p Eruption: *she wears a tight black T-shirt, tight jeans, knee high boots. Her mane was in a ponytail and she was wiping down the bar at the club called "The Bone Chandelier" a club for immortal creatures, where they came and where they wouldn't fight.*

*the door opens, and a hooded figure entered, holding a large black scythe and a thick, tattered, leather-bound tome. He walked up to the front bar, his footsteps silent, only the clink of the scythe on the floor making any noise. He sat down at the nearest stool, and leaned his scythe against the bar, the book in his lap. He then flipped his hood down to reveal... A young adult stallion with a dark gray coat. His mane and tail were short and well-kempt, colored navy blue with a streak of pure white. His eyes were an unnatural red, but the glasses on his face showed the real color if one were to look through the lenses, minty green.

Gerald *sits up straight and smiles at Eruption.* "Hello ma'am. May I have a raspberry flavored beverage?" *his voice had a slight lilt to it, adding the overall cheery tone of his voice.*</p>