@Warlord297 Jack's mirror image, on the other side of the bar looked up at him. "Hey, pssst. What are you doing? Are you trying to fix time? Cause I don't think it's broken."

-jack keep tinkering on his watch-

"im tinkering on thw watch its wat my species have" "these watches are more powerful than u think" "hey do u happen to know where the queen is"

@Warlord297 "I always wondered who kept track of time in this world. I've seen humans try, but it seems to get them killed. Aging and all that." Like, still a reflection of Jack, conjured a large box from behind the counter and stepped out of the mirror. It was a large purple box with a red bow and a label reading Snazzy, by the way Like handled it it seemed cumbersome and slightly heavy. "As for the queen, she's on the other side of the bar. Your view is obstructed by the creature I understand we call John." The zombie bartender groaned at Like for standing in his spot so Like politely stepped away. "Uhm.. you've got a little something, right there." He said as he pointed at the gaping wound in the corpses neck. The later didn't really respond.

-gets up- "well my species keeps track of time very well out of the entire universe" -walks over to the queen-" "greeting your majesty i am jack"-bow-

Snazzy The Reaper After winning the respect and mad approval of the Royal Highness of the Lake for his cocktail, Snazzy smirked and felt a weird rush of satisfaction rushing through his bones. He had finally achieved something of worth this year and it isn't related to longest parks and recreation binge watching. Snazzy took the purple box, it was heavy but it had his name on it. His eye sockets grew in radius and drool came out leaking from his hollow jaws. "I hope this isn't panties and rocks." He tore the box open to find a golden armor, on it engraved a bottle of vodka and the words "BEST COCKTAIL MAKER IN THE UNIVERSE". Snazzy cried then teleported back to his shitty apartment in New Jersey, hung the armor above the TV, Parks and Recreation was on but he never cared. He teleported back to the bar only to see an angel talking to the Vampire Queen, at which sight Snazzy went berserk. "WHAT THE FUCK STOP TALKING TO EVERYBODY OH MY GOD YOU SLUT. drinks anyone?"

@Earnest Evans@Warlord297 At last the decrepit elder creature stormed off. Ah, the kiss had worked. Relieved, the Vampire Queen turned to her handmaiden, who looked like she was about to burst into a fit of laughter. The two of them giggled behind their fans, passing between them very quiet words no one else could hear. However, as another creature approached, Avalai turned her head, looking as regal as ever in the gown she had arrived in. "My my, and here I had thought all in this hotel had lost their manners." She smiled, extending a hand to be kissed by the creature that had approached her. She couldn't seem to place the scent of what he was. "I am Queen, Countess and Duchess of all things Vampire. Avalai Ambre Merigue. What ills your mind my humble servant?" @oakman "Ah...?" Her head turned to the bartender, struck with disbelief at his sudden outcry. There was a deadly silence filling the bar. Then one by one her Thralls began to stand up and swarm around the bar, some leaping over the counter. All the while the Queen merely pouted, fanning herself. "So cruel, Snazzy. I think you've clearly lost your head." All the Thralls moved to pick up the embodiment of death, the bodies swarming the would be bartender. Some would go to hold his body, the other half his head and try to pull the two things apart. All of this hidden from the view of the bar patrons. She swiveled her hair back to the angel. "You were saying?"

John doe was wondering how the heck the beer bottle defyed gravity for the last few minutes, John doe was amazed at the grim reaper dudes booze, walking up to the bar counter casually, ignoring the mass horde of Thralls attempting to tear apart the unfortunate grim reaper bartender, So standing at the Counter he casually asked the dude for a drink Hey, uhh can I have some of whatever your making? however no one could really hear because of the humongous attack, Maybe that was how you said hello? this time a bit louder John doe asked again Yeah I would like a "angel's blood beer please" however still being lost in the massive crowd, this was pretty annoying

Cain's eyes practically bugged out of his skull as he bore witness to the meat fridge that Lord Da Gravee had lead him to. With the overwhelming sight and smell of a buffet of human flesh, a switch was flipped in Cain's brain. The wendigo's mouth split into an inhumanly wide grin, so wide in fact that it stretched from one ear to the next. Several ropes of saliva poured from Cain's mouth, however he didn't notice. "Thank you for the feast.", Cain said before lunging forward and tearing into the first piece of meat he could get his hands on. Somewhere in his subconscious Cain knew it was wrong, not to mention disgusting, however those thoughts were instantly pushed away as fell onto his hands and knees and ate like a rabid beast.

