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[Semi-OPEN] Time for a Night Out!
Aug. 19th, 2019 09:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
holdyourhornsWho: Spyro and you!
Where: The Night Shift
When: Sporadically during August
What: Spyro invited friends to the Night Shift, or it's your chance encounter with said dragon
Warnings: Probably not, if no one drinks alcohol
A - Dark Hollow
A tavern like the Night Shift is probably an odd place to find a Diatu student, let alone its the only actual dragon (thus far) since the faculty doesn’t encourage such activities. But it was the first place Spyro could find willing to accept him as a customer and accept a fairly complicated custom drink order.
He got a bit more than he bargained for in a good way. The dragon slid over a generous tip for their troubles and was left to enjoy the first and best unicorn frappuccino that he’s tasted since being dumped here by sundering magic and being the new mascot for the bar, whatever that means.
Well. Not entirely left alone.
But the experience was nice enough that Spyro (possibly against better judgment) decided to invite any friend or two to come along with him one night. With advance notice that they’re semi-ironically going to a bar.
Or maybe for some reason you’re a fellow student who just so happened to consider the spot a suitable hangout. Spyro can be seen sipping at his pink drink while rowdy common folk are boasting about who can take the little guy on in the ring or loudly shout challenges his way.
B - Spyro’s Ring
Said challenges are annoying sometimes, but it’s a good way for Spyro to show his stuff without any serious consequences as long as he keeps his fire breath to a minimum. Because he has noticed while he might be able to just barely get away with setting someone’s pants aflame, their skin is another matter.
He crouches at the ready as if he is a mighty predator far bigger than his actual size, while a brawny tavern regular he doesn’t care to remember the name of at the moment cracks his knuckles.
"Look at ye! A little baby lizard like you ain’t gonna stand a chance!"
"Oh yeah? You planning to sit on me, bubble-butt?"
Both sides are clearly oozing with confidence. This can only end well for one of them.
Wildcard!
[Got something else in mind at the Night Shift?]
Where: The Night Shift
When: Sporadically during August
What: Spyro invited friends to the Night Shift, or it's your chance encounter with said dragon
Warnings: Probably not, if no one drinks alcohol
A - Dark Hollow
A tavern like the Night Shift is probably an odd place to find a Diatu student, let alone its the only actual dragon (thus far) since the faculty doesn’t encourage such activities. But it was the first place Spyro could find willing to accept him as a customer and accept a fairly complicated custom drink order.
He got a bit more than he bargained for in a good way. The dragon slid over a generous tip for their troubles and was left to enjoy the first and best unicorn frappuccino that he’s tasted since being dumped here by sundering magic and being the new mascot for the bar, whatever that means.
Well. Not entirely left alone.
But the experience was nice enough that Spyro (possibly against better judgment) decided to invite any friend or two to come along with him one night. With advance notice that they’re semi-ironically going to a bar.
Or maybe for some reason you’re a fellow student who just so happened to consider the spot a suitable hangout. Spyro can be seen sipping at his pink drink while rowdy common folk are boasting about who can take the little guy on in the ring or loudly shout challenges his way.
B - Spyro’s Ring
Said challenges are annoying sometimes, but it’s a good way for Spyro to show his stuff without any serious consequences as long as he keeps his fire breath to a minimum. Because he has noticed while he might be able to just barely get away with setting someone’s pants aflame, their skin is another matter.
He crouches at the ready as if he is a mighty predator far bigger than his actual size, while a brawny tavern regular he doesn’t care to remember the name of at the moment cracks his knuckles.
"Look at ye! A little baby lizard like you ain’t gonna stand a chance!"
"Oh yeah? You planning to sit on me, bubble-butt?"
Both sides are clearly oozing with confidence. This can only end well for one of them.
Wildcard!
[Got something else in mind at the Night Shift?]
