The Multi-Dimensional OC Bar

He smiles at the unicorn, "It doesn't matter what you're drinking, it's always better when it's with a companion."

"I... suppose." Vision moves over to him. "So... what drinks?"

"Blade ordered as many hard ciders as he could pay for, but I'm sure the bartender wouldn't mind changing the order, she seems nice enough."

"Sure, why not?" Vision says. "Um... okay, considering that I haven't drunk much... ever... what alcoholic drink is there that won't knock me out in the first three sips?"

"Well, cider isn't too bad, but it really depends on who is making it, so I'd suggest a glass of wine or champagne maybe."

"Good enough for me." Vision moves to the bartender and places the order.

While Vision isn't looking, he lets the happy act drop, his drops to the armor in his bag, mixed memories from the real world and his world running through his head.

Angel finally completely unfurled as her friend told her that the crowd was gone. With this she slowly slide back into her seat, noticing that what Jon had said was true. Her tense form relaxed back into the seat, "This is much better." She sighed.

Tinker, noticing that he was effectively being ignored by Vision, scooted over to talk with Angel. "Greetings," he said amicably, "What's up?"

At this moment, a griffin walks into the bar, orders a glass of scotch and sits down by one of the free tables.

"I- um... Hi." She said her eyes shooting a sideways glance at J who had yet to come up. Her brackets began to get back into position with the rest of her body, "N- not much. J- just s- small talk, and m- my brackets g- getting back into position."

"Brackets? Explain please," he said seriously. Oh, if only they allowed scans in this area, Clockwerk would already know everything they'd need.

Lifting a leg and spreading her wing, she showed the stallion the brackets that covered her body, "I was born with Genesis Imperfecta, so when I turned fifteen I went to go help a study group find a way to lessen the severity of the disease. These brackets were the result. They weigh nothing and help pick up the weight that is placed on them. When I move they move since they aren't attached to my body." She stated, nervousness gone only for the few moments she had spoken of her accomplishment, "oh, um, a- sorry f- for the o- out b- burst." She whispered.

June rose up to her seat, and gave Angel a comforting smile.  She then turned her attention to Tinker, giving him a once-over from behind her mirrored glasses.  She decided to stick with her role as a mare, carefully adjusting a bit of mane to bring out the femininity in her androgynous face.  She made sure her body language and voice were both proper, recalling the acting lessons she had received from who-knows-who, and smiled at Tinker.  "Hello there.  My name is June.  What do I call you?"

Vision turns to Flare. "So, um, Flare... how's life going for you, nowadays?"

When the griffin at the lonesome table finished his bottle of scotch, he quietly ordered a glass of water and sat back down in silence.

The thestral perks up at the return of his new acquaintance, "A bit lonely to be honest, to be honest, even with the two of us in hear. I a, heh..." a slight blush comes to his cheeks, "I had a herd in my world."

"Oh." Vision coughs. "I, um... see." He falls silent, trying to find something else to say.

The griffin finishes drinking his water and turns to the group of ponies, watching them silently.

"So..." Vision begins, and his eyes flicker to the griffin. He loses track of what he was going to say. "Uh..." Is he watching us?

The griffin slighly sighs and turns back to his drink, watching the now-empty glass as if he hoped there was something left.

Vision grins mischievously. As soon as he's sure that the griffin isn't paying attention, his horn glows lightly, and an illusion of water manifests itself in the griffin's glass.

The griffin grins as he looks back at Vision, takes the glass and then turns it over. "Nice trick." The griffin says and smiles. "Illusion magic, huh.."

"I probably should have gotten that water to flow better." Vision chuckles. "Yep, illusions. My specialty."

His horn flashes again, and the water flows out of the glass easily and falls to the floor, before dissolving into nothingness.

The griffin sighs before ordering some lemonade.