The doors creak ever so slightly with a new arrival, and it would take a moment for mortal eyes to adjust to the gloom inside.  Fortunately, the patronage of this place are almost exclusively adapted for such condition, rendering the atmosphere preferential to most of them.  A few lamps provide some amount of light, and revealing the chairs, tables, and clientele to be somewhere just short or further than A Nightmare Before Christmas.  A few chairs squeak, some furtive nods and even a few louder greetings are offered up, and the overall volume picks up again once the new arrivals are assessed or recognized.  A single caw can be heard from above, as a crow stares down.  From behind the bar, with varying species sitting and ordering, a dry and irritated voice calls out, a skeleton in uniform waving a bottle in your direction.

"Welcome to The Funny Bones.  Ya want something, just come up and order.  And no fuckin' tabs for newcomers.  Just 'cuz I have to put up with John's shit don't mean you can get away with it, alright?"

Situated in an opportune spot in Limbo, where many new deceased and others enter, the Funny Bones is a bar and bounty post remarkable in the absolute grumpiness of it's owner and server, Todd.  It's also noted for being the favored haunt of some of the most dangerous and famed bounty hunters-- or rather, in times of extreme hunger, a hunting ground. . .
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"Well don't you know how to impress?" Minori teased, slipping her arm out from Johns. She gave the place a good once over before sauntering towards the bar. Her head tilted back to see if the Wedigo would follow. "I'll have a Grim Morrow on the rocks, please." She told the bartender. Presenting a cherubim-like grin. "Shaken, not stirred."
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The Windigo in question had stopped to remove his hat, jacket, and backpack, the first of which he hung on a spindly coat rack near the entrance.  Pointedly ignoring any stares the regulars gave him with his entrance, he only reacted to the head tilt of his companion, following dutifully behind her and giving her a strangely genuine smile.  Even with his shark-like teeth showing, there was very little hunger in it--there was almost a tenderness to it.  this likely made the scene all the more disturbing for those who knew the bounty hunter in-question.

When he arrived behind his 'date,' he casually slid an arm around her waist, his usually bare and heavily scarred forearms now covered by the full-length sleeves of his flannel shirt, one he had freshly changed into.  Her request got him looking back at the skeletal bartender.

"That'll be on my tab, Todd.  One Burning Bush, rocks for me."  Looking back to the kitsune, he continued "Know how to impress?  No.  Know where to get good drinks?  Yes.  Ya want anythin' else for now?"

"And how much is he payin' you?" Todd asked the Kitsune while preparing their drinks. The eyes in the room growing wide. "Also your tab covers for one, add ons have to come out of pocket." He stated gruffly, not even looking at John.

In moments, he placed two glasses on the counter before them. One was a cocktail; a dark reddish-orange liquid bubbling vigorously with fog, and garnished with a single black cherry on top. The other agitated with swirling vibrant colors in a high ball glass, and decorated with a flaming sprig.

"Enjoy."

"Quite the sum, actually." The woman said, starring up at John. "I suppose I could offer to pay for both. After all.. " She paused, grabbing the cocktail and raising it inches away from her lips.

"You did offer me a good time."

She took a sip. In that second, her eyes trickled down to the other patrons in the room; their mouths largely agape. Minori gave them a wink and looking towards the Skeleton, watched as their spine bent back to let out a laugh.

"Oh, I like her. You're good." They said, the air around them now relaxed. "Todd. Welcome to The Funny Bone, Miss?"

"Minori." She replied, "And thank you."

The comment from Todd got the bounty hunter's attention, and worse, his smile.  The sharktooth grin he had seemed to sharpen and turn almost imperceptibly brittle, even as he accepted his drink , a few tendrils of frost creeping from the cracking wood beneath his boots.  His voice, still flippant and friendly, took on a slight edge.

"Todd-"

And then the damn kitsune opened her mouth, and he could feel the entire bar turn it's collective attention on him and his companion.  The frost evaporated quickly, and Minori could feel the body temperature of the Elder ratchet up several degrees, especially as the quiet in the bar drank in the implications of that statement.

Her grin sealed it, and he forced any sort of crimson that may have begun to spread across his scarred and weathered cheeks and shifted his grin to match hers in confidence.  The little fox, she knew exactly what she was doing.  He swore he could almost feel a few drips of water from his icen heart from the sheer. . .whatever it was she was inflicting on him.  Alright darling, two can play at the lovebird game.

"Of course she's good, Todd.  I'd never take any less than th' best cuts, an' she's th' finest."  He rested his chin on her head for a moment, well aware of how bad it was for one of his kind to make food jokes, but hell- there was no way she was going to want to stick around after this night, so he might as well make the best of it while he could.  Her scent distracted him momentarily as he also added offhandedly "An' no way, darlin'.  What kind'f gentleman would I be if I let ya pay for me after bein' th' one to invite you out?  Oh no, no.  I've got some principles left in me.  Somewhere."  His chest pressed against her back from his position and as he took a sip of his drink, a single quiet, crackling sound could be heard from it, but only for those immediately next to him.  Damn little fox.
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