Several hours later, at night, a tired, but smilling Kalliste re-entered the bar.
She walked up to the counter and looked at O'Reilly, that was cleaning some glasses.
"Is the clinic working?" She asked.
"Aye. Them robots do the work 'til yer boss comes back." He replied.
He looked at her and pulled a bottle of Jack Daniels and filled a glass that he knew it would fit right into her hand. "Rough night, miss?"
"Rough and good. Tell one of the girls to get me a sandwich to one of the booths."
O'Reilly nodded and turned to one of the waitresses to get the order done.
Kall walked to a nearby booth, neverminding what was happening around, threw her jacket in and sat.
She lift her glass and gulped. The burn in her throat felt like heaven to her 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
Daniel "Onyx" Henninger swaggered into the bar. He was wearing a black tank top underneath and equally black bomber style leather jacket. A pair of oversized rose tinted aviator glasses sat on his nose. In his hand he held a bottle, clearly some sort of liquor. He walked straight to the bar and slammed the bottle down.
"See this?"
Daniel's speech was clearly slurry. It also became obvious that the bottle was half empty.
"It's called gin. G... I... N. Tastes better than that horse piss called whiskey."
He pointed at the man he thought he was speaking to. When you're seeing double, it's a 50-50 chance that you're looking at the right one.
"So ya better start stocking it, ya son of a Zoner!"
Daniel started laughing to himself as the sat on one of the bar stools.
"Son of a Zoner!
His laughter continued, becomingly seemingly uncontrollable. Only after he saw Silver with a glass of whiskey in her hand did he snap back to reality.
"Silver.. Silver. Kall, no. Put that down. Here, try something that doesn't taste like crap."
Kall looked at Daniel and the bottle he slid into her front. The color of the liquid was diferent.
Hell. Even the bar looked diferent by now.
"What's this?" She asked.
"The good stuff." Daniel replied.
She shrugged and drank the remaning whisky in her glass and poured some of the strange bottle. She smelled it and twisted her nose. "Oh hells, what's this? Devil's blood?"
"Better." Daniel grinned as a half drunk man could.
She swigged it and felt it fall on her stomach like a lump of lead.
Not even one minute afterwards, she started to feel too hot and clothes started to fly in direction of the 'sair dancer in the pole.
[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
James swaggers into the bar, blinks at the half-naked (or is it fully naked?) Kall dancing on the poles, looks back to the bartender, looks at her, then at the bartender, then he orders a drink.
A day later, Kall walked into the bar with a hangover, and pressing furiously the comm pad.
She sat in a nearby booth and prepared the holo cam to send a bounty claim.
While she was talking, she ordered a bottle of Jack Daniels and finished the comm.
She slowly picked up a glass and poured the whisky in.
"What a hell of a day." She mumbled, thinking on the repair bill of her Mamoru.
She looked to the side and noticed a pair of black laced panties, tucked in the booth seat, that seemed very familiar.
"Wait a minute......... Oh sh**."
[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
Milo "Cardinal" Tilly walked into the bar. He had been out in the Taus hunting a couple of choice targets when the rest of the Reavers had made the move.... the move out here to the middle of nowhere Cardinal thought to himself. That broad Silver was the only one in the bar. Quietly he made his way to the bar, whispering to the barman that he wanted a bottle of Gentlemen and a rocks glass. Taking the bottle and the glass he made his way over to an out of the way table and poured himself a glass of the brown liquor.
It's too quiet, James says as he strides in. Maybe it's about time to go out on another bounty binge, but he's got millions and he's ready to waste it here.
"Yo barman, crank the tunes up!" he says as he grabs a bottle of something off the counter and slides up next to Kall. "Damn girl, you were crazy last night!"
Kall hid the panties in her pocket and grabbed a glass of JD.
"Err... Yeah. Hm. Let's not talk 'bout it, 'kay?" She replied.
James looked at her and laugh, and quickly resumed to his habit of waiting for something good to happen while drinking.
"Saw the Mamoru, all busted up.. Tough day, uh?" He asked, putting his bottle up and close to Kall, as in a friendly toast.
She smirked and grabbed the bottle of JD and toasted silently, the ring of the bottles toasting saying all that was needed to say.
"Yeah.. O-3, then i went a-wire in Hamburg." Kall swigged a little more of the whisky and pushed the comm pad with the latest kills into Lemon's hands.
"Had a tough night, doing what gods knows in here... So i decided to push my luck today. It payed off. Don't expect the same show tonight, though." Kall laughed.
"Damn. I was hoping to see your show again. Even Daniel even said it was "The best fricking pair of boo** in Sirius"." James grinned and fled the invetable cursing and cussing of Kall.
[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
Jaina climbs out of her Sabre. Moments earlier an Armored transport carrying some of her most prized possessions had landed and the crew had already begun offloading the cargo. Just as she takes off her helmet she hears a loud crash.
"You *&%#@!^ morons. Do you have any idea how much that bed costed? Hell, the niobium encrusting is worth more than what you make in a year. GAH. Just get it up to my suite. And comm me when you get everything up there. I want to make sure you don't screw anything else up. I'll be in the bar..."
Jaina finally makes her way into the bar. Shes blasted with some kind of music she isn't sure she likes.
"Guess I'll see just how well they got this place stocked."
"Hey! Umm... Oh yeah.. Jack. I'm not sure if you've heard of it but there is a drink called a rattlesnake. You don't see many places that can make em. I'm sur"
Before she could finish the bartender started pulling out bottles.
"Hell yeah! I like this place a little better already. And while your at it put in an order for some honey infused bourbon. A case or two should do just fine."
Ethan rolled out of bed, slamming into the floor with a loud thud. After a few moments he sat up and leaned against the bed. Broken and empty liquor bottles littered the floor, furniture was out of place, and the lamps next to the bed had been knocked off their stands and broken....What the hell happened last night?
Leaning against the bar, Ethan looked around. It too was a mess, "Whatever ended in my room, started here" he chuckled. Motioning for the bartender's attention, "Screwdriver, with the red vodka." Sliding into the booth next to Kall, "James" Ethan greeted the other man then turned to Kall, "I think these are yours, Kall." Handing Kall a black lace bra.
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