Bart looked around his now empty bar, making sure that his place was nice and clean before he locked up for the night and went to bed for the night.
"Okay." The bartender said after he gave his bar a thorough look through. "I will need rewax table three and seven... other than that, I should be a-okay to shut down the place for th-" He stopped mid-sentence when he hear a knock coming from his bar's front door. "Why are there people doing here this early? Could be robbers... Gotta be safe than sorry."
Bart Ender said as he reached behind his serving bench and pulled out an Kelsova .93 auto shotgun, the perfect weapon for a busy bartender like Bart.
He inched towards the door and he held the door handle with one hand and his shotgun with the other, he could hear a few people sneeze at different times.
"Come on Bart, you can't have already locked up yet!" Bart smirked as he could reconise that voice from anywhere. "Meh nuts are fricken freezing out ere'!"
"There's a voice that I haven't heard for a while." Bart said as he yanked open his door to meet with a human wearing a black multilayered suit that would have been more suitable for a funeral. "Welcome back Aaron!"
The man in the suit chuckled. "Ah, still brandishing ya shotgun dat I gave ya for christmas huh?" Aaron asked as he and six others walked into the warm arms of Bart's bar.
"Yep, my only required tool of defence." Bart Ender looked at the other guests that Aaron had brought with him, three of them were Genetic Monsters, one of the others was a bear hybred and the final one was a human. "Anyway, who are these guys?"
Aaron chuckled. "Future customers, dey might not have a job anymore at their old work place after what I did dis mornin'."
What the dapper human said sparked a little intrigue within the bartender. "Oh yeah? What did you do?"
"Just wait and see, trust me... You'll know what I did very soon." Aaron answered as he smacked his lips. "Is ya bar open right now? I could do with a Gingerbeer on da rocks."
"Depends, do you have money to back your request up?" Bart asked.
Aaron held out a full wallet. "I stole a few grand from dere ex-employer's personal safe. So drinks will be on meh tonight."
The five extra guests cheered when Aaron said that.
"Dat's da spirit!"
"Then my bar is open for business then." Bart stated simply.
Aaron gave him a smile. "Nice." He turned to the other six people. "I told ya dis guy was cool."
Two of the Genenomon that looked almost like eachother, except that one was a girl and the other was a boy, pressumably twins, cheered.
"There is nothing better than free beer!"
The bartender laughed at Aaron's enthusiasm, even though he looked like that he was fresh from a funeral, he knew how to spread joy as much as he liked to spread the blood of his foes over large areas.
"Okay." Bart said as he got behind his counter. "Lemme get the bar ready and you can have your booze soon!"
"Hey bartender, what do ya serve?" Asked the bear hybred. "I could do with a bottle of vodka if ya can offer it."
Bart shook his head as a no. "Nah man, if you wanna get knocked onto your ass with a drink without drinking much... I'd suggest The Haunch Puller." Bart said as he started to make his concoction. "My name is Bart Ender by the way, not bartender, get it right."
Aaron tapped the anthromorthic bear on the shoulder to get his attention. "Bart is very- How do you say it?" Aaron thought about it for a moment before he continued. "Privy when it comes to his name and his job."
"Ah." The bear man responded. "Why?"
"Because... Er..." Aaron though about that as well. "Actually, Bart, why do get all sour when people call you bartender instead of Bart Ender?"
Bart gave Aaron and the Bear furry a shrug as his answer before he continued to prepare his drinks.
"Good enough!" Aaron said before he looked at the group of five that had sat themselves at Bart's counter. "I never actually got you guys names. Can somebody fill me in on the details?"
The only human raised her right hand so she could talk.
"Right, right. Since you are buyin' the drinks, I guess that it's a fair trade." She cleared her voice. "Ahem, lemme introduce myself and my crew. I'm Rokkon Junes, the big teddy bear other there is Mauler, the Genenomon that you we're using as a chair eariler was Licheal Hues, the brown one over there is Freida Crones and her twin brother Fred, the bright pink one over there is called Snuggles... We are still not quite sure what it's gender or actual name is, but he is good in hostage situations."
Aaron nodded. "Alright, I will keep dat in mind miss Junes. My name is Aaron Luke Linsey Harney! At ya service for a price." He gave off a bow to illustrate another gentleman-like trait that he had.
Rokkon smiled. "And I'll keep dat in mind the next time we need to have something big blown up." Aaron handed the human his business card. "Okay, I'm putting your name in my contacts list for any future endevours that we may need help with."
The dapper human chuckled. "Rightio, pleasure doing business with ya."
"And it's also a pleasure for us for you to NOT smash our faces into the wall while we figure out where you were." Rokkon responded with a coy chuckle of her own before she got her serious face again. "Seriously though, I don't want to witness the sight of me staring at my own brain matter all over the floor while you do the hustle again."
