The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub

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[font=Times New Roman]Nathan walked into the bar for only the second time in his life. He was no more comfortable this time than he had been the last, but at least he no longer had to worry about running into Sylpheed. Or Clif, for that matter... Nathan thought. He had thought it strange that Clif would try to usurp Sylpheed, but he knew better than to go sticking his nose where it didn't belong, lest someone break it.

He didn't immediately recognize any of the bar patrons, but few seemed interested in his arrival anyway. He did notice a few disgusted looks from a number of them, however. Many of them hadn't taken the news about his position as Underboss very well. Frankly, he couldn't blame them. Who was he to be given such a prestigious position?

Nathan made his way to a table and ordered a Bretonian Port. He'd taken a liking to them ever since he ordered one on his last excursion to California. He pulled out a small datapad from his pocket and started typing. He must have lost track of time, as the next thing he knew the bartender was calling him back up to the counter to get his drink. Nathan was a bit confused as to why the bartender couldn't have simply brought Nathan his drink, but then again, this wasn't exactly Padua. Alcatraz's pub was little more than a place for petty thieves to get drunk and get into bar fights. He shouldn't have expected five-star service.

"The hell are you doing here?" A drunken Rogue said to Nathan from the next table over. "Hm? Oh, I was asked by Dervin to meet him here." Nathan replied. "What, you think you're so high and mighty, Mr. Underboss? What makes you so important?" Nathan could tell that nothing he said would deter this man. He was just drunk and looking for a fight. Since there was no way around it, he might as well have some fun with it. "Who are you to ask that, anyway? As you said yourself, I'm an Underboss. You would be smart not to question me." Nathan stood and couldn't help but smirk. "Why you son of a--" The man took a wing at Nathan, who promptly stepped out of the way. The drunken idiot collapsed forward into the table. Nathan quickly grabbed his drink from it before it gave way under the large man's weight. Nathan rolled him over with his foot to find him unconscious. Well, that was fun while it lasted. He finished his drink with one gulp and placed the glass on the counter on his way out. [i]Next time I might not be so lucky as to fight a drunk Rogue. I should be more careful. He wandered down the dimly lit hallway searching for Dervin's office. It was about time for their meeting.

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