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Arthur adjusted his cuffs, leaning at the bar and inspecting the menu for the night. They all sounded sickly. The only person he could imagine enjoying something like that was Felix and he hadn’t heard from him in days. Needless to say, he was feeling extremely out of place.

The doors had hardly opened yet and there was already a crowd waiting. She’d tried to accommodate while setting up, creating a barrier that could almost push people into the vague shape of a queue. It hadn’t seemed to have worked.

Rian had spent hours debating going to the Black Dragon opening, but by the end, he knew he needed to make an appearance.  As a member of the town council, he needed to show his support to the reopening of a local business.  He threw together an outfit quickly, forwent shaving (which left him with the beard he’d allowed to grow lately), and made a beeline for the bar once he arrived.  Looking at the drink menu, he turned to the person beside him and asked, “Which do you think would be better: sloth or envy?”

Rajah had remembered her brief encounter with the bar in the past. Her and Maleficent, whilst not always seeming to see eye-to-eye, seemed to be able to tolerate each other at least, and this grand reopening was quite impressive to say the least. “Now, this, makes me wish I would open my own bar or establishment of any kind.” She commented, looking to the person to her right. “If only to close it down for a few months and then reopen it as glamorously as this.”

“You have three choices, cariño: ask me to dance, buy me a drink, or keep staring at me,” she muttered before turning to face the person she had felt watching her.  “I can almost guarantee that last one won’t be as effective as the other two.”

As initiation missions went, this wasn’t the worst. He’d spoken to his partner and the man had made it perfectly clear what kind of horrors he’d had to deal with. This seemed rather tame in comparison: Gather as much money as he could from the bar’s customers and get a hefty cut.

Frankly, Lefou didn’t very much care for the fact that there was a ‘grand reopening’. How do you find hype for a reopening for something that you have no attachment to? However, when he heard of the event that most (if not all) of the town was attending, he knew he had to be there. Maybe to catch a familiar face, or become acquainted with some new ones. Either way, he was ready for some fun. “Cocktails, huh?” Lefou commented, strutting up to the bar and gently bopping to the music that played. “Sign me up for two. Or Twenty. Whichever will get me in-credibly drunk but not kill me.”