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Goldenrod: Tending Bar

[Drifter's not been here long. Just enough to get situated, settle in. Figure out what is where, find himself a decent bartending job. Why? Well, he's always liked being the sort of guy people get drunk around. Spill more info that way. It's pretty good pay, too. And ol' Drifter likes being a shoulder to cry on! He can't even wear his spiked pauldrons anymore, so it's even comfortable.]

[But of course, a few days into it, all hell has broken loose. He's idly washing a glass when a pokemon strolls in, which, mind you, isn't that wierd. They're wearing more clothes than usual. That's a little off. It climbs up on the stool and puts down some money with a grim expression on its face.]

Whiskey. On the rocks. [The Chansey says in a voice so deep it could rival Lord Saladin's.]

[Drifter's eyes go wide, and without taking his eyes off what he's having difficulty believing he pours the drink with expert ease.] Yeah, brother. You uh... You look like you need it. How about a double.

[When that's done he stalls and stares at his palm. With barely more than a thought it glows red. Ah. Well. Now isn't that a twist of events. Though if someone comes in, he'll probably hide that hand behind his back immediately.]

Goldenrod: Catching a Meowth

Come on! Come down from there. Drifter just wants to get paid, that's all!

[Orin the Espurr's doing her part to help Drifter catch this especially troublesome Meowth. And now he's got two cats up an impressively tall tree, about a story up when compared to the building next to it.. One that's his, one that's almost his, and the one that's his has now taken to staring down at him like, 'What am I supposed to do next?'.]

Do I gotta come up there? You are in a tree. I am comfortably on the ground, and I know you can hear me.

[She stares some more. Just boring a hole right through him. Thanks, creepy child.]

Great. You're gonna be the death o' me, I already got that figured out. If you can actually die in this place? It'll be by you. [And since he's not so restricted as usual (and assuming no one can actually see him pull this stunt), he hopes and liesurely floats into the tree. Just floats, like a feather that's caught in an updraft. He settles his shoes on the biggest branch.]

Alright, come on. Let's finish this up so I can get back down and stop lookin' like a freak up here.