Trenton Outpost Bar and Grill [All lawfuls welcome]

[US|]

Trenton Outpost Bar & Grill

As you walk through the long halls of the outpost you see a blue neon sign saying Trenton Outpost Bar & Grill. The doors slide open the first thing that hits you is the smell of the bbq grilling in the back. Looking forward to the right a full bar with every kind of alcoholic beverage you could imagine. To the left you see a door with a glowing sign above it stating Club. The door slides open for a brief moment just enough to hear the pounding of the bass hitting the walls. Just past the bar you see a full dining area with 3 or 4 waiters rushing around pleasing any who have needs. Standing at the door you think to yourself what am I in the mood for today......

[Mark_Brown]

Ah home "Charles sniggers to himself"

Charles walks in from a long day at the office, scruffles his tie loose and foot towards the blue lit bar filled with enormous around of global self imported beverages. A sigh of accomplishment reigns upon him looking around to view what Universal Shipping has accomplished over the years.

Sitting in a nearby table with two chairs, he proceeds to place his laptop bag on the table and starts ruffling around for a power cord to find the lastest news network feed and market prices.
*A waiter walks over*

"Ah Mr Bell, the usual I assume" Charles looked up to smile at Jacob the newest bartender brought up from Manhattan to serve Trenton's finest business folk.
"Thank you son, put yourself one on my tab"

Charles opens his laptop and carries on with his daily routine emails' and announcements to local enforcement agencies about local pirate issues and locations. Forwards three insurance claims to Interspace Commerce due to insurance damage on a few shipments heading into Bretonia. Lane hacker piracy has inflamed there recently and he was struggling to understand why.

He proceeds to drink Liberty Ale, and out of the corner of his eye someone was looking into the room of the bar from the doorway...

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[DkJericho]

The doorway to the bar slides open as Amy stands there..... looking across the room she notices her boss typing away.
Making her way towards him her holo-pad chimes and she stops to check. Reading , it's an email sent from Charles about the most recent report of pirate activity in the sector.
Looking back up she sees Charles staring at her.

Isn't this my job. she snickers as she pulls a chair up next to him.

Slouching back after a long day of reading reports she waves to Jacob

Liberty Ale...it's been a rough day.

Waiting for her drink she looks over to Charles.

So didn't know you came around these parts. she smiles.

[US|]

Charles looks up and smiles, greeting her with an arm wave to the closest chair
"Ah you see, hide where you would be at least be expected. Right under everyone's nose. I'm surprised we aren't been bombarded by CNS reporters"

Jacob comes over, passes Amy her Liberty Ale. "Alas, I've added your beer to your tab. I er, We'll talk about that later."

"Would you guys stay for something to eat?" Asks Jacob. Go ahead son, ask Amy what she wants i'll take the usual steak & ale. Medium rare if you'll please and from Cambridge. I like the British meat." Replys Charles nodding his head turning to Amy.

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