Umber walked into the bar. She liked this one, although the main one was now in the bowls of Poena, deep in hell, as her boss called it. The multitude of different people made her zoner upbringing emerge. From corsairs to hessians, bretonians to rheinlanders, the whole spectrum of possible people were there to enjoy a drink and discuss deals without troubling themselves.
She transversed the multitude of people and reached the counter. O'Reilly grinned at the sight of her and nodded. A Tropical beer, GC made, fresh as ice, found it's way to her hand. With a wink, she thanked O'Reilly and made way to the various tables around. Sipping it, she spotted a most curious sight. A man, playing with an ace of clubs poker card.
"Ace of clubs.. ace of clubs... where did i saw that?"
Umber wondered. Shrugging it off, she sat down in a nearby table, and pulled her data-pad to start doing an extraordinary amount of paperwork that would make a zoner clerk sigh. As she did. Two minutes later, her eyes raised from the data-pad to the man, still playing with the ace of clubs card and all she thought was.
"Uh?"
[13:37:45] Tyler: ****** seems butthurt and Haste seems to be going in without lube or spitting atleast on it for decency sakes.
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