Markiplier walked into the late night bar and looked around at the room full of patrons. As he glances around the room he noticed that most patrons where occupying the various tables around the room, there where surprisingly few people at the bar yet they all where lords he knew well. Mark walked up to the bar taking a stool next to his partner, Jacksepticeye, on his other side was lord Pewdiepie chatting with Cry.
"Hey, Mark! Took ye long enough. Minx talkin' with ye again?" Jack said loudly as usual.
"Hiya Jack, sorry I took so long. Not exactly we got some new recruits and they got lost in the west wing, and of course as the head guard, I had to help track them down."
"Again? Isn't that like, the third time this week." Cry said, then as an afterthought "I told Minx that you should have maps of the place even if it's just so the newbies can learn their way around easier."
"Fourth actually Cry, and I brought that up a few times as well but I guess she has her reasons." Mark responded shrugging.
"Seriously! The castle ain't that big." Jack said exasperated. Felix looked away stifling a laugh as was ken. Mark just rolled his eyes at them, after a moment cry cleared his throat from behind the bar catching everyone's attention.
"So, what'll it be tonight Mark?" Mark raised his brow for a moment confused he then realised he was talking about drinks.
"Oh um, I think I'll take a mint fire tonight. No garnish please."
"Coming right up." Cry said as bottles began to float from there places on the shelves behind him. Any one that you asked who had ever visited the late night bar would always say that seeing the vox bar tender work was mesmerising.