Manhattan bar

[Chucc]

A small man walks into the bar. He is dressed well, and it could even be called a bit garish. The long coat and the big pointy hat look more than just awkward on the little man, but he moves with a grace and poise that makes heads and eyes follow him. He walks to the table that 'Pops' Waverly sits at ordering a drink. Flings the hat into a booth nearby, and drops the coat next to it. He pulls up a seat at 'Pops''s table.

"Heya Pops, not a bad spot you and the boys put together here. I might need to do this in Rhineland. Know any more good tenders?" The man looks to the bartender. "Ma'am, I'd like to get this round for the house. My Happy New Years to the Fellas and Lasses of IND. Good work over the last year. Mya Eris guide your next year the same, and help guide you to the Chao in you and keep it spinning wildly. In the name of Eris I bless this Round, for I am Mypie, Eski-pope of Rhineland."

As the bartender now known as Sophie, passed out the glasses and to a few, plastic. The pope raised his glass, "To the New Year, Eris blessed and Discord abundant. 23's Folks." He downed his drink.

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Looking into returning, maybe.