"Err... Yeah. Hm. Let's not talk 'bout it, 'kay? Again." She replied.
Ethan laughed and drank the screwdriver. James stiffled a laugh, but he couldn't, and laughed out loud.
"Oh gods. What a night. Glad i ain't remembering much."
She grabbed her glass and drank it in one gulp. The two men looked at each other and laughed again.
Kall placed the glass on the table and loaded it again with JD.
She looked at them both.
"By the way, we just dried the Hessian contract." She smilled and all of them drank their glasses in celebration.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
"O'Reilly! One of your male strippers is sleeping on the job."
When the bar keep looks over at the table full of Reavers, he sees one of his newly hired male strippers laying in a pool of his own blood one table over.
"Mercier you prick, I just hired that man." O'Reilly raged."Silver and Amethyst weren't satisfied with his package, so I fired him. Send him for a space walk will ya."
Just as soon as he finished yelling at the bar keep, Lemon comes running at the table with a bottle of JD held over his head, smiling at Silver. Kall just smiles back, dropping her data pad on the table as it comes on, then catching Lemon in the groin with a rocks glass she throws him over the table, then turns and slams the bottle of JD down on Cobalt's face, who was only steps behind Lemon.
Well well well.
A bounty on me. For working for Corsairs.. Go figure. Couldn't you at least get a decent excuse, you sorry excuse of a man? And 5 millions? Please. Don't insult me.
Carmine makes his way over to the table from the bar, curious as to why Kall was throwing Lemon and Cobalt around. "What is all................ah $%&^." gasping as Kall kicks him in the groin. "What the #$@# was that for you wench!?" That's for blowing up Lazuli's favorite doll. I'll see you around... Hone. Kall reached to turn the data pad off but was form tackled by both Cobalt and Lemon. Ethan leaned over the edge of the table, "She likes it on top guys."
Steve 'Sapphire' Holloway yawned exaggeratedly as he entered the bar, the trip from Omegas to the Mercrosis was long and the radiation levels in his body were worrying (courtesy of Omega 11). Actually, they weren't worrying at all.
"Give me whatever you think that may burn a stomach, pal." He ordered to the bartender. Then he glanced around the place, spotting his yokemates, the dancing poles and the rest of the party going on there. Not in the mood. He took a deep gulp of the glass he just got served. "To hell with the clinic..."
Kall spotted Steve entering the bar in the middle of the whole party.
One of the dancers was trying to get her in the sack, moving all around her, touching her here and there.
She was tempted, but..
He looked a lot alike her dead husband.
So, she sent her fist flying against his jaw as he went to kiss her as she falsely beckoned him.
He fell from the table into the floor.
"Great. More space for the booze. Keep them comming, O'Reilly!" She shouted.
Steve looked at the bunch from afar, and Kall looked at him.
"Ey, Halloway! Get your butt in here!"
James shouted from the other end of the booth.
The party was raging and Jed was shredding his harmonica alongside the band.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
"Damnit where's the black absinthe here?" Steve asked to the bartender as he finished his glass. Right after the bartender served him a shot of absinthe, Steve grabbed both the bottle and the shot glass and dived into the party madness.
"Blood spilled all over the place, a flying bra... Oh boy, this is awesome!" He took a seat next to his buddies and gulped the absinthe shot down, shaking his head wildly and waved the bottle, almost cracking it over the head of somebody he'd not reach to recognize. "Riiiight, now can somebody tell me when is that damn contract in Omegas gonna end? I'm glowing green from that bloody radiation!"
It's quiet, parties had raged and faded and for now the bar and clinic is more or less asleep (except for someone getting a root canal over in the 'clinic').
James breaks the silence by carting in a gaudy machine and plugging it into a power outlet on the wall. Then he cranks it to life.
A loud sound awoke Ethan; rolling to his left to see what the noise was, "What is tha......." falling from the table his face met the floor with a thud. Lifting himself up he noticed he wasn't wearing any cloths. Glancing around he only noticed empty bottles, glasses, and wrappers. What the hell happened last night, he thought to himself.
Stumbling to the bar and taking a seat, "O'Reilly, you know where my cloths are?" "You didn't have any when you got here." Sighing, "Well.......you've any idea where I was before I got here?" "Do I looked like your keeper Mercier? Where do you usually find your clothes?" "You're no help O'Reilly, what did we hire you for?"
Pulling a bottle of wine from the bar, O'Reilly popped the cork and sat it in front of Ethan, "Quit your whining." Laughing Ethan picked up the bottle and turned it up right before heading for the the door. On his way out, "Who was working last night?" "Candy, Serenity, Devon, Sophie, Kora, Cora, and Alexis," replied the bar keep. "Diamond it is!" mused Ethan as he exited the bar.
The way she walked told people she was pissed.
The way her eyes were fuming told people she was very pissed.
The way she punched one of the dancers that came to her the moment she got in, told people she was pretty much off limits.
She walked to a booth and sat there.
Placing her feet over the table, one could see one of her boots was covered in dry blood and dirt.
One of the waitresses came to her.
Cora.
Good looking, willing, and probably enjoying her job and the pay.
"Cora, get me a bottle of Jack and a glass. Tell people to stay the frack away or else i'll rip their throats off just for principle." She shouted.
Cora smirked and went to the bar. Not soon afterwards, she placed a bottle of Jack Daniels and a glass.
"Thanks."
Kalliste grabbed the bottle, poured some in the glass and gulped it.
The burn felt right, and her mood melowed a bit.
Until she reminded herself why she was there.
"Why the frack Crimson gave the company to me? And where are the gorram trainees?"
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
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