Falco Lombardi whistled as he walked into his new tavern, extending his arms out as he folded them, smirking. "It took me a long while, but I finally convinced Master Hand to let me have a tavern. And man, does it feel good."
Falco proceeded to head forward, taking his place behind the wooden counter as he rubbed his feathery hand on it, mumbling in happiness as Fox McCloud walked in, his face shocked as he watched his avian friend rub the counter.
"...I'll... just be going." Fox stated as he then dashed out of the tavern, feeling awkward.
Falco rolled his eyes as he shook his head. "Figures that you would be against me enjoying myself." He stated as he grabbed one of the bottles of alcohol placed there, opening it up and pouring some wine into an empty glass that was conveniently there as he took a sip of it, sighing. "This... is going to be good."
"...So why did you decide to open up a tavern anyway?" Wolf O' Donnell asked, deciding to be the first patron of Falco's Tavern, with it being past midnight at the Smash Mansion, the clock in the entrance room having struck midnight several seconds ago.
"Oh, it's simple, really. It's so I can be able to enjoy myself and talk to others without having to go into a cockpit and listen to Slippy, Peppy, Krystal, and Fox all screaming nonsense into my head," Falco remarked as he proceeded to shift through the various bottles.
"...So, bird brain, do I have to pay?" Wolf asked as he pulled out a black purse, with some wolf stamps on it. "Because I don't have much..."
"Oh, tonight is on the house. Don't fret." Falco remarked as he began juggling some of the bottles. "What drink will you take?"
"...Scotch. Leave the ice." Wolf snapped as he closed his eyes, shaking his head. "I was skeptical about coming here since you just started, but I need a drink to get that embarrassing match I just had out of my mind..."
Falco nodded, and he proceeded to pour Wolf a scotch as the two space animal fighters began talking, with Wolf drinking away as he tried to keep his posture. Falco always tried to keep things going his way, and whenever it did, it was great. He has made his fighting style more unique as the years went by in the frequent Smash Bros tournaments, and now, he had a new calling for him within the confines of his tournament related residence. Where anyone, fighter or not, could come in, chill, and relax... so long as they didn't have a bone to pick with anyone, that is. Falco loved any chance he could get to kick ass within his own tavern, on the grounds that he could use tactics he'd rarely use in combat.
"And that's how I managed to get this place up and running," Falco concluded, as it turned out he was retelling a particular group of drinkers on how he got his tavern in the first place.
"Seems like you've got a good place here," Arceus stated as he nodded his llama shaped head, while being able to drink his cup in spite of lacking a mouth.
Dry Bowser stirred his cup around as he murmured. "Did it really occur like that? I could have sworn there were more details in there..."
"Heh... why would I want to bother with stuffing in my story with unneeded content?" Falco casually explained as he was cleaning an empty glass with a cocky smirk.
Gruntilda Winkybunion rolled her eyes after sipping her drink. "Seems to me that you're bluffing. What do you have hiding from us?"
"Most likely something that isn't worth it..." Dr. Hoshi explained, the purple raptor in the white lab coat getting a glare cast at him by Falco, causing him to shrug in response. "What? I'm just hypothesizing."
Falco sighed as was about to grab some fresh bottles of drinks to pour, when suddenly the tavern was smashed into pieces from Godzilla falling on it, who was battling the Rhedosaurus in an epic brawl of the kaiju.