"Sit your arse down now" hawk stated. "Iv got to take the Scotsamn back out on patrol tomorow evening so tonight my good man i want to get drunk enough the ill feel like somone just shot me in the head with The Hammer of The Highlands in the morning. Hawk Paused for breath as it sunk into Tsunami that this ment free drinks all night. "So sit down and order some drinks on my Tab" Hawk finished.
"YOU HAVE BEEN WEIGHT .......YOU HAVE BEEN MEASHURED.........AND YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND WANTING............SO GET ANOUTHER DRINK IN YA LAD." Stuart McFarlane Rock Lord Of The UKMG
Tsunami sat down, and ordered the droid over. Apparently having been repaired, and having a new face plate mounted on, the droid asks for the two mens drinks. Once again, the Long Coated Bretonian beckoned for a glass of the Irish stout, he's so commonly fond of, and a bottle of fine malt for the scotsman.
"Aren't we meant to be expecting some of the BSG Colonials in here soon?" Asks the Bretonian, who eagerly looks towards the doorway. "There all our guests on this station, I'm sure even a colonial can take a break every now and then.." Tsunami's eagerness dies down, and the drinks arrive for both men. "Bleedin' hell, I even reserved some Bristolian Brew for them, and that's some very rare stuff.."
Both men get started on their newly arrived drinks, Tsunami staring out of the window, watching ground crewsmen run around Viper's like little ants investigating new surroundings.
"Aye to right man iv envited the BSG comander down here for a drink of this fine malt but he allways seems to be in his cockpit or helping his men and i can understand why" Hawk seemed lost in thought untill he realised he had taken a mouthfull of the Malt and forgot to swallow he nearly gagged to the amusment of Tsunami "Right you old Scotish Bastard you can comand a BattelStar through hell and back but can you play Pool" Tsunami's Grin showed he thought he was the better pool man and therefore Hawk felt the need to metaforicaly knock him on his ass "Yer tay feking right i cnn play pool ya ckeey bastard" he yelled after Tsunami. Hawk refiled his glass with Malt and picked up the bottle and made his way over to where Tsunami had Raked the Balls and was ready to let Hawk break.
"YOU HAVE BEEN WEIGHT .......YOU HAVE BEEN MEASHURED.........AND YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND WANTING............SO GET ANOUTHER DRINK IN YA LAD." Stuart McFarlane Rock Lord Of The UKMG
Tsunami laughs as the scotsman rallies himself up to the recovered pool table. Tsunami sits down, and waits for the Rock Lord to break. The Scotsman, lines himself at one end of the table, putting a cue along one side of his hand, balancing it on his thumb. The man stops for a second, and remembers for a moment the length of trouble the fellow miners had gone through to get it.
"You remember how we got this ol' thing?" The Scotsman said to Tsunami. The Bretonian looks away from the balls at the other end of the table, and looks the scotsman dead in the eyes. "Yeah, I remember. It was an old trader ship, that had been destroyed by some terrorists." The Bretonian took a break to take a quick gulp of his Stout. "One of the cargo pods was still intact, and we salvaged it. Not something we'd usually do, but Ross had insisted."
The Scotsman, once again lined himself up and looked straight down his que, and strikes the white ball with perfect aim, the balls at the end of the table disbanded from the triangle they were placed in.
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A pilot sticks his head through the door and spots a few others at the bar. Thet were playing a game of... pool? Snooker maybe. He stepped in and walked over. He was wearing a new looking pressed uniform. He took a guess at which was the ranking induvidual and stepped up to the one with a scottish accent, wondering if he'd got the right person.
"can I get either of you two gentlemen a drink? Just got off patrol and decided to investigate the bar. Would you be pilots of the UKMG? Owners of this base? I'm James White, callsign '=BSG=Hellcat.' Just one thing, you guys seem to be Outcast magnets, lost count of the scum I shot down outside."
He looks out of the bar window which opens out into a dense asteroid field. There are no Outcast ships for the time being- the peace proberly wont last.
The man with the scotish accent looks out of the window and roars with laughter
" aye to bloody right we are outcast magnets and no you cant buy us a drink CUZ THERE ON ME" hawk was clearly pleased to finaly see some BSG pilots in his stations bar.
"i sugest you try a finger of this my lad" hawk proclamed and poured 3 fingers of him amber malt.
Tsunami lent close to the BSG pilot and wispered to him "for god sake dont let this stuff touch your throught or it will burn you to hell and back i dunno how Hawk can drink this stuff"
"YOU HAVE BEEN WEIGHT .......YOU HAVE BEEN MEASHURED.........AND YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND WANTING............SO GET ANOUTHER DRINK IN YA LAD." Stuart McFarlane Rock Lord Of The UKMG
OOC// Bumped as the UKMG has been inactive but is ACTIVE AGAIN.
"YOU HAVE BEEN WEIGHT .......YOU HAVE BEEN MEASHURED.........AND YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND WANTING............SO GET ANOUTHER DRINK IN YA LAD." Stuart McFarlane Rock Lord Of The UKMG