He was taking a long sip of his drink and staring over at some interesting people to his left, so intently that he did not even notice the woman until she spoke and was already sitting down.
Drink still to his lips, pretending to drink, his eyes snap over to the now sitting woman, who is still talking, and now telling him to buy her a drink (with a rather assertive tone that he finds attractive in most ladies).
When she makes some quip about him losing his tongue, he finally puts drink down, leans towards the woman, and gives her his most charming grin.
[font=Book Antiqua][color=#888888]"I might have, willing to help me find it?"
He raises an eyebrow and winks the other eye. Looking away briefly, he raises a hand to get the bartender's attention, shows one finger, and points at his drink.
[font=Book Antiqua][color=#888888]"As far as how sweet I think you are, I haven't even gotten your name, let alone had the chance to try a taste. My name is Alexander Nagy the First. A pleasure, I know."
<span style="color:#999999">"There are many ways this could go wrong. Let's try them all."</span>
''Rosabelle Brimstone , but call me Rosa.
So what brings you to this corner of sirius , and please put off that goofy bandana , you remind me of my dad.''
[font=Book Antiqua][color=#888888]"Brimstone! That's a nice unique name, I rather like it."
"Regarding my head wear, it sounds like your father is a man who knows how to enjoy life, and I'm not at all surprised you would compare me to him."
"Now, if you want me to remove it, then it would only be fair for you to remove something as well, don't you think? And for it to be a completely equal exchange, it should be something that reminds me of my father as well.
That shirt you have on reminds me of him.
He worked in a clothing store, you see."
At this time Alexander looks towards the bar, and as he does he sees the barkeep set down another drink like his own on the bar, apparently expecting someone to go and get it.
[font=Book Antiqua][color=#888888]"Ah, I shall do you the additional honor of going and bringing your drink for you, Rosa, and once I get back we can perhaps come to an agreement on our clothing. Then I can answer your more personal questions."
He slides out of his seat, stands up, bows his head to Rosa a bit, then casually walks to the bar for the drink.
<span style="color:#999999">"There are many ways this could go wrong. Let's try them all."</span>
Alexander reaches the bar, and just as he is reaching for the drink (this one seems even more fruity, sweet, and colorful than the last) his personal comm-unit notifies him of a message.
Standing at the bar, he quickly reads through the message, murmuring to himself occasionally while he does ([font=Book Antiqua][color=#888888] "...all three?... Kansas, Colby... Smurf?..." ). Once finished, he pauses and stares at nothing (his face turned down towards the drink), going through numerous thoughts in his head.
Suddenly he makes a [font=Book Antiqua][color=#888888]"Hmph." sound, blinks, and looks from the new drink in front of him to the Bartender.
[font=Book Antiqua][color=#888888]"The lady I was sitting with over there wanted this, could you bring it to her? I regrettably must be going immediately. Excellent drink, by the way, I will be sure to refer people here." And with that said, Alexander turned and quickly, but calmly, walked out of the bar.
([font=Book Antiqua][color=#888888] "I hope Rosa didn't ask me to buy her a drink because she had no credits. That was an expensive drink, and I'd feel bad for that good barman if he could not get payed." ) he thought to himself while heading towards his ship.
<span style="color:#999999">"There are many ways this could go wrong. Let's try them all."</span>
A man walks in wearing a purple, hooded, slightly armoured jumpsuit. He looks around, smiles, and sits down at the bar, ordering a drink.
"It's good to be home," he says with a smile when his drink arrives. He turns around and continues a visual sweep of the bar, reading faces and subconsciously scanning for potential threats and determining counter-offensive tactical manoeuvres.
"ive got her tab,she can get what she pleases" Jimmy spoke u as he caught the hooded man entering the bar outta the corner of his eyes he took a mental note of where he sat and casually walked off to a table if the man was a threat to him and activly after him he would see it as jimmy trying to gain a Tactical advantage to the others in the bar he ws simply moveing to a table.
"gimme a burger as well" he said to the barman
Barrier could be dangrous jimmy ws allways but never wanted any trouble,if it came to trouble though he was allways prepared,even if he dident look
//not trying to start anything jims simply a former soldier i wont start anything if you dont
The man let his hood fall back, revealing black spiked hair. He watched people come in and out, passing by and watching him. He enjoyed people-watching; it relaxed him and let him unwind. The drinks, of course, helped with that.
Occasionally, people would say something along the lines of "Long time no see, Petrov," or, "I thought you were dead." He would return the greeting and continue to view the scenery of sorts that the Lone Drunkard offered... including the scenery of a more feminine, curvaceous kind. He couldn't help himself, being stuck out on a rock for what seemed like generations.
He set his glass down on the bar and tapped the counter for a refill.
Izzy pushed her way into the Lone Drunkard yet again. She never quit understood why she came to the bar, but she inevitable found herself heading here whenever she felt like getting away from Liberty. Though the flight was annoying, with the Colonial Republic just a hop, skip, jump over at Pecos.
Jill, who's been entering the Lone Drunkard for the first time, as well as being grounded since she's lost her ship and without money to buy herself anything even close to a spacecraft, took a seat on one of the bar stools just in front of the bar-counter, muttering something to herself.
"What a piece of junk this station is ... I love it."
She ordered herself a glass of whiskey right away, before flicking out her smokes, putting one to her mouth and lighting it.