A small sign hangs outside the entrance with a couple of ground rules.
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No weapons. Frisk searches are completed upon entry.
Be friendly towards staff. Muckus can be added to your drink or dish in case you won't comply with this rule.
Fighting? Stripped of clothes and sent on the march of shame to your vessel to never return again.
Several small, yet private rooms are available for hire. Trash them? Pay them. In blood works too.
Leave other people alone, even if they are of other origin.
Impersonating certain accentual folks of the region? Free round for the bar on your tab.
Looking around the relatively small bar, Harry, the bartender, rather slim person with fast nimble fingers, was polishing the wiskey glasses. He looked at the new waitress he hired yesterday and was pleased with her interactions with the people passing by for a drink. And her lovely behind. Yes, this would work....
Sitting down with a sigh she signals for the bartender, as he's approaching her she requests one bottle of the finest scotch the bar has to offer, waiting for the bottle she looks around the room, hoping to see the face she laid contact with in the first place.
Arriving in a Shuttle from Arranmore, Erin Flynn disembarked the ship, stepping into the Hood's Hangar Bay. A few heads turned as the tall redhead made her way through the Corridors to the Bar of the Hood. She entered the room and spotted Nelly's face. She smiled a bit and walked over to the Table, taking a seat.
"Perhaps Ich ought to ask first what the current stance is of the Molly's on my company."
"We're, as any company, are of course focused on creating income, with the ultimate goal of profit. However we're not your typical any-day company that does so by riding on the backs of our employees. We offer one of the best health care treatments, in the case someone gets sick or hurt, make sure all our production lines are one of the safest in Sirius und look after the general well-being of each individual employee. We're not some polluting, uncaring company such as BMM."
She chuckles and looks at her drink.
"But perhaps it's better to have you tell me, instead of me attempting to provide information you might not believe."
Erin smiled, taking another sip of her drink, listening to Nelly speak, nodding some.
"Up t' recently, and still t' now, we've not seen t' ALG as a threat. A target of piracy maybe, but ye know we need t' make our funds too. I have a feeling ye have an offer for me that might change that though, ye?"
Smirking she leaned back, looking around the bar, then back at Nelly.
"So why don't ye give me yer offer, or how ye say.. yer "peace offering"