Chris shakes his head. "Well, isn't this fun. I finaly meet another person who understands me, and one of teh two dosn't even talk" Chris turns towards the two "Mind if I ask where your going after this?"
Jason passes a glance at Leroy, before immediately opening the little fridge under the bar and pulling out a can of cold, unmarked beer. He hopped over the bar, walking over to Leroy and placing it on his table with a smile. "Sorry for keepin' you, bit busy today."
Peter, mechanic and weapons specialist of "Beethoven", Zack's indie transport, enters.
He stands near the entrance and looks for someone. Finally, he saw Zack, sitting in one of the many tables.
Peter fast walks next to him, and says something silently to him.
-Frak!- Shouted Zack. When he saw reactions of others in the bar, he fixed his necktie and continued.- What do you mean, melted?
-Melted, thats all... just melted...- Said Peter.
Both started to talk more loudly.
-You said, you checked rotors in morning!
-I did... Looks like it was caused by something else...
-Damn...-Zack sat silently for a while.-How much it will make to get another one?
-I think we could undock from in tomorrows evening...
-Hmm... Okay...-Sadly said Zack.-Go and mind your business.
-Aye.-Said Peter, then he walked away.
Zack looked frustrated, he checked the earphone, but call was hanged, then he took them from ears and thrown them away in rage.
-Where is the frakkin' bartender?! Can't someone COME?! GODS' DAMN IT!
Lavinia looked at Chris again, before finally mustering the courage. She stepped out timidly from behind Alison, and, still holding her hand, stepped forward a little, looking at Chris.
"I'm...i'm Lavinia...h-hello..." she said, timidly, still ready to disappear behind Alison at a moment's notice.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Jason shook his head. "Kid, look around ya, and look at the one of me... It might take a while, just sit tight, okay?" He pushed the beer up toward him. "Anyway, free of charge."
Zack didn't reacted to words, said by bartender. He took some kind of pill from his pocket, and put it in his mouth. From his face mimic it was obvious- these pills had terrible taste.