McCool's Tavern - Freeport 1

[Lennox]

"Hey hey! Neat you're joining. I was just thinking about postponing this party."

She smirked and pushed two glasses of scotch into his direction. She tilted her head a bit as the girl was looking at the man, who called himself Chris, frowning as he greeted her.

"Daaw. No need to call me Miss, Mister! I am not looking that old already, am I?"

The young woman smirked once more and took a glass, sipping from it.

[Doc Holliday]

He smiled as he sat next to her, facing her.
"Well," he said, "I don't know you that well so 'Miss" seemed appropriate. Courtesy you know," he explained taking a drink. "So what are we celebrating? Perhaps I can play something for you? I'm here a lot and take requests frequently.....especially from beautiful ladies such as yourself."

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[Lennox]

"Well well. I am just here to have some fun, y'know? After that glorious flight I have to rest a bit. But...duh..what stuff do you usually play, huh?"

The girl took another sip from a glass of hers, looking around sometimes, maybe seeing a familiar face.

[Doc Holliday]

Chris smiled as he took another sip from his drink. Then, he put the glass down, put his guitar on his knee and prepared to play, "Well, young lady, here's a sample. If you like it, I'll play more."

Solo

Once he finished, he just smiled at her, took another sip and asked, "is that to your liking or would you like something else?"

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[MFE]Med Force One | Tales of Recovery|Med Force Enterprises

[Arioch]

The doors to the bar slowly opened, and a cloaked man walks in. He stops and looks around, and while not being able to see his face, his demeanor suggests familiarity and sadness. As if he was recalling some distant memory while studying the surroundings.

He walks up to the bar and sits down, pulling back his hood. The bartender looks at him, looks back to finishing cleaning the glass, then snaps his head back in shock.

"Finn...? Wait, Finn McCool? Is it really you?"

Finn motions for the bottle of Dubliner Whiskey, and chuckles.

"Aye lad. It's me. I'm back. And the stories I have fer you..."

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[Hone]

"Bloody Crazy cops"
Muttered Dave the Junker, as he walked in,
"Get me something strong!"
he yelled to the bartender, sitting down at a barstool.

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[Pavel]

Patrick Hanson, local information broker, was busy finishing his second that evening drink, waiting lonely at McCool's Tavern for intel about Sprague colonisation efforts in the recent week, usually shared by bribed local BMM executive working in colonisation administration.


Hanson noticed and watched closely new guest in the moment he entered the bar. His worn clothes suggested Zoner, Junker or Freelancer smuggler/small-scale thief/pirate freighter captain of some sort. Information broker looked at his watch.

"That BMMer probably won't come today" he thought.


Mysterious newcomer at the bar started intriguing Patrick, "one more this evening won't hurt, maybe he's someone good to know..."


With the intention of making acquaintance with the new guest broker stood up and approached the bar...

[Hone]

"Heh heh"
Dave's mood had lightened considerably since he started drinking, "stupid smeggin Kruger" he reflected, "...whole damn fleet!"
"Almost as bad as the bloody IMG," he growled, before taking another swig.

"Heh, ...urrp! Getem good..."

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[Pavel]

"Something about Kruger and IMG I hear my friend. Got a while to talk about that, and other topics?" - Hanson told to Dave, sitting next to him - "Let me introduce myself, Patrick Hanson, freelancing trader." - Hanson said, grinning.

"Had a bad day? Bartender, Cambridge Ale for me. And some warm meal. Maybe even two portions."

"Wanna eat something? I pay."