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-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Ash - 12-08-2010
John glanced over to the girl in question as finnegan explained, but then raised an eyebrow at his abrupt exit. He placed his hand face down onto the table, sat back in his chair and folded his arms in thought. He glanced at the doc with a puzzled look but soon shook it off and waited for the bustling crowd to empty the room.
The pub was now populated a third of what it was moments before and the waiting staff carried on with their routine labour. John took a moment to scan the girl finnegan mentioned but saw nothing perculiar. Finally he turned to doc.
"You wanna play or split?"
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Drunken Junker - 12-08-2010
Elsie 'Pip' MacLaugh slid into Finn's still tottering seat.
"'Ello gents!" she piped.
Throwing a short stack of c-notes down on the table, she dropped her drink tray and kicked it under her seat.
"It'd be a shame ta let a good game go to waste. I'll be playing for old Finny, I will." She beamed her firecracker smile.
"Deal me in."
She smiled sweetly, but somewhat shark-like at John and the Doc.
"Ya afeared a gal might get the' better of ya? Them cards aint marked, are they? G'head n' deal! Where you gents hail from? 'S a nice suit there, Johnny-boy. Cat got your tongues, boys?"
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Ash - 12-09-2010
John watched as Pip moved into to finnegan's seat and made her presence known. Doc hardly seemed to notice as his attention was drawn elsewhere. John picked up the deck and started dealing.
"Alright miss, but tell the boss to snatch you back between hands when he notices"
John passed the cards around and signalled for another scotch.
"I could tell you where i'm from, but then Cambridge tends to make a good impression so lets go with that"
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Mr.Fabulous - 12-10-2010
Two people suddenly walk into the Drunken Junker:
The first one seemed to be a Zoner man in his early-20's, who had dark copper-red hair, green eyes, a light-tanned skin, and with a finely-toned physique stood at 164-centimeters; he wore this thick, brown, unbuttoned trench-coat which hung more like a cape, lined with a lot of pockets and zippers that held many tools and objects, making it somewhat bulky; he also wore a plain-black shirt, dark-brown cargo-pants with just as many pockets and zippers as the trench-coat, and plain-black boots.
The second was a Corsair woman who was somewhere reaching her mid-20's, with jet-black hair, green eyes, pinkish-white skin, and with a more-pronounced build than even the Zoner's she stood taller than him, with a height of 175-centimeters; her simple-black flight suit clung to her body, yet she didn't at all looked restricted by it.
... Both seemed to be on-the-edge, their faces very cool, almost professional-like, their eyes gazing very suspiciously around the place as they stepped in, looking as if they expected a gunfight to go off at any minute.
"I've never trusted Junker bars... Usually ends badly, as far as I've seen, compadre." The woman remarks quietly to her companion.
He only turns his eyes at her and responds monotonously, "Let's just hope you'll be proven wrong this time. Plus, there's at least some decent security around here." He then turns his narrow gaze at Dekker, who's piercing stare was already busy deeply-analyzing the motives of the pair.
As the two continue walking, they pass by the table where Doc Holliday, John and Pip were just starting a new game. The man's glance quickly points on Doc Holliday, and he raises an eyebrow for a moment before breaking his stare and shaking his head, "... Nah... It couldn't be him..." He whispers to himself.
Eventually, they approach the front and take their seats. The Corsair places both elbows on the long tabletop, her hands clasping together, "I hope Mr. Stone's info isn't outdated... or rigged..."
"Well, we're already here, so why not at least give it a try?" He places his hands on the table and puts them together, waiting patiently for a bartender to go ask for their orders.
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Osilon - 12-10-2010
A new figure walked into the bar, clad in a strange cloak with a hood and mask. Hands gloved, legs covered by thick jeans, and feet within a pair of combat boots. The figure paused near Dekker, opening the cloak to prove they had no concealed weaponry. They looked around akwardly, walking over to where Sarah was sitting and dropping into a seat beside her. Sarah almost immediately went tense, leaning and and whispering. "What the hell are you doing here? Why would she let you out?" any further conversation from the two was masked by the general din of the bar, though Sarah seemed on edge all of a sudden.
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Ash - 12-10-2010
John noticed the odd pair of pilots that walked in moments before they walked by his table. At first he remained calm, until he noticed the corsair attire the woman seemed to be wearing. He continued to play the hand casually, yet his heart was racing, and he kept a constant sense of knowing where they were.
After his business with the Gaians he wasn't entirely sure if they'd try to invite some friends to their party, but he remained on edge nonetheless.
The two of them stopped not two yards from his table, and seemed to be watching someone who he assumed was himself. Underneath the table , out of sight, he pulled a small rectangular box from his pocket. He dabbed his thumb once onto the top surface and the small object twisted and locked into what appeared to be a small gas pistol. He placed it underneath his left thigh and took a sip of his scotch.
