Digimon Bar

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"A meal tastes better when shared." Leomon grinned at the rookie. It was nice that even when going outside in this world there was a high chance of one rescuing a damsel and getting a flesh wound, there were still happy, healthy rookies around to keep the generations going.

"Oh right, I'm sorry, I'm a little... distracted today." Rosemon smiled lightly. "That particular Shoutmon over there is one of the five students attending the dojo run by my two friends, Battlemaster Garr over there, the Blackweregarurumon, Weaponmaster Rezos over there, the Leomon and I, Lanaya, Rosemon, Mistress of Magic." She explained, "It's not very big or well known, but we take it upon ourselves to give helpless digimon the power to fend for themselves. You can find it just a few miles outside of town if you follow the river on the east, if ever you want a visit or a place to rest."

Shoutmon scratched the back of his head as he watched the Darkflamedramon exit the bar to train. "I didn't know this town had a training square!"

Garr crossed his arms and looked down at Shoutmon. "You really are a little troublemaker, aren't you?"

"It wasn't my fault this time, honest!" Shoutmon flailed.

Garr listened to Blackwargreymon's explanation. "Well it looks like your story checks out, lil guy. I'm not going to have you scrub the floors for penance after all!" He scratched his chin, "But then again, who would give a prostitute to a rookie?" He mumbled thoughtfully.

Rosemon giggled as BWG sat back down. "That's alright. That's nice of you to not put the blame on the rookie, especially with the strain of losing your job."

"Well if you're looking for a new one, we'll pay a good mega like you to beat the crap out of our five students! Er- go easy on them, of course." Garr offered.

Leomon looked over at the inebriated Renamon and raised a brow. He pointed at his broad, powerful chest. "Me? Do you have something to tell me?" He asked, and turned to face his little friends. "Excuse me, Guilmon, I think that Renamon wants to talk to me about something. I'll return to you in a moment." He says, standing up and padding over to the slightly drunk womon with his bare, clawed feet. "What can I do for you?" He asks.