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Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Veygaar - 09-13-2011
Slade enters the room with silence, he doesn't say a word. He see's Silver at the booth, and quietly takes a seat... He only asks one question, the rest he waits to be told.
Am I the only one?
Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Zapp - 09-14-2011
James stumbles in.
"Where the $%#& have I been the last few days?" he says, louder than necessary and rubbing his head. He looks over at Kall, shrugs at her obvious bad mood, then looks at the other guy. "And who the $%#& are you?"
Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Venkman - 09-17-2011
Razer Vega in.
I get into a bar and saw.........i saw........ohh i can't remember.Maybe i was drunk.....no,maybe,yeah.
After a hours of fightning around the Leeds i get into a bar.......ah &^%* i can't remember what bar..oh i remember what i saw i saw a two men calling me and they said:
Man1:Hey you....give me the bottle of Wiskey.
Man2:Hick....yes..Hick...bring that to our table..hick...and drink with us.
ME:Sorry i don't drink.
Man2:Hahahaa
Then i left and get out....of the bar....yes.
Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Dusty Lens - 09-18-2011
It was his first time through the door. Which was saying something, given that he'd covered a fair bit of the initial tab in regards to the clinic... Or had he? Mighta been that he had skipped out on actually paying for the OSI shipment of goods.
Well. The intention was there. Good intentions couldn't pay for much but popular rumor had it they made for great admission tokens past the pearly gates.
It looked like a typical ****ty bar. Not much to speak of, nice in its utlity. Clearly it was a place to sit down and tie one on, not a lot chance for karaoke night or birthday parties in its future. Maybe it'd be worth to do the joint up for christmas, let bodies think extra hard about what they'd left behind. Might boost drink sales.
Not that they needed it, from the looks of the new commander in drink over at the bar muttering her way through a bottle.
Good lord Silver, I haven't seen such furious wanking since I was twelve.
He (Copper, of local repute) sauntered over to an adjacent spot at the bar, bystepping the various other muttering blokes littering the spot between point A and its good friend point B.
Now what's gone and gotten you so butthurt that you've gotta go and take a swing at the working staff?
Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Silver - 09-18-2011
Copper was a pleasure to see on her uneasy eyes. Lately her life went 180º and she wasn't happy with it.
"Hello, Copper.." Kalliste grabbed a glass and poured over some Jack into it. With a quick flinch of the wrist, the glass skid over to Copper's hand.
"Hell if i know. Work? Lot's of work? More work? Bad fracking dreams and an unpleasant feeling?"
She gulped the contents of her glass.
"Why the hell Crimson threw me this pickle onto my lap i still wonder."
Kalliste smirked.
Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Dusty Lens - 09-18-2011
He cracked a grin and tapped the glass once against the bar. Just to feel his jaw work one more time 'afor the nice lady who just handed him a drink possibly decided to crack it for him.
Well to give it to you straight... The technical tall and short of it is that I gave it to you.
He killed the shot. Rest in peace friend, like those before, like those to follow.
Crimson hasn't been swinging the bat around here for ages, gent just had his name above the door for sake of convenience. I picked up the ball and ran with it, not to mix metaphors, not too long after showing up to stave off going mad with boredom. Not being officially in charge just seemed like a nicer state of affairs.
He rolled the empty glass between his hands while looking down Cora's way, aiming to order something up a little more to taste.
Granted, you did get to labor under such an advantage for a couple of months there. Why? The burdens of your day job getting you under? Want to just slink on back to playing point and shoot?
Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Silver - 09-18-2011
His words fell like a hammer on her stomach. And it wasn't the whisky doing that.
It was reality.
For months that her boss just filed some memo's and shiz. Nothing major.
All ops and hunts had Copper's signature and style.
"So.. You decided to hand it over to me. Not to be a name at the door anymore."
Her hand felt cold. Same old, same old. Death was coming.
Slow. But powerful.
The itchy nagging feeling on her head was getting stronger by the day.
If only she could scratch that with a man and enough booze, it would all be dandy.
Gods knows she tried over and over again these past weeks.