"I'm so glad you like my gift. I- uhm... I don't think that's supposed to come off like that.." Like tried to intervene but each time he tried to pull one of the servants away he ended up turning into two pulling servants, whom each started pulling servants and before you could say "Flashmob" the number of servants had multiplied to a point where Like had lost track of whom he were. With all of Like and the other servants stuck in a mosh pit with Snazzy in the middle things got... hectic. "Hey stop that!" "Who touched my-" "I don't-" "Who was that?" "What's going-" "Are you me too? Erm." Eventually one of Like rolled away from the mess with a headache. "Note to selves, don't interact with crowds. Especiallynot crowds of grabby people." he muttered. He picked up the hand mirror from the ground, it was almost completely trampled. "I need a second to recuperate." He muttered as he held the mirror to an empty piece of wall. He reached inside and stretched the sides of the mirror like a rubber band till it was the size of a large wall mirror. Like stepped in and the glass behind him started to slowly repair itself. As he did the multiplied servants disappeared into a puff of smoke, causing the real ones (as well as Snazzy) to collapse like a ragdoll avalanche.

Seems like I'm not going to get a drink anytime so- what the? John Doe thought, however the sudden collapse of people kinda jumpscared him a little bit, Well I'm guessing that changed quickly still standing there in the middle of the bar, Confused about what just happened, Well, can I have a "angel blood" drink please? he casually asked.

Snazzy The Reaper After Snazzy's not so classy remark towards his once love interest, kabillions (tens) of the vampire countess's thralls attacked the helpless personification of death. They all grabbed a joint or a vertebrate, Snazzy would attempt to teleport but not with tens of thralls in physical contact with him, that would fry the time-space continuim out of the pan. Instead Snazzy tried to snap necks as fast as possible, all the while more duplicates were made by the elusive shapeshifter. Finally with John Doe's request for the Angel Blood Elixir Cocktail drink, Snazzy snapped and went into full bartender rage. Just in time the duplicate servents poofed into smoke and Snazzy turned into a demonic form, with a scarier visage and double his size. This allowed the thralls to fly away, some shot into the chandelier in the lobby, the other into the pool outside, and another through the ceiling and into the first floor. The thralls slowly backed away in reason and went to sit close to their queen. Snazzy turned back to his normal form and shook the blood off his robes, smiled as he started mixing up a drink for John Doe. "Wait why the hell am I attending the bar? The Lord didn't even bother to invite me!" "What?" The other zombie bartender said. "I know! He says this party is only for monsters and beasts, he said I was a biblical being, bullshit." Snazzy served the drink to John Doe, "I mean the only reason he never invited me is because he still has feelings for the countess, and he don't want one of her old fuckbuddies around." At that point Snazzy swallowed his sigh and jumped to the other side and sat on the stool, overwhelmed by sadness. "I can't even cry damn it, dry eye sockets"

Well uhh, thanks for the drink John doe told the bartender, piking up the glass of angel blood and his disgusting mini-head came out of his mouth and started drinking up the drink, a taste flown through his mouth, A taste of...a taste of GARBAGE John doe immediately threw the drink on the ground, causing it to smash in seconds, and then John does face..if he had one, turned into a ugly green color and that sent John Doe running for the toilet

In the mirror on the wall a blank face apeared, like one of those greek comedy and tragedy masks. The comedy one to be precise, because he could see John making a beeline for the bathroom. "Haha, you don't drink that stuff straight. Goes straight to the concience." Looking back at the bar Like saw Snazzy in a sudden fit of depression. Emphatising Like got really sad as well. The mask switched to the drama mask mentioned earlier. "Hey buddy, I'm sure the Lord didn't mean to hurt your feelings... But if you want to cry I might have an idea. If we can steal someone elses tears we can pour them on your face and it'll be just like the real thing. But then we need to hurt someone elses feelings, and if we steal their tears they can't cry... hmmm..." Like gave this some very deep thought.

Lord De Gravee @MonsieurShade The lord was quite amused with the wendigo going wild on fresh human flesh, he was feeding off just watching the beast losing his humanity. The lord cleaned off a few blood that splattered on his dark vest and shoes. "Easy now friend, you have all the spleens and meat to stuff your hunger, wash up in the shower over there when you done, don't want the others getting any ideas. The Lord got up and went to check on the delivery pad hung by the fridge chamber's door, "hmm, we will run out of human meat by next week, we need more." He put the pad back and walked out, staring into the boxes and dug holes, muffled screams were heard below the holes. "Eager meat." The Lord then walked up the winding staircase and into the Lobby, where a ghost sneakily whispered, "Milord, Snazzy is here. He been tending the bar." "Snazzy? did we invite him?" "No milord, you specifically asked the drafting birds not to write him a letter this year." "Satan's beard... And the countess? Have she made contact with the reaper?" The ghost pointed at the bar. "Damn." The lord sighed and avoided the bar, Snazzy was still sitting, trying to cry with the help of Like. The lord went out to the pool, under the full moon, his hands on the railing overlooking the valley and sea beyond. Faint lights in the horizon, it was the little town of Selica.