The two of them moved off to a table across the room and began talking. He dared not look that way as it would only raise suspicion, nor could he simply leave. If these goons were looking for him, they'd be scanning every person moving in and out of the bar. If only he'd left with Finnegan.
He turned his attention back to the hand.
"Raise"
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Mr.Fabulous - 12-10-2010
... After several minutes of waiting, someone comes over to the Zoner and Corsair: it was Johhny, who only manages a simple smile at the two, "Right then... Welc'm to Drunken Junker. You name yer pois'n, and I'll name yer price."
"I'll have a Tanduay 489, amigo." The woman answers without even turning her head nor her eyes to look at the bartender.
"And what'll yer pois'n be, Zoner?"
"I'll have me some information." He slowly places the palms of his hands on the tabletop as he continues in a cool tone, "I and my associate here are looking to have some business with a man we were told was called 'Barret' around here. I've heard he's got some good sources in various places, and would like him to use those sources to find some people.
"... I don't suppose he's still here?" He raises an eyebrow at the bartender in anticipation of what he'd do next.
As the Zoner went on, the Corsair turns her head only slightly to the left for a brief moment before going back, then she cracks a fairly-wide grin to herself as she breaths in her next softly-whispered words, "... Mmmmm... I smell fear..."
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Ash - 12-10-2010
John strained his ears to try and hear what the two were saying to johnny as he came to take their orders. The woman spoke so darkly he couldn't make out a word she was saying. But the words 'Barret' and 'Information' were clear enough from her freind.
John was bleeding cash into the pot, but it was low on his priority list right now. It was small fries compared to what he had in mind if things went arses up. They were after Barret. What's the nutter gotten himself into this time? He'd have to watch his words around Barret in future, John could do without any drop in visits from trigger happy Omicronians. He was in the clear, for now. He tapped his gun and it locked back into the cuboid it once was.
"Another shrapnel when your ready love"
He said to a passing waitress and returned his attention to his cards.
"Call"
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Huhuh - 12-11-2010
A man in a grimy white suit appears at the entrance to the Drunken Junker. The bright lights outside make him appear as but a silhouette.
Dekker approaches the man and asks if he is carrying weapons. The man holds his hand up to Dekker, who examines the Congress signet ring worn on the man's middle finger. Dekker nods and steps aside.
The man in the white suit spies the bar and slinks over to it.
"Ah Barret, long time no see!"
"Aye, how's it been Johnny?"
"Good, good. So, what will it be?"
"Uhh, how about some of that?" He points to an overly elaborate bottle of brown liquid.
"Ah, a fine choice."
"You gonna tell me what it is?"
"Nay, where's the fun in that?"
Barret's eyes narrow to slits as he observe the preparation of his drink.
"There ya go."
"Put on my tab."
Barret picks up the drink and turns to away from the bar. His gaze glides over patrons. Seems to be some unusual folk in tonight.
Barret's gaze eventually settles on the piano. Memories of karaoke nights in Rheinland come flooding back to him. He downs his drink and strides over.
The drone of conversation seems to die down into silence as Barret carefully settles into a position to play.
A small grin appears on his face as he plays one of the many songs he picked up in Rheinland.
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Many of the patrons look to the man in grimy suit playing the beautiful melody.
His eyes close and he rocks back and forth to the music.
Even Finnegan looks down from atop the staircase to watch his fellow Congressman. A toothy grin sweeps across his face. As swiftly as he arrived, Finnegan disappears back to the private lounge.
As his music continues on, Barret thinks to himself.
It's good to be among friends again.
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Mr.Fabulous - 12-11-2010
When Johhny had spoken the name 'Barret', the Zoner perks his eyebrow a bit to the side as the man in the white suit approached the bartable and the bartender shifts his gaze to converse. It would've been too early to make assumptions that this was the Barret he was looking for, and besides it would also be somewhat disrespectful to interrupt a conversation between old friends, so instead the Zoner kept quiet, listening in on their talk.
As Barret left his stool and started to sit down on the piano, the Zoner turned his head to the side just enough to have his eyes catch a decent view. He watched, and listened, as the man in the white suit began to play this piece that had a strong, yet energetic, beat to it. He raised an eyebrow, a sign that he was impressed at the man's skill with the piano.
Upon finishing the piece, Barret sighs a bit as most of his audience claps modestly out of respect before quickly returning to their duties. The Zoner stands up and slowly begins his approach towards him, and as the Corsair quickly notices her companion walk away she swivels her chair until her back faced the bartable, then she places her elbows on the tabletop, her eyes now descending upon the Zoner and the person he was going towards, a grin appearing on her face, "This'll be good..."
When the Zoner was just a meter away from the man in the suit, he began in a monotonous tone, his face ice-cool, almost emotionless, yet not quite, "Well-played... A piece that beats with great power, one that would complement a man of position such as yourself.
"But I don't suppose you're one for wasteful, idle chatter, so I'll be blunt. Are you the man Mr. Isaac Stone mentioned to be the one called 'Barret'?"