This choice: Snack food, with copious amounts of alcoholic beverages... • Go Back...Chapter #4Snack food, with copious amounts of alcoholic b... by: Noxin   "Huh... More like all-you-can-drink..." she muttered.
Upon closer inspection, she realized that most of the food here was nothing more than a overly large portion of snacks - crackers, biscuits, salt sticks, pretzels, etc... - to go with the drinks. The many levels of the table, or bar, rather, were display cases for the many exquisite (and probably expensive) drinks the establishment could offer. Behind the bar stood the wine rack and a tall and wide set of shelves that might as well be used as the rear wall. In fact, it seemed like the fishnet curtain behind it tied the shelves to the palm trees. An old OXO jukebox-radio stood in the corner, now very quietly dispensing static, as if waiting for the pin to hit the vinyl, or for someone to tune it it.
A couple of typical, round bar stools stood before the counter. With nothing much else to see, she decided sit down before it.
"Welcome, dear customer!"
"EEEP!" Renamon squeaked, jumping back from the counter, with all of her fur standing on end like a cat's. Guilmon, who had just popped up from behind the counter, jumped back as well, letting out a girly scream, and near-perfectly imitating the "The Scream" as he did so.
After a moment of startled silence, the two calmed down.
"Guilmon?" the fox digimon asked "What are you doing here?"
"Oh. Hello, Renamon!" he replied "Welcome to my bar!"
"Your bar?" she asked, frowning. It was only now that she noticed that he wore a bartender's striped shirt with black elbow pads and a black bartender's apron "Since when did you own a bar?"
"It was Impmon's, originally..." the viral digimon explained "But since nobody came here, he decided to hand it over to me, jukebox and all!"
"Oh. So it was his bar." she muttered, suspiciously "Guilmon, do you think this is safe? You know him."
"Don't worry, it's all good." he replied "Come, have a seat... What will you have?"
"Ummm..." Renamon muttered, fumbling slightly "I don't exactly have any money on me..."
"No problem! It's on the house!"
The fox digimon looked up to him, smiling...
"Well..." she began, taking a seat "In that case, what do you have? And please, I'll only drink quality beverages!"
She had never drank any alcohol before, but she trusted her friend to comply to her wishes.
"OK!" Guilmon smiled, turning around, and checking the shelves "There's a cocktail menu somewhere on the counter. Check it out, maybe you'll see something that'll suit your fancy. Of course, if you like them long and strong, I'll show you what I've got!"
Blushing slightly from the draconic digimon's... Probably unintentional innuendo, she decided to try...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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