Good Ol'Conversations

Grave walked into the tavern and took a seat on one of the free stools by the bar. "Yo bar keep! A glass of you finest apple juice if you would." The bartender raised his eyebrow as to why this kid was in his bar in the first place but he thought he'd might as well just give the kid his apple juice.

--Marta walked into the tavern, only to find a familiar face. She didn't know him, or did she? Marta couldn't remember, so she took a seat next to the guy.-- "Hmm, Marta thinks she has seen you before, but Marta isn't sure...anyway, Hi Marta is Marta!"

Grave looked up from the table toward the girl that had approached him while he too tired to rember where he's seen this girl from. "I'm Grave! ^^ Nice to meet you Marta."