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Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Hiddyyy - 05-25-2011
Suddenly Veera appears next to Tharog, takes a seat and sighs heavily.
"Uh huh... why's everyone so hostile..."
She leans to the table, looking somehow bored.
// was away for 1,5 weeks have no idea what happen and too bored to read all the posts .__.
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Jeremy Hunter - 05-25-2011
Izzy flipped her knife again when the second Liberty Lawful arrived. She was wary. Not because of the Lawfuls, no. SHe was ary because this was a mostly UNlawful station.
"Navyboy, Spookman, do us a favor. Keep your heads down, and be nice...I might be considered lawful in Liberty, but Barrier Gate is as much my home as Los Angeles."
She glanced at Tharog.
"Calm down sir...No need to start a barfight when the entire armory for a Liberty Gunboat is sitting over there."
Izzy indicated the walking tank, and continued to flip her knife, her sidearm now more in view at her waist. She took a swig of Vodka.
"Now, lets get back to our drinking, and, remember; you wanna fight, there's some Bunters in Bay Three who think they can solo the both the Corsair and Outcast together, at once. In Sea Serpents."
Izzy flipped her knife one last time and returned it to its place.
//Nope, not really, besides a gallic gal arriving and erm...that Navy guy.
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - TheJarl - 05-25-2011
Tharog shrugs.
"I'm not here tae fight. I just don' like people in uniforms running around here. A uniform means they are on duty and if they are on duty half o' the people here might get shot or arrested or fined or whatever."
He pauses.
"...And that would be so lame ye know?"
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Toaster - 05-25-2011
Robert emptied his ale in one gulp and turned around to face Tharog.
Don't worry... - he thinks for a moment - Tharog. I'm not here to cause any trouble. The only reason I'm wearing my uniform is because the rest of my stuff is radioactively contaminated.
He refills his glass and raises it as for a toast.
And I'm not so stupid as to fine one of the most wanted criminals in Liberty without at least two marine squads covering me.
He smiles and drinks. His other hand still rests on his high-caliber nailgun in his pocket.
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Juzt156 - 05-25-2011
Syd. Nodded and agreed with Emma. He winced as he found his feet, stretching his arm. 'Your right of cource.' He smiled and followed Emma.
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Hiddyyy - 05-25-2011
She shrugs little bit.
"I guess so..."
She sighs little bit and places the rose that Julian gave her eariler to an empty glass on the table, and then turns her attention to Robert.
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - TheJarl - 05-25-2011
He smirks.
"Smart man, bartender. His next drink's on me."
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Toaster - 05-25-2011
Robert relaxes a bit as the man's voice loses some of it's menace. He tips an imaginary hat at him and gratefully accepts the drink 'Mick' places in front of him. Slowly, he pulls his hand out of his jacket-pocket again.
Didn't know you Hellfire guys were such gentlemen.
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - TheJarl - 05-25-2011
"Ye are a bit behind lad, I'm a Hellfire no more. In fact I left, -because- they were not so gentlemen-like. They are tae bloody and tae barbaric fer me"
He drinks a bit from whisky.
"But mind... ye I don' like ye navy lads... at all.."
Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard - Toaster - 05-25-2011
He nods slowly.
I can imagine.
Absent-mindedly he sips at his ale. Suddenly, a comm unit inside his jacket starts to vibrate and he digs it out, placing it at his ear.
Ah, Lieutenant. How is the decontamination coming along? What do you mean? You lost it?! Damn it, Lieutenant! Find it!
He slams the the unit shut again and puts it back into his jacket.