Closing Time (Bar Fight Thread – Open to All!)

[Yvonne]

Yvonne pushed apart swiveling saloon doors and paced into the tap house’s main booze hall, kitchen behind her. Her perceptive and pointed ears swiveled as well, detecting changes amid the noisy commotion. Unaware of what had disturbed the customers she sought the answer to her question.

Rogues lay prone over tables, orcs collapsed face first onto the floor - an unconscious Lillian propped against the bar? Fauns had broken windows and demons kicked at other patrons. This scene spiraled out of control in so many ways. Yvonne inhaled a frustrated breath and heaved a sigh. Pivoting on a high heel she pushed her way back into the kitchen without a word.

Moments later a wide-brimmed silver platter made its way between the tavern’s inhabits, wobbling, side-stepping an air-born orc that flew by and crashed into a shattering chair. The bounteous platter carried on with its course (its main course, GETIT?), filled to the brim with all manner of fruit and berries. Oranges, mangoes, melons, apples and pears encircled the plate. Blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, strawberries piled from bowls in the center, but tomatoes were the giveaway mention.

The platter came to rest upon the bar, near a table of arguing dwarves just trying to enjoy their drinks. They fell silent when they noticed what the waitress wore - a frying pan strapped to her chest and another strapped to her back. She had a saucepan upside down over her head like a helm and a devious smirk plastered across her face.

“Ye thinking what I be thinking?” a shaggy bearded, redheaded dwarf asked his comrades.

“I think I be thinking what yer thinking,” a black maned dwarf, white of skin replied. Yvy lifted herself up onto the countertop and cupped her hands around her mouth like a megaphone. She took a deep breath.

“We about ta see ourselves ta a good old fashioned--” red beard began.

“FOOD FIGHT!” the little black-skinned deviant boomed throughout the room. "Come on boys! Up and at ‘em!" she commanded the dwarves. Her black fingers quickly began plucking up mangoes and hurled them at misbehavers - at a human man and Nosdyn! The dwarves sided with Miss frying pan vengeance herself and grabbed for handfuls of tomatoes. They unleashed fruity hell on the rogue, an orc, a criminal and the faun!

Yvy; final boss of fruity mayhem had entered the arena.