I don't own Digimon.
Before he even had chance to get away from the door, there was another knock, and then another and then another. "Be patient," he chanted to himself as he reached for the handle. Twisting it, he opened the door with a smile.
A group of five people stood in front of him. Two were young, two slightly older and the last was clearly an adult. "Hey, I'm Yoshi. I'm dressed as a cat." The ginger girl tugged at her 'costume'. It was a tight fitting short black cocktail dress. "This is Marcus, and Thomas." She pointed at a boy with longer brown hair first in a dinosaur costume and then to the blonde haired boy dressed as a wolf second. They were squabbling and physically fighting in front of the two well behaved children at the back.
"I Keenan," the boy with dark skin announced. He was dressed as some sort of bird with face paint that didn't seem to match the costume.
"And I am Kirsty," the girl eloquently said, making her words a lot clearer than her male companion. In contrast to the boy, dressed as a black bird, she was dressed as a bright pink bird.
The two boys stopped fighting for a second, noticing they were being watched.
"Hey, I'm the barman here, I'll go find some—"
The girl grabbed his white shirt, pulling him close. "Alcohol, please. Anything. I desperately need it," she hissed in his ear, slipping a note into his trouser pocket.
The barman nodded and walked back into the bar.
When he returned, he brought a bottle of fizzy lemonade, an apple, a chocolate bar he had planned to eat, and a bag of sweets that were at least a year old.
The eldest girl looked a little disappointed, and a little angry.
"Check again." The barman said, handing her the bag as he put everything in.
She looked down and obviously saw the bottle of vodka and grinned. Winking, she said, "Thank you."
"You two, have this apple!" she yelled at the older males.
"I don't want it!" Marcus yelled.
"Just have it!" Yoshi threw the apple.
Thomas caught it. "I suppose I'll have—"
"I want it!" Marcus reached for it and the fighting began anew.
Yoshi sighed. "Come on, guys." She handed the bag of sweets to Keenan and Kirsty and withdrew the bottle of vodka, taking a big gulp before they walked off.
Sighing, the barman closed the door. Surely there was no more?
Who will grace The Barman with their presence next?