Keith stopped at the door of the bar, eye-balling the room before going in, he saw Clif there, his new boss talking to some guy sitting at his table. In a corner, another Rogue was watching the two talk. Keith entered the bar slowly, giving and collecting nods to the other Rogues as he went to the Barkeep
''Mikey!, So, how's been ya' first day 'ey ?''
The barkeep said as he poured a random drink into a jug he snatched from somewhere, Keith..or 'Mikey' didn't really have a favorite drink, so the Barkeep always poured whatever his eye caught first. He slid the jug to Keith and returned to filling some more for the others, but at the same time keeping his ear on Keith's words.
''Well..good, I guess...dunno, some credits, blew up a guy or two''
''Eh, not so lucky, but...'tis yer first day, it'll get better''
''Hopefully...oh yeah, some Zoner was nice enough ta' share some tobacco he had goin' to New York or somthin', 20 crates of it, it's in my hold, tell 'em docking area suckers to lