Digimon Bar

[Frisk E. Coyote]

OOC: Mnm, I cooould, but I'm still bummed about my science and magic RP having to go hiatus cuz I haven't had time to work on it. D:

IC:

Garr nodded and casually saluted the bartender. "Thanks Mac." He slides his money over, and swivels around to face BWG. "What we need right now are tougher training dummies who hit back. We'd do it ourselves, but we tend to correct every little mistake they make during one-on-one training rather than let them learn from their mistakes and gain experience. It's a force of habit picked up from our own masters, and it ain't a good one." He explained, and speared the steak with a fork, proceeding to chew on it doggishly.

"-But with you," Lana says, "it would be a much more realistic combat experience. You're a powerful mega. I'm a mega myself, but honestly, do I seem like much of a threat?" She asks, pulling back her cloak and exposing her scantily clad, thorn-wrapped form. There was so much visible, voluptuous flesh there- no wonder she wore a velvety violet traveling cloak everywhere!