"What's wrong with the hustle?" Aaron asked.
A tall, weasel-like Genetic Monster cracked his back. "Well, ya did it on my spine ya jackass!" Licheal said as he popped his spine back into place. "I've got some fucking amazing cramps from it."
"Thank you." Aaron said.
"That was sarcassim, ya moron!" Licheal shouted before he was given a beer and he drunk it until there wasn't any of the liquid left. "Thanks bartender."
"It's Bart Ender." Bart got into Licheal's face. "BART. ENDER!!"
Licheal pushed Bart's face back onto his side of the counter. "Yeah, yeah... Gimme another beer and make it fast." The weasel Genenomon said. "I just don't wanna remember what happened tonight or tomorrow either."
"Why?" Bart looked towards Aaron, whom was holding a detonator for some explosive device. "Aaron, what are you doi-"
The bartender didn't get to finish his question as the ground rumbled under him, feeling like a earthquake had struck the city without warning. Even though the shaking was brief, it was still there.
"There." The dapper human in the suit threw the detonator away.
"Job done, now I can drink until da sea goes dry."
"What have you just done?" Bart asked with a tone of worry. "You better had not blown anything up that we would need."
Aaron grinned as he gave off a shrug, not caring for his actions.
"I blew something up, dat's what I did." The dapper human deducted. "By tomorrow, you will see why dey got what dey deserved."
The bartender sighed, knowing the human dressed in black; He did what he did for a semi-good reason.
"If you say so... What do you want to order Aaron?"
Aaron's grin still persisted when Bart asked the question. "I wanna gingerbeer on da rocks!" Aaron cheered. "And make sure dat da gingerbeer is already cold before hand so the froth doesn't spill over the sides."
"So the usual then?" Bart asked as he got out a bottle of gingerbeer and a mug half filled with ice. "Nothing alcoholic this morning?"
"Nup, I just wanna drink meh favourite drink." Aaron answered as he got his chilled beverage, Bart also gave Mauler his Haunch Puller. "Cheers mate!"
The dapper human drunk his giant mug of murky brown liquid down and Mauler fell over as he sipped his powerful drink, the legend of the drink knocking anyone onto their ass still held true and everybody chuckled.
"Hey Rokkon, what would you like to drink?"
The woman shrugged. "Anything that isn't what Mauler got fucked up on."
The dapper human chuckled. "True dat." Aaron agreed. "Hey Bart, just get Rokkon a frosty beer like Licheal will ya?"
"Sure, remember that you're paying for all of their drinks plus your own." The bartender mentioned as he went back to his work. "And if any other guys come in, you'll be paying their tabs as well."
Aaron shrugged. "Fair enough, I did say dat da drinks were going to be meh treat after all." The dapper human finished his gingerbeer in a record time. "Give meh seven more."
"Wait your turn!" Rokkon shouted as everyone laughed. "Wow, we sure needed this break, Huh guys?"
"Here, here!" Rokkon's team cheered and Mauler just gave off a drunken mumble.
But when their cheering stopped when a new guy entered the room, looking really beat up and cold. "Who are you?" Rokkon asked.
The man brushed his black hair back with his hand to remove any excess snow that was still in it before he took a seat at Bart's counter. "Do you have any whiskey? I am lost today and I want to get my mind off of what happened.."
"Yes I do." The bartender said as he got out a bottle of the golden drink and he started to poor it into a shot glass, the new guy started to pull out his wallet to pay for his beverage but Bart stopped him when he did. "Don't worry about paying for your drink, the guy that started the party over there is paying for the drinks here for tonight."
The man in the suit wandered over to the new guy when he heard Bart mention him. "Yup, drink as much as you can because you don't have to worry about da price when ya wake up with shitfaced in da afternoon!" Aaron thought of something. "What's ya name? I wanna know who da heck I'm buying drinks for before I pay of dem."
"My name is Leon Polc, what about you mister fancy pants?" Leon asked.
Aaron clicked his fingers. "I gotta say dat ya have a very groovy name. As for meh, I'm Aaron Luke Linsey Harney." He answered with pride. "At ya service for a price."
"Okay... Didn't know you had a full title, but I sure do now." Leon said as he looked back to Bart. "So can I have my whiskey now?"
"Sure man." Bart skipped the shot glass and the bottle of whiskey over to Leon, to which he caught and drink with a smile on his face. "Don't go too overboard with that, I don't want a first time customer getting Cirrhosis on my watch."
Leon chuckled at the irony of his statement. "Yeah, yeah. Cheers guys."
Leon brought his alcoholic drink to his lips and drunk it, his first good drink in a long time.
End of Chapter Four
End of Act One.