5 minutes ealier before the Grand Opening!........
Slot machines line each side of the entrance, some straight, some curved, theres a bar to the right, with 3 people gather'd around and no bartender.
One is holding a glass half full, black shirt + track pants, solid build, but not bulky, leaning back on a barstool, he strokes his moustache slowly, it was like a caterpillar under his nose, and stroking it gave him ideas or clarity, maybe even euphoria...
Next to him is a kinda pudgy fella, with a mean look to his face, about 30 years old or so, and overhanging belly pops out of his "Hawian" themed t-shirt, short curly red hair, that looks like its trying to crawl down his neck and chin, trying to puff on a smoke thats all but died.
Sitting down next to them hunched over some machinery contraption, is a small, quirky man wearing jeans and a checkered top, his flat hair looked like it had been cut with a bowl and spoon, Huge Glasses - Junker Style. Next to him was a "bag of allsorts", tobacco rollies, Synth Marijuana, and various small chips and machina.
The red head keeps getting up, looking through the tinted door windows at the crowd awaiting the Silver City Grand Opening.
Ricky.Swamp: "Aw man this is ripped" he mumbles
The quirky guy looks up from his tinkering - staring
Bubs: "What you think youee smokin. Candy?"
Rick paces from his seat to have another look and sighs
Ricky.Swamp: "....whats this fool want..." He begins pacing and rubbing his forehead and mumbling 1000 words per minute.
Bubs: "erhmgg its..not that. purple? squirrle again?....RICKY?!!? who you talking to there man" his voice trails off mumbling as well - tuning back into his contraptions
Ricky.Swamp: "ah just a screw head swear i can't get rid o him....@#$^%" he grunts as he kicks a barstool
The solid bloke in black suddenly puts down his drink and releases his moustache. As he walks over he watches Ricky pacing, as rick turned around a firm hand grasped his shoulder
David.Walker "RICKY, hey come on man this is the big day, no ones gonna cause any trouble just relax i'll take care of the security side o' things?! This is Junker territory not Liberty or Kusari nothing... Why don't you guys fall on back spliff up a few of them Synthies in your rollies?"
Bubs: "Daves right Ricky relax, but we stayin here NO WAY are we gonna miss this! Steves gonna @##$% himself when he see this crowd oohahahaha" Giggles bubs - it almost sounded like he was in pain when he laughed!
A Tall almost frail looking man enters, wearing a sharp Tux (Black with white shirt). A tight looking Goatee sits on the chin - balancing out the the ridge on top.
David Nods "Steve!"
Everyone gets up to greet Steve, even Bubs - snapping out of his daze for a moment.
Steve: "Still Drinking?"
David: "Y'know me never stop.." He winks and smiles before taking another sip from his glass.
Rick lent over to bubs, nudging him, which worked to no avail..."Bubs?! Smokes let go man"
Bubs " Ricky??"
Rick: "Smokes bubs comeon Steves big day?"
Bubs: "Aw come on Ricky he hardly ever touches the stuff" he looks at Steve then looks at the ground like nothing was happening
David: "Why don't ya ask him?" he said as he took the last sip of his drink "I'll grab us some drinks...." He rushed off like it was the idea of the century..
Steve nods at david then looks back at Bubs and Ricky. "Yeeah i better lay off the Synth hasn't even been a month since Yanagi"
Bubbles giggles again, looks around then trails off back into his contraption -whatever it was.
Ricky: "Well more for me comeon Bubs you rollin or what? lets go" He clapped
Bubs reached down into his bag of allsorts and proceeded to crush up some Synth and roll it up.
Meanwhile on the other side of the door, the crowd is eagerly chatting away loudly, it was mere minutes until the Silver City Opening. Most were dressed in casual or Tuxedoes - even some still in there padded suits, from local Junkers, Outcasts and Corsairs!, To Rogues and even some coperate looking groups with security escorts. Not that it was needed. Several teams of Junker security lads watched the crowd from the shadows, awaiting any sign of trouble. All wearing Tuxedos, Padded armour underneath and an assortment of stun and lethal weapons.
One man however looked like an old earth legend - Zorro, but instead of a mask he had a baggy hood covering his face and head - still with the hat on top. He must be here on some underworld business - the security had already had a quick talk and everything seemed to check out
Ships:
.:j:.El.Ron.Skarsle [Waran] ˜˜˜˜ .:j:.String [Conference]
.:j:.RatString [Annapurna] ˜˜˜˜˜˜ .:j:.Skarsle [P;train]
David.Walker [Neptheysr] The Order ˜˜Peirre La Swamp - Wyrm - KuExiles