Spain sighed at the amount of drunks at his bar. Still, it brought in money which he needed. He just wished his Bartenders would stay sober.
England was intoxicated although he was still professional.
Scotland had apparently drunk himself sober; he was more curious, helpful and friendly than normal.
It was odd to see the Britains act so differently around alcohol. Ireland who was an excellent polite gentleman had managed to punch a customer, start a brawl with Scotland and pass out in the staff room.
The only one who hadn't drunk was Wales. Yet it was surprising he hadn't. He was talking loudly to all the customers, rattling on about rain, with speech so incoherent that even England was having trouble understanding the man. He's a friendly character all be it slightly hapless.
The indication that England was drunk was given by his overly friendly conversation with one of his customers. England is often trying to learn other languages but fails so expects everyone to speak English. His stubborn attitude can be annoying to most customers, although now he appeared to be speaking French.
France, who was sitting opposite with a glass of white wine but was sober, found his accent hilarious. Surely a man who has been speaking french for hundreds of years could get his accent right.
Still, France was happy; England was being nice to him, friendly, while speaking his language. He thought back to the last time England spoke his language, It wasn't exactly a friendly exchange of words.
The last french words he heard muttered out of his mouth was 'Ta mere'.
A Tall skinny blond came into eye shot of Scotland, who straightened his tie upon seeing her. Her dress certainly made her stand out, white wrapped under black ribbon. Just below the bust the ribbon was pulled tight into a large bow. The lower half then branched out, reaching just below the knee. Her pale face in the light revealed features matching that of a Russian Doll.
Or in this case a Belorussian doll.
Scotland offered to give the young lady a drink on the house; a white Russian. She wasn't amused.
She sad down as the sound of Dance music filled the scene. It was an interesting selection that seemed to alternate between slower and faster paced. This was most likely cause by the fact that the two DJs of the club were Romania an his identical twin brother Moldova. Romania of course hogging the music selection as much as he could.
Just a Belarus had been given the drink she ordered which according to her constituted as practically a soft drink, Vodka mixed with beer, a long haired gentleman sat next to her with a beaming smile.
"What do you want, Lith?" she asked reluctantly.