[PS] Undrafted Meeting Grounds

[Paragus]

The couch started to take the mold of the saiyan's muscular frame. He continued clicking the remote at the T.V like a mindless zombie looking for something decent to watch. A taste of stale original potato chips filled the fighter's tastebuds. Paragus gave a quick glance around the room and noticed the populus had gone up. Among the new faces was Yamcha, the arrogant fighter he met in Baba's castle and then fought to a grueling stalemate.

"I gotta move" the saiyan said as he forced himself out of his comfortable sofa seat.

The lounge seemed bustling with conversation between different warriors from all over the universe. Paragus crept over to the bar area where he took a seat all the way at the far end of the long bar stand. He extended his hand and gently tapped two knuckles against the rich mahogony.

"What can I getcha" The bartender said while cleaning a glass for the saiyan to use.

"Just a water, please" The saiyan responed laying his head down on the stand.

Comin right up" The tender said as he took the mug and walked in the beverage area of the bar.

The curious sayain swung himself around on his rotatable bar stool and began to look at the fighters once more. Yamcha was still sitting on one of the many sofas throughout the lounge, he was also still sitting next to the cloaked Namekian. He swung back around just in time to recieve his water. Each sip was more and more refreshing then the last.

"I might as well live it up while im here cuz there wont be too much living from now on" The saiyan said to himself contemplating whether or not to switch his drink to hard liquor.

OOC: Short, but just to get Para doing something. Im at the bar if ya wanna talk