Max shook her head, "N-no, I don't know!" she exclaimed now afraid.

"Go up to my room, get some make-up, and i'll help cover it up"

Max nodded, she went up to her room shaking with fear.

"It'll be fine" *covers up the burnt mark and skull* "the make up covers it, no one will harm you now, stay in the pub, and they'll go over my dead body before someone touches you."*hugs max*. "get some sleep, you'll need it."

Max nodded, she climbed into bed and put in her earbuds, she listened to her favorite soundtrack and drifted off to sleep.

(Are you going to make a new character maybe?)

(two more just give me some time)

(Ok, just wondering)

(All of them are on the first floor ^^)

:.:
`. Wynter Weiss *

Wynter brushed her short hair out of her face, as she entered the first floor. Her foot tapped against the floor for a moment, until she walked up to the counter, sitting down. She was always paranoid about people finding out she's a girl, but she never hinted at it or showed signs of being one. It was easier to be a guy anyways, no one underestimates you, or refuses to give you rights. It was nice. Although it wasn't easy pretending to be one. Wynter was really in the mood for a drink anyways, and this place seemed perfect.



/^\Prism Evans<3


Primrose was busy with a few random customers at the pub, taking orders and such. Her tail swished happily behind her, as she smiled brightly. She loved her job, she truly did. It was so much fun chatting with customers, and seeing old friends. Sure she was quite different, but almost anyone that came into here was pretty unique as well. It always made her hay to come to work.


//|| Ceylon Grey |\\

Ceylon was busy cleaning glasses as usual at the counter, a blank expression showing on his face. He was thinking too much again, about himself, and his mental health. Never was a day where he didn't think about himself. He always thought about how easy most people were to fool, and it almost made him angry no one could see through him. He clenched the glass tighter, and tighter, until it accidentally shattered in his palm. Blood rose to his skin, and he sighed heavily. That was the third glass this month he had done that to.

Emma sat at the bar as a stranger walked into the bar "Ill take a whiskey." she told the bar keeper

(Ping me when your making your new character, ok?)