The Multi-Dimensional OC Bar

Ician glares at the two of them. "I might be more offended if... well, if it weren't true." He sighs. "Sadly it is."

"It's okay, officer." Sky says as she sips her beer.

"Eh. It's nothing to worry about, really. I mean, it could be far worse." Ician shrugs.

"Yeah at least you aren't actually a cat being thrown into a pond." Storm says patting the officer on the back.

"Also, where did both of you enter this bar from?" Sky suddenly asks, not minding the snoring Griff next to her.

Ician rolls his eyes at Storm "Like I said, it could be far worse."

He turns to Sky. "That door leads to Canterlot, for me. What about you?"

"Canterlot for me too, Officer." Sky replies, happily.

"That door leads to my house in the Crystal empire." Storm said. He took another large sip of his cider.

"Hm..." Ician looks around. "So... what now?"

Sky shrugs and sips her beer.

Griff slowly wakes up again "...uhh, where am I.. oh yeah, the bar... *hic*.."

Ician glances over at Griff. "I see you're awake. Can I have my cloak back, or are you going back to sleep?"

Griff half-drunkly slides the cloak to Ician over the table "I ... *hic* never needed it anyways..."

"Uh huh." Ician stares at him, unconvinced. With a sigh, he puts the cloak back on, sliding it over his head and back onto his torso.

"So" Griff starts and looks at Ician with a huge grin. "Who's the new cutie here?"

Sky meanwhile facehoofs.

Ician raises an eyebrow. "It seems that I have discovered how to snap you out of a drunken stupor."

He gestures to Sky. "This is Sky Cog."

Griff then turns to Sky: "Why hello there, Sky Cog... *hic*.."

Sky just pushes him away. "I may like dealing with stallions in the tavern, but not with completely hammered ones."

"See, Griff?" Ician says, with mock seriousness. "That's why I drink water."

"Oh you royals and guards... with your rules.. can't have any fun.. the reason why I quit the night guard in the first place." Griff says, still wobbly.

Sky Cog finishes her beer and now orders a glass of mineral water. "Good idea, Ician. Water can sometimes be the best."

Ician rolls his eyes at Griff. "I drink water because I want to, not because of the 'rules'. Besides, there aren't any rules for getting intoxicated off-duty."

Addressing Sky Cog, he says, "Yes, yes indeed."

"Still too many rules for me to follow." Griff says as he starts casting pain-killing spell on him. "God damn I hate headaches..."

Ician observes Griff. "Interesting. Is that a painkiller spell?" He sips from his glass. "See, if I had that I might actually get drunk more often."

Griff groans. "Yes, it is indeed a painkiller spell. Saves me a lot of effort when I'm stitching my wounds after combat.."

"I can't stand stitches." Storm says shuddering a little. "When I get injured I just cauterise the wound, it's quicker and heals better."

"Anyway..." Griff starts. "I guess I should be going now. Find myself a nice tree to sleep in for the night." he says as he wobbily stands up.

The door swings open and Divine strides in, fully armoured with her broadsword swung across her back. She storms to the bar, each hoof step like thunder, before ordering straight vodka.