Cain paused briefly to nod at Da Gravee. His eyes were half lidded, and his cheeks bulged out to near comical proportions due to the amount of meat in his mouth. Once the Lord made his leave, Cain picked up the pace, feeling more at ease now that he was not being watched by someone. He wanted to eat everything in the room, still he had to pace himself as Da Gravee had requested. By the time Cain found the will power to stop he'd eaten the equivalent of three human males worth of meat. The wending shuddered a bit as he felt the cold feeling in his stomach dissipate for the time being, he felt giddy after having so much to eat. "Need t'shower, need to get this gunk offa me. He mumbled as he stood and started to walk out. The giddy feeling continued to increase in intensity with each step until finally Cain relieved it the only way he knew how. Cain turned and let out a distorted scream. The sound reverberated off the walls a bit, however it was quiet enough as to go unnoticed by the creatures up stairs that lacked higher hearing functions. With that, Cain spun back on his heels and teleported back the way Da Gravee had led him, then quietly crept through the lobby and back up the stairs to his room when teleporting was no longer an option. "Haven't eaten that much in years. This place may be well worth the trip." Cain muttered to himself as he grabbed a bar of soap from his bag, then peeled out of his clothes and jumped into the shower. Had this occurred when Cain had first become a wendigo he'd have wretched at the thought of so casually thinking about his actions. Now however, he was just happy that the human meat he'd eaten hadn't come from some filthy hobo with only god knew how many diseases.

John Doe finally found the bathroom door, it was one of those impossible-to-tell-which-is-men-and-women ones, the door on the left had a black circle with a black dot in the middle, the right one had all black circle John Doe stared at them both, the left one could be men? the dot could represent that? no but what if it represented women!, ughh..John Doe constantly searched his mind for the answer, however finding none time passed by, faster and faster as he kept on trying to find out which bathroom is for men and which is for women, the acidic barf wasn't sitting well in his stomach.

"Mmhmhm..." The Countess chuckled under her breath and smirked as she watched Snazzy attempt to cry. She snapped her fingers and her thralls all subsided. She rose, with her handmaiden.

"Gents. Ladies. Snazzy."

And with that, she made a ridiculously dramatic turn and strutted out of the bar and to the stairs to find her chambers for the night, some of her thralls following behind; leaving the boy who had been questioning her beside himself. Her other thralls waited until she was gone, watching her carefully before highfiveing each other and turning into a bunch of frat boys. One of them was already being turned upside down to chug from a keg hose, a crowd around him screaming "CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"

Others played pool, darts, or started hitting on the female bar patrons. One even slid up to Like and Snazzy and put his arms around them both (for like, around the mirror he waited in) and spoke in a very flamboyant manner.

"Oh honeys! You two look so TENSE! Why don't you let Usugar show ya a nice time to forget yo' nasty ass time here so far huh?~<3"

After showering and putting on a fresh set of clothes, Cain trotted back downstairs and through the lobby, passing wordlessly by Avalia as he made his way towards his destination. He was full and refreshed, now he wanted a drink before going to bed, even if it meant contending with a bit of chaos to get one. Cain entered the bar and raised his brow a bit at the sight before him, "Holy shit it's like I'm back in college." he murmured as he stepped around a group of drunken thralls and found an empty stool at the bar. "So, who do I talk to about getting a ghost julep sent my way?" Cain asked as he lightly rapped his knuckles on the table.

Like replied for Snazzy, as he was occupied with a serious attempt towards sobbing.
"With Snazzy in a state of depression, and the barzombie occupied suplying beer to a sudden frat party, there isn't anyone to talk about ghost juleps with you. The bar is currently unmanned."
Snazzy's tune started playing again, starting softly and slowly increasing in presence.
"But while you could say: the bar is unmanned, so no one can make me a drink."
The counter trembled slightly, as if with anticipation.
"You could also say: The bar is unmanned, so one one can stop me from playing around."
Neon lights flickered making the metal knob on the pump shine aluringly.
"Come play Cain. Plaaaaay."