it was quite common nowadays.

He looked vaguely insulted that Dillon thought Felix had bitten him, and opened his mouth again to protest. Again, Felix beat him to it. He scowled. People like Madoc weren't used to not getting a word in.

"New to Edgehaven, then?" He asked uninterestedly, as though it wasn't glaringly obvious. He didn't really care, he just wanted to know what kind of person he was dealing with.

((Dammit, you people type too fast!))

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix refrained from smirking as he grabbed another glass and switched them over when the newcomer's glass was full and pushed the beer over, "One fourty please." He added absently to the newcomer. He had already told Moe that tabs were a bad idea - the old man agreed - so new comer wasn't going to get one.

[Dillon Rickman]

"Dunno." Came a fairly bizarre response. "Got me a whole bunch of mental trauma and some pretty unclear memories. Been staying outside-a town though. Had this nice little place. Soft walls. Got bored." He explained to Madoc, before nodding to Felix for a beer.

"Can spot a vampire at thirty feet, couldn't tell you why or how." He added, purely because it seemed like if nothing was happening, Dillon would have to talk. "You a townie then? Only people who live in a place for ages ask if you're new. 'less they're hitting on you, and I don't get that I'm your type. Though that'd 'splain your long hair." He paused for a moment to consider this. "In which case, I'm flattered, but no thanks." He added, just to be safe, rummaging in his pockets and flipping coins to Felix.

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix snorted and clapped a hand over his mouth before politely turning away before he said something that may have insulted Madoc. Truth be told, Madoc wasn't the one likely to be hitting on people here, he was. The blonde handed the drink over, his eyes sparkling, "And here I wondered why you were talking to me and not Moe." He teased light heartedly, he didn't bother asking for that pint to be paid, he'd let Madoc have it for free.

[Madoc Wythers]

Once again, Madoc was vaguely insulted. Aha, a headcase. He thought to himself. He rolled his eyes at Felix and gestured with an eyebrow at Dillon. He nodded and raised his pint by way of thanks. He was too busy giving Dillon wary looks to notice Felix's attempt not to laugh.

"No, you're not my type." He replied to Dillon. He scowled breifly at the insult to his hair - that was his pride and joy - but let it pass. No point getting on the wrong side of the crazy... "Yep, born and bred in Edgehaven." He said, a hint of pride in his voice. The comment about seeing vampires thirty feet off caught his attention, and he stored that bit of information away for later.

He grinned cheekily at Felix. "Well, y'know..." he laughed.

"So, you got a name?" He asked Dillon, sipping the head off his beer.

[Dillon Rickman]

Dillon adopted his best air of being a mysterious tough guy (which, despite actually being reasonably mysterious, and actually quite tough, he was rubbish at), and replied:
"They call me Swordmaster."

There was a pause, and he saw that nobody was buying it.

"Well, I call me Swordmaster. I'm kinda hoping it'll catch on, though."

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc couldn't help it. He snorted into his beer, sending drops of it flying everywhere.
He put the pint down and tried to compose himself, although every couple of seconds he'd break into a fresh fit of almost-giggles.

After about half a minute, he composed himself enough to speak.
"You got a real name?" He asked, grinning.

[Felix Dolohov]

The blonde refrained from blushing at Madoc's comment and merely shook his head, biting back his own laughter at the other man's introduction.

"Well... its original at least." He admitted, his tone as unstrangled as possible. Trying to talk and hold back laughter was difficult, but you had to learn if you wanted to be a barman.

[Dillon Rickman]

Dillon managed a look of being indignantly upset.
"Heeeey!" He protested. "I don't think you people are taking me seriously. I'm a master of swords! I mean, I was going to call myself "Tennisguy", but, I'm no good at tennis, so swords it was..."

He sulked into his drink for a bit, not wanting to admit he was called 'Dillon'.

"Well, what about you two? Didn't hear your names. 'cause, I bet you won't like it if I laugh at you..." He muttered, like an upset child.

[Felix Dolohov]

The blonde chuckled but decided to indulge the other male with a sweeping bow, "Felix Dolohov," He introduced, allowing his Russian accent to make an appearance as he pronounced his name.

[Dillon Rickman]

Dillon nodded.
"Felix, huh? What's it like, running a bar and owning a chain of cat food?" Sadly, it wasn't so much an insult as a genuine question. Dillon wasn't very good anymore at determining reality and fiction. "I tried cat food once. Just thought it looked tasty."

He looked to Madoc, and then back to Felix.
"FYI....it's not." He added, pointing to the two of them.

[Felix Dolohov]

At this, the blonde couldn't take it anymore. He set the glass he was polishing down and leaned against the bar with his face buried in his folded arms, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

[Madoc Wythers]

Madoc took one look at Felix and dissolved into fits of laughter himself, fallling off his bar stool in the process. He stood up again, leaning on the bar to get his breath back. He was about to accuse Dillon of not being serious, but something in the way he spoke told Madoc that he was, so he shut up.

"Madoc." He replied, still gasping for breath. "Madoc Wythers." He wiped a tear away from his eye and pulled himself back onto his bar stool.