*Ivana storms back into the bar and walks behind the counter, she has a look or pure evil in here eyes as she stares at Tharog. She picks up a bottle and smashes it over his head.*
"Get out from behind my bloody bar!"
*She slumps down on her stool before looking at Morton and giving him a dark look. She then surveys the bar for her next victim.*
Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid. - David Hackworth (1930 - 2005)
The Oldest member of the Legion walks, or drags his sorry self into the Bar. Albert Knowles is a gaunt, tall, and intimidating kind of person, who walks with a slight limpy swagger. The bar is his favorite haunt, and the bottle his consistent love. He doesn't really care for the other members of the Legion, as they are so different from him, the gap is too great.
He picks the corner seat, asks for the usual rum, and begins drinking, stretching out his long legs.
Voss stepped into the bar with a rather big arse grin on his face, with three other figures following him. The first two were Legionnaires, Star Colonel Dagon and Allison, but the third just a small time Hacker. He briefly worried if he were making a mistake, but by that time it was too late. He sat down at a table, the others doing the same. Only a part of the place was a bar, afterall.
"So Sam, tell me.. where DO I know that name from? Sorry, isn't exactly my strong point."
Before he could respond, one of the waitresses approached the table to take their orders...
"I'll take a nice juicy steak, medium rare. Twice baked potato on the side, and an ice cold mug of Legion ale. And she'll have..."
He glanced over at Allison, not wanting to make her wait any longer to eat. Dealing with pissed off hungry women wasn't one of his strong points either.