[ WP ] The bars , nightclubs , and brothels of the fantasy world .

`` God dammit Susanne! Do you want this place to fail! ``, Phil flung a phial against the wall, it shattered into a thousand pieces. 
 
 Susanne glared at Phil, her nostrils flared, `` I do n't appreciate you disrespecting me like that!'' 
 
 `` You do n't deserve to be respected! Does she? ``, Phil asked the staff. They were all standing in a sullen line looking down. A few nodded and murmured. 
 
 `` You have ruined your parents tavern. You have goblins in the gods damned freezer! Get an adventurer team in here to clear them out!'' 
 
 `` That is n't my fault!'' Susanne yelled. 
 
 `` Bullshit! ``, Phil turned and stormed out of the tavern. The cameras cut. 
 
 Simon the producer smiled, it was another good day of shooting for Tavern Nightmares. 
 
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 A harp picked out a delicate melody by its self. A few impossibly lithe elves lounged around on over stuffed couches. A gnome walked in and all the heads turned. It was Gorto the Glamourist, the most famous fashion designer in the world. The arcane pattern he used on his clothes made people think you looked sharp, wealthy, and on top of it all, so every one wanted to wear Gorto. 
 
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 The tall man slammed the hooded woman down on the table. It's legs snapped with the force. She screamed and jumped up, her black hair oozing out of the hood. It shot forward in an arch punching through the tall man and two people standing near by. It'd started as an argument over a split drink. The tall man and the bartender died, the truck driver never walked again Later the Mayor came on TV to talk about stronger magic control, these senseless activist sorcerer incidents happened in bars all the time. 
 
 
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 `` Have you heard about the Barrow?'' asked Chang. 
 
 `` Naw whats there? ``, wondered Millie. 
 
 `` They are the only place that serves authentic dwarven ale in the city.'' 
 
 `` Oh, I'm really all about elvish wine now.'' 
 
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 `` This shit is good! ``, Jazz said. `` Where you say you got it?'' 
 
 `` Some new alchemist selling out of that bar up river. Says its energized fairy dust.'' Petro told him. 
 
 `` Where you think they get the dust?'' 
 
 `` Probably pick off their wings or something.'' 
 
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 `` I'm sorry boss! Gods please do n't!'' Jill cried. 
 
 `` I caught you sssipping on the job, I looked away. Then you ssstole from my horde... No one takesss a dragonsss gold!'' Her boss roared and burnt her to a crisp. 
 
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 Marko lost a patient at work, no fault of his own, it happened. Still made him feel like shit. So he was happy at the end of the day to go to Tully's and have a few drinks with the elves, and the sprites, and the little dwarves of the city. He had a drink or two and left the warm bar for the empty street.