"Work. Ye. Loads of it. This fracking piece of junk we call of a ship is collapsing, making me want to throw it at Yuma. We need more people shooting and killin' to get more funds. We need to get a frackload of things, and i mean a fracking decent base for us to work from. I need someone to get the job hunting out of my head, since i can't be arsed to get contracts anymore between paperwork and shootin' people for a livin'.."
She sighed while looking at her empty glass.
"Plus, i get this nagging feeling all the time that a gigantic clusterfrack is 'bout to happen. And i don't mean regular war. I mean real gorram Death with the cloak and scythe is commin'."
The bottle was almost empty. Her soul was already empty since Hughes died. All she had was killin' and partying for shiz and giggles. But even now, it didn't felt the same.
"But for all that's worth, i'm glad you're here, boss."
She winked and smirked back at Copper.
Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Venkman - 09-18-2011
I wake up and my head had hut me badly.I go to the weapon dealer to buy some stuff for my Bombie i spent a lot of money but it worth.
My head still hurt me,but i am.......strong....yes.
I undocked from the base and start fly...fly...fly....drink...drink again fly.Then i saw......i saw.....ahh...damn drink i can't remember....nevermind.After flying...flying...drinking and flying i dock on base and get into a bar.
Again i saw.....oh yes i saw those two guys sitting and drinking,and they said to me.....
Man1:'Ello boy...hick...come...hick...and drink with us....hick.
Me:No..hick...no i don't drink...hick.
Man2:Yeah i see that.....hick.
Man1:HAAHAHAHAHA!!
Me:What is so funny?
Man1:You you are p*^$#^
Me:What?
The i draw a gun and shoot in his head hahaha......i am a killer...hick
Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Enojado - 09-18-2011
Carmine walks into the bar. Surprisingly sober...
She walks over to the far side of the room, super-glues a large sign to the wall and vanishes before a minute has passed.
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Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic - Dusty Lens - 09-18-2011
Troubles were better listened to than preached, so he was thankful for a moment of reminder that he wasn't the only chap alive who wasn't feeling like sunshine hadn't been shining out of his backside for a spell. While he took in what Silver had in her headspace he pulled a smoke from a flightsuit pocket and waited for a break in the flow.
I used to run with the Xenos, in the somewhat wilder days of my youth. Such as it was.
He tapped the smoke twice against the bar and the tip flared to life, the future was awesome.
A lot of the problems were the same. Nowhere steady to put a foot down or patch things up properly. Logistics ran on the turnip and production system, parts and supplies awarded based on the ability to produce results. Sometimes the juice for a job wasn't worth the squeeze and you'd end up spending a month flying with half a wing on your ship just trying to nail enough undergunned freighters to justify getting some materials.
He paused for thought while taking a drag.
But that's just how it worked. Sometimes you flew with half a wing for a bit and you avoided the big fights. Tried to make sure you didn't get yourself killed. Ignored the nits who think they're standing on the tall pillar, the folks who've either never had to bet it all or are too chicken **** to try.
That being said.... This ship really is a pile of ****, not sure why you reckoned on picking it up. Doubt it'll ever be a home. Which is just as well. Don't try to make it a home. Spread what you've got around. I know the Reavers aren't running anywhere to flatline in tems of funds, we're just spread hyper thin on support given how eccentric our armament is. As soon as you put down roots the other guy knows what to hack at. Going to be a ****ty day for the Company if someone's able to sink the home fort and leave us with baseball bats and spacesuits to get the job done.
That being said, you're doing fine. There's work a plenty right now and more to come in the future. Some folk are sore with us, but that'll ease up quickly enough if they decide they need someone to shoot. ****, we're working for the Outcasts. How many times do you reckon we flew against them hand in hand with the Colonials? They'll always be work so long as you've got the bodies and the ships.
He ashed and turned to look Silver in the eye.
You'll figure it out. It'll all come together. If you're afraid you'll get your fool ass killed in the process... Welp, I don't think anyone's ever been dragged back to the roost after quitting. If you're not feeling it just get out and enjoy the quiet life. Assuming someone with a chip on their shoulder, which I imagine counts as roughly three and a half nations by now, doesn't come looking to cash you out.