The bar, situated at the beach in Pirates Bay, was a "Brawler Bar" and not for the faint heartet. It was listed as a "push-zone" and it was legal to push other characters or inventory. It was all you could do, though. Push. Not break or do damage. These zones were relatively new zones, added to the gigantic map of Sphere. Other zones were safe zones. You could walk right thru another character. You could pick up an item and you could swing it. It would hit something and then nothing. Just like hitting a brickwall with a stick.These new zones were crowded, everybody wanted to try them out. And sure enough. Inside the bar, two characters were engaged in a sabre duel. One player wanted to be "authentic" and wore a wodden leg. The other one not quite as enthusiastic. No harm was done. The wooden legged pirate was lucky and had a good undeflected swing at the other. The one who was hit only moved a foot or two, to the side. Then they were at it again. It was a shame that the decor of the bar wasnt that fantastic. The usual outlay of bars in Sphere, only added a barrel or two, draped in fishing net. On the other hand, most users who frequented this particular bar these days, didn't care much for decorations. It was the mechanics of the "push-zone" that made their heart race.

A table, not in the corner and not in front row, was occupied by two ladies. The younger one with purple hair wildly ejecting from her skull. The mature one with an asymetric cut, that suited her face well. They both wore clothes of good taste, according their age and level of renegade blood running in their bodies. Four males approached the table, more or less images of each other. They went with biker outfits, not really suited for a pirates bar. On the other hand, they believed themself to be as outcasted as would they have been pirates. One was a bit taller, wider, heavier than the other bikers. He stood in front of the group, an inch away from the table.

- "Roses are red, eyes be black, both you Dikes, get the F out of here", the large male said.

- "How cute", the purple headed one said, "the barbershop boys are serenading us"

-"We'll serenade you with alright and then you'll be turned straight, no question about that". The males laughed.

-"Oh, I don't know about that. Don't you have to have some kind of real penis to be able to do that?", said the purple headed. The mature one let out a quiet sigh.

The young girl leaped from her sitting position into a standing one, in one fluid move. The other ones there, were amazed by this unseen move in Sphere. Then followed an unpretty performance of flailing limbs and a leg and it was as dumb as it sounds. All five characters pushed each other around and since a hit wasn't a hit, merely a one foot push, noone were able to follow up on their insults. As if they had made a silent agreement, all five found a chair and sat, the purple headed next to the mature one, just as before. Other people pushed their tables to where they belonged and soon it all looked as before, apart from four males and a female, trying to catch their breath. At that exact moment, the door opened and St1nt, followed by Tirpze, walked into the bar.