A door opens on the far side of the bar... John Savage, steps in. He looks around with a distasteful smile, and a glare that would melt sunspots... He eye's a rogue sitting at the bar, drinking alone and steering into his glass. Savage approaches the individual, as the man on the stool turns to face him, Savage reaches out, grabs the drink and toss's the faint blue liquid within the container over his shoulder. "What the hell are you do...", before he could finish, Savage grab's the man, gives him a straight jab on the chin and pushes him to the ground... He then toss's the container onto the bar, "I'll have what he's having", before looking around at the wired looks he was getting from the crowd.
"Right, listen up, who's responsible for that body that lies afloat outside, hey?"... No one dared answered, Savager enquired again... "Anyone? Well, fine," Savage sits down at the bar, grabs the drink that was handed to him and drinks the entire contents in one foul swoop. "Well, yar see, Bartender, there I was, hoping to come back after a day of being chased by those Navy goons, looking forward to having a nice quiet drink here at the bar... When, out of the blue, a frozen corpse hits off my front shield, causing me to abort dock and nearly crashing into a roid!"...
There was few snigger's in the back, and Savage turned... and they stopped thier snigger.
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