Hally's Juices

A bar that scientifically breaks the laws of actual science is run by an AI, a virus, and a cybernetic alcoholic. It has secrets and carries guests from all over, but they welcome all who don't come to destroy it. Hilarity doesn't quite ensue, but stuff happens. After all, this bar is a chain restaurant that exists across every timeline, so nothing is impossible.

"From dragons to cyborgs to teenagers, this place welcomes all and defends all neutrally. We hope you'll enjoy your stay and we will see you next time!"

Hey. It's Shred. Hi. This is my first real "story." I hope to have fun, I guess.

Here's a sneak peek on what would eventually happen:
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"I have to respect you on this, young man, but you honestly take me for a fool and I find that a little insulting. Cezium and water? You could've at least planted a bomb under the balcony instead of ordering such elements," Suzy said with a soft sigh. "I would've been fine with even trying to tear apart the wall, column by column. Order a gauntlet of infinite power, or a ring of ultimate strength. Anything aside from what you just asked for would've been a far better choice, in my opinion."

The boy didn't even glance up at her. He wasn't about to associate any of himself with this lady, it seemed. Suzy didn't really mind, however. She liked the openness of this man. Any attempt to rid the building of its former role was an attempt Suzy could learn from. The girl opposite to him didn't seem to agree with upholding such a presence, however.

"Excuse him, 'kay? He's a nice guy, but..."

"No, I'm not," He replied again, pulling his hood further over his eyes, his bangs successfully pulling out a look suggesting a darker theme behind his face. Suzy nearly scoffed at such a trope.

"Well, I do hope you enjoy the rest of your time. I don't plan for the destruction of this establishment for quite some time, after all."