Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[rainth345]

"That's Lieutenant Commander for you, Jane. Major Patterson eh? I'm sure you were in the Primary Fleet some time ago. I think I was an Ensign back then.", he relaxed, making sure his sidearm was beside him when things got hot.

"The people sure love to look at us. Do fights break out here usually?", he smiles while he fiddles with his datapad. Then in a low voice, "Oh drat. We're going to conduct a raid on Rheinland now? I don't think my datapad can handle the controls.", he looks at the two and grins,"If you're wondering how can I pilot my fighter inside here, I've been subjected to a lot of new stuff they've been wanting to try out. Hehehe..."

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[jimmy Patterson]

"nah, never was primary and ive got a few toys of my own as the the patrons let em stare,were fine" he took a swig from his bottle casually glancing around the room pretending to stretch "were ok,there not that dumb even if they are drunk"

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[Osilon]

A glint from the doorway was all the warning before the newest patron wandered in. Flashy blue hair overlapped a pair of dark purple goggles, and a pure white smile sat on the face of the trashy-looking girl. Wearing little more than a white top a size too big, a musical note emblazoned on the front, and a pair of jeans (tight-fitting, which could almost be a complete reversal of the one-size-too-big shirt) which had a belt similarly marked. A small radio was clipped to one of the belt loops, and a small box which could have been cigarettes in a pocket to the opposite side.
Sauntering up to the bar, the unnamed, unusually bright character passed by the small trio of liberty service-people. Grinning to herself, she flicked a small switch on a device in her ear. Navy boys, good for hot talk...Even a slow news day is still a news day.
Turning to lean back on the bar, she kept her eyes focused as one took a glance around, her gaze hidden behind the tinted purple goggles. Looking back to the bartender, she flashed a smile. "Hey there. Gimme something light, i'd prefer to walk out of here seeing straight."

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.

[Commissar]

"Close enough, wasn't I Sir? Come on, from memory, that's still pretty darn good." Jane laughed, the sound seeming more to scratch its way out of her throat. "And fights? Not often. 'less you're the sort of idiot who walks in a uniform. That's only the Army boys though."

It was good to be back among servicemen. To a civilian the constant bickering over which branch was superior would've seemed downright spiteful. Amongst the soldiers, it was really just a running joke, the sort that was only funny by virtue of repitition. Boy was it repeated. There'd been a period on basic where Jane had taken to counting the slurs. Around three an hour, average.

"See?" She gestured at Sius' handheld. "They always get the cool toys. Raid Rheinland? Shove over." The Xeno relocated her chair, wedging it between an impolitely placed table and the Lieutenant Commander's seat, before sinking into it to watch the show.

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May you live in interesting times.
| Sarah McFarlen | Jane Hartman |

[jimmy Patterson]

" if you pull this off sius...." he took another swig" ill buy you the next 4 rounds of whatever you want,you fail and your buying me and jane here the said 4 rounds,deal" he extended his hand a wry smile slightly visable,after all marines had to stick together right he also noticed the girl walk in and payed her no mind as he took back his own handheld and checked his nural net inbox

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[Petitioner]

Rocky yawned.
So far, it was another boring day. The Junkers Congress hadn't gotten back to him or Kert yet, and nobody here was interested in old diamonds... maybe he'd give 'em to his dear old mom back on heell-oooooooo, what is this? A pretty lady, drinking?

Rocky slid up from his table, leaving his half-finished California Special all alone. He walked up to the blue-haired girl.
"Sorry to bother you, but, uh, you look familiar from somewhere."
It wasn't really a lie; he knew exactly who she was now he was closer to her, but Rocky never was one for creative pickup lines, anyways.

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[Osilon]

Scratch turned to face Rocky, smiling as she downed the remainder of her glass.
"Well that's odd, considering I run a radio station. 'Seeing' me is usually reserved for various parties...or various police patrols."
She let out a slight laugh, flicking her hair out of the way of her goggles- despite the fact that its natural shape meant it just slipped right back down into position.
"I'm Vinyl Scratch. I DJ for SBC Radio One, out somewhere in Liberty. Can't say where. Something something confidentiality issues." She waved a hand dismissively, signalling for another drink as she slipped a credit chip to the bartender.
"So, who might you be?"

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.

[Petitioner]

"Rocky's the name. Gotta say, it's real nice to meet you, Vinyl. Actually, I heard the station for the first time today. Gotta say, you've got an unusual taste in music... I like it."

"What brings you to the Barrier Gate, anyways?"

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[Osilon]

Scratch shrugs, taking a sip of the newly offered drink.
"Alcohol. People..."
She glances over at a table.
"And see those three over there? Navy-folk." she taps her ear with a grin. "News, people and alcohol."

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.

[Petitioner]

"Hmm..."
Rocky rested one arm on the bar, leaning on it with an intrigued look.
"People and alcohol go well together, I think... how's the news business going for ya?"

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