Club Discordia, Sin's After Hours

[Heraklion]

She finishes her dish and thinks for a moment "I think you would get the best result by simply sending a message to the Gallic Royals in general and ask for an audience with the person in charge." She stands up very sudden "Excusez-moi, I have to go. uhm, powder my nose." That being said she walks towards the restroom and enters it.

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[Heraklion]

She returns after a couple of minutes and seems to be in a hurry "Excusez-moi but I have to leave, I have just received a call from the Discordia about our Kusari guest. Apparently they know something more." She bows her head a bit "Merci for the dinner, next time it's on me."

As she is about to leave she turns around again "Uhm, how would you like me to keep you updated on this situation? On Fnordnet or by a secured message?"

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[Doc Holliday]

Doc rose from the table. "Let's keep it on secure channels for now until we know more," he suggested.
He then stood her hand in both of his and smiled, "Thank you for taking the time to meet with me."
He let her go and motioned to the waiter.

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[Heraklion]

She smiles "The pleasure was all mine monsieur." She then elegantly walks to the exit and leaves the bar.

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[Pacificator]

Still smelling of oil and with grease stain on his hands, Enron walked in the Sin's after hours Zoner club he heard so much about...

Hello dirty boy ! Greeted him one of the passing by girls.
You may want to washes your hands before you even dream of touching me... She said with a mischievous smile and a wink.

Even in my wildest dream I wasn't gonna touch you ! He answered jokingly.

But I could definitely do with a clean up. I just fixed up the Incan.Roads from the scratches and bruises the Galic Navy inflicted her in my endeavor. You know how it is... you spend so much time with your hands in the engine you start to forget the grease that's on them !

No, I don't. It's gotta be a Junker thing, or maybe just a male thing. Boys with their toys !

She showed him a door and disappeared on her noisy hills. Now that's the kind of welcome I could get used to. He though for himself. And I though these followers of Eris were your usual puritans, religion orientated broom up the ass kinda monks, but I see I was gravely mistaken... No wonder they asked me to get these. Thinking of the wine and cigars he was to drop around.

Freshen up - as best as Junker can be - he then made his way to the bar.

I got a present for you guys ! He said loudly, getting the tenant's attention.
I was said that you wouldn't spit on some of those...

He then revealed a crate he was carrying :

Oh man, tell me it's not this cheap Rheinland piss that you've got there. Asked someone at the bar.

It certinly isn't ! Answered Enron. See for yourselves. And he opened a bottle a lit up a cigar.

The girl from before came trough and took both... She took a couples of puffs from the cigar in a...very female way and then brought the wine to her lips while closing her eyes...

Definitely not the Rheinlanders vinegar... This comes straigth from Galia or I'm a virgin... She said..

So, I've got a full load of it for you there. He said pointing at a pile of crates waiting outside the Bar.. It's already been paid for, you may thank one of your Popes, JhC, who sent me to get those... Where should I bring them ?

Don't hassle dirty boy. Said the women. Some staff will take care of that. Time for you to rest and enjoy...
That I can surely do... He said, lighting a cigars for himself and pouring another glass of wine...

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[Duvelske]

As Moniek Cole sees the wine she cant control herself. She stopped drinking because of Ryan Cole. But now he is born. She is a littlebit in a mood for a glas of wine.. "Well 1 glas won't do any harm she notices JhC and she thanks him. "Thank you very much! I must say it is been a while for me with my last glas of wine. But 1 glas won't hurt anyone. She drinks her glas. And heads to Richard Cole.

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[Blackstarr]

Two men dressed in Coalition Trader Uniforms walked into the bar, each of them carrying a large wooden crate.

Steven: "Delivery for Doc Holliday"

He said in a heavy german accent, putting his crate down on the counter and opening the lid. Inside were 100 bottles of the Coalition's finest vodka.

Steven: "The other crate has 100 as well. That said, Drinks all around! My treat"

He placed some money on the counter

"Steven: "That should cover the cost of anyone's drinks. If it isnt enough, Ill be over at that booth there"

He pointed at the booth then grabbed a bottle for himself. The two traders then went and sat down at a table and poured themselves each a glass of the Vodka.

[Sabru]

Skarsi and his crew walk into the closed and dusty Club Discordia.

"Okay boys," Skarsi said, as he turned to look at the crew. "i've spoken to Doc and he's given the ok to get this place going again. We've got a lot of work to do.

As Skarsi walks around the bar, he delegates jobs to the rest of the crew.

"Fith, you and Aeska get the boys down here and clean this place up." he says, as he wipes a hand along the dusty bar.

"Aye, captain." Fith says as he and Aeska leave to gather the rest of the crew.

"Longfang, go see if there are any stocks of alcohol left. I'll start sending messages out to get some more stock."

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[Doc Holliday]

Doc took a seat at a table near a wood fireplace at the far wall. It was his favorite seat for the atmosphere of the flames of the fireplace. The old world smell of burning wood and the fact that he could see everything around him made it ideal. No one could enter or leave without him seeing them.

He sat nursing a drink, awaiting what he would hope would be the arrival of the Rheinland doctor he had spoke at length with in space. They had much in common. Science, medicine, foreign languages and good taste with beverages. He didn't know for sure if he would show but he had time, going through files as he waited. While there were a few of the usual station patrons scattered around the room, he was left alone.

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[Mr.Fabulous]

"Ay, Carumba..."

In came a woman of long black glistening hair, smooth oval face and neatly-pointed chin that complemented her lusciously-soft tanned skin, and angled almond eyes that gazed calmly, but daringly around the room. Sometimes, the left eye's iris would change colors, but that was something only those that looked straight into her stare would notice.

You'd think that along with her pristinely-shaped curves and the way she poised herself passionately to the heavens, that she also was one of the Club's dancing girls. But alas, she was apparently a pilot, wearing an ebony-black flight suit that, strangely enough, clung to her womanly body like loose spandex. She had a gun-belt with no pistol, understandable what with the Klingon guards outside doing their jobs.

She looked around as she walked into the loud, colorful bar, murmuring under her breath, "... I wonder if I'll bump into Conny here? Haven't seen the hermana in a long while."

When she found a seat and helped herself, she looked around again and tried to take in the sites and sounds of what was the representation of Discordianism. Truly magnificent, she thought. Beats being in a place like Trafalgar, that's for sure. I just hope they've go--

But the moment her eyes fell upon the humbly-illustrious Doc Holliday, the el presidente of the TAZ, in the flesh, reading what looked to be some papers to himself, that's when her heart skipped a beat. She remembered she had some... questions to ask of him, but conflicts in scheduling sure made that nigh impossible. To top it off, he was alone on the table, and she herself was seated only a stone's throw away. Maybe she should take this Madre Mia-given moment to approach him.

Si... Now's not the time to act all hesitant! Just as one of the waiters was just about ready to ask the lady of her drinks, she stood up and slowly approached the Doc, swerving deftly through the tables, chairs and crowds that stood in her way.

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