Oh right, so you know Alexandra too. I see we'll have to create a social network for us mercos in a few months, duh. He gulped from his refilled glass. Well, not business at all. Consider that stuff my polite resignation from the company, or the way I should've said goodbye instead of disappearing suddenly. I'm pretty sure that somebody you and I know was bloody happy about this buuut, here I am. So yeah, take that datapad for your future jihad war against them baddies and do me a favor: If I don't stumble upon Jaina in the way out here, tell her that Steve was here and that he is still looking forward to throwing her guts at a Corsair.
He reclined a bit, emptying his glass of Jack and looking around the place. Also, that guy... Did you seriously set up a newbie camp? Swelling the ranks with orphans now? Come on...
The taste of whisky was something she welcomed everytime.
It made her forget sometimes.
It made her remember the good times.
"Resignation? Pfff. You'll always have your color. 'nough said on that."
Cora, one of the prettiest waitresses, winked her eye at Steve, and obviously, the lover boy was interested.
"Plus, you can tell Jayna you love her yourself. She was just dealing with some paperwork in Liberty, so she should be back in a few."
Cora approached the table with a new bottle of Jack Daniels, and grabbed the empty one.
While obviously showing off her cleavage to Steve.
The little sl**. Kalliste smirked.
"For the rooks around.. Well, since i became the owner.. What can i say?
We're growing. Fast. And we need people with the skill and know-how. The contracts are pilling up and 7-8 active colors just don't cut it. We need more if we want to grow."
With that, she opened the new bottle and poured some more into both glasses.
"Plus, if they die on the job, that only means they couldn't hack it."
Kalliste chuckled alongside Steve.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
Blaze stared at the drink in front of him mixed with Anti-Matter Cannon Oil. His face distored slightly. He pondered what exactly would be the ramifications of drinking such a alcohol beverage. One massive buzz followed by a massive hangover, he thought to himself. He pulled out a toothpick that he had been chewing on in the corner of his mouth, and dropped it into the drink. Within a few seconds the toothpick dissolved into nothing.
"Oh boy.. I am going to feel this in the morning."
Blaze downed the shot, almost immediately feeling a buzz. He swayed slightly on the stool, grabbing the table. A long smile spread across Blaze's face.
"Well I'll be goddamned. Look who it is. Did you miss us that much, Steve? You ain't looking to come back are you? We might could let you into that rook deal we got going on. I'm sure I could come up with a good name or two for you."
She pulls a flask out of her boot and takes a drink.
"How does Pompous ******* Reaver sound? I think it has a nice ring to it."
I could always shoot your rookies whenever I see them loitering, you know, testing them and prove they aren't sissies at all... He sighed. Ye, I admit I'm utterly bored in these days. He gulped the refilled glass while following with the corner of his eye every move Cora did. Jaw-dropping, sure.
And... surprise surprise! He pushed the datapad from the middle of the table towards Kall and then turned to Jaina. I could swear I saw your ship being wrecked by a baffie today. Ach, ach... That couldn't happen to Jaina, ever! He drew an innocent smile, yet the sarcastic tone was obvious. Anyway, as much as you would want Steve being there with you to save your flat butt everytime you go hunting, nah, you won't see Pompous Sapphire around. And please, don't even compare me with those rookies, I didn't insult you yet! Gheh.
Suddenly, the sound of a body falling down to the floor was heard in the middle of the noise.
Even the music stopped and everyone's eyes turned to the slumped body of the new guy at the bar counter.
Suddenly his head props up, and the white of the eyes is seen.
Drooling from the mouth, he looked up to the ceiling like he was watching the gods staring down on him.
O'Reilly just said with a smirk in his face.
"Nae problem here, t'is just a Dead Man Walkin'."
Everyone shrugged and resumed whatever they were doing.
"Sucker."
Kalliste muttered between her teeth and looked at Jayna and Steve bickering once again.
Somethings never changes, it seems.
"Alright, alright, kids. Settle down, before i make you settle down in the clinic.
If you two are bored, go shoot somethin'. If not, the booze is on the house, as usual."
She sighed, grabbed a glass and gulped it. With a quick movement, she propped herself up from the booth, and grabbed Steve's data-pad to transfer the images.
"I'll be going. Got business to attend to. And please. Get a room."
Kalliste laughed as she walked away from the booth and both pilots restarted their bickering once again.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
Some old man, that looks more like an old engineer comes into the bar. It's late. Bar's nearly empty. Except the dead man and few women that don't even pay attention to him. -Wine please, just wine.
[color=#333333]-Hard day at work engineer? -Miner miss, Ahm an ex-miner. Now give me mah wine, please -Well alright, miiiiiiner.
She pours a glass of wine....then another...and another...aaaannnddd anooother... -Don't you think you had enough old man? -Miiiiner madam, Miiiiiner. Now gimme that bottle, a quiet room and you can keep the change!
Old miner puts a shiny 100'000 credit card on the table, grabs the wine, room KeyCard and heads towards his rented room, humbling some old melody.
-With that he could be drunk a whole week in here. She mumbles few words and puts card in her pocket.
Bar remained as it was before. No one seemed to have even noticed an old man. Probably they thought it's just a random trespassing Deep Space Engineerings worker.
Before drinking last bottle, miner managed to send a message to Reaver's recruitment office's spambox, informing that he hasn't met Silver yet. Drank two thirds of wine bottle, fell into the bed and began to snore.
***MORING***
Miner comes into the bar. Waitress looks at him with an odd smile. -Do Ah know Yah? -More wine Mr. Miiiiner? -Wine...miiiiner...nameless waitress...
Waitress looks into him barely stopping herself from laughing.
Miner shakes his head and speaks: -Water please...Just water...
The corner of the bar is mostly empty, a few drinkers here and there, that dead person, and the women. It was all nice but the dead man smelled like stale piss.
And he snored.
The dead man wasn't really dead, though passing out makes you seem as if you are. The smell was from not showering the past few days due to drinking and sleeping here at the bar. He sat up slowly and instantly wished he didn't. The plush, over stuffed booth bench he'd been sleeping on was nice and had permanently sunken in and left an indent of his body.
Yawning, he streched his legs and headed over to the bar. A old man is sitting around he hasn't seen before, drinking some stale drink of some sort, maybe that new drink they keep pushing that's non-alcoholic. He giggled to himself as he thought of such a drink.
The bartender quickly slammed a large mug of some drink of foul look on the bar top hoping it might keep Zod away for a bit, and with that drink in hand zod walked over to the man and sat by him to the bartenders relief. Zod was known to start stuff that usually ended up in the purchase of new bar stools or glasses.
Yo, never seen you around here. Who are yah?
He smiled weakly and took a swig of his drink, spilling most of it on the ground and splashing the man's legs a bit.
Miner puts empty glass on the table. His face seems slightly relieved. -Reminds mah first day at work... They called it chemicly clean water...Boiled crap from ice fields....
Short break of silence.
[color=#333333]-More water please! Warmer this time. - miner shouts.
He turns to the local, reviews him from top down to the shoes. -Don't worry, this crap evaporates in seconds.
Man stats searching for something in his pocket and finally takes out some plastic box. By that time waitress brings a full glass. -They call it "Naturalizer". Makes water mined from ice fields taste more like the one found on green planets.
Miner opens the box, takes out a white pill, drops into water. Pill disappears in eyes. -Has some antimatter parts to remove unneeded chemical products. Uses energy so water needs to be warm. Ahh, and water's ice-cold. That waitress seem to know the true meaning "warmer this time". The ideal temperature - pill makes it ice-cold without turning it into ice yet.
Man drinks few big gulps. You can see pleasure in man's face. Shortly looks into locals face and reclines a bit. -Miner mister, Ahm an old miner. Ah was informed that lady known as Silver will be the first to meet me in here. Seems Ahve got replaced by the young ones, just like all the other old-workers in Mining ship. Young trainees, working nearly for free, smashing half of those valuable rocks, burning them in space, leaving half depleted trashed mining fields to the old workers... Couldn't stand it and left few years before they would have replaced me by young trainee too.
Drinks few more gulps of water, looks into locals shoe. -Told Yah, water's gone already. Same as all the dust. Not even a spot, Ah can see mah face there. Only thing it's useful for.
A wiff that she took the moment she walked into the bar told her everything she needed to know.
Kalliste looked around and found the new guy sitting at a table.
"So yer the miner that want in, ye?"
She grabbed a chair and sat in front of the man.
"All dandy and shiz. But i want names, where you worked, who you worked with, what hand do ya drink, what color is your favorite underwear and whatever i feel like knowin'."
One of the waitresses placed a glass of Jack Daniels in front of Kalliste.
Kalliste made a funny look at the glass and turned to the waitress.
"Where's the gorram bottle?"
The waitress jumped a little in fear and ran to the bar counter.
Kalliste looked at the man and grabbed the glass.
"And i got to warn ya. You frack up or look at us in a way we don't like.. We'll kill ya, your pants, your rocks, and your pocket change."
She gupled the Jack Daniels and felt the burn going down her throat.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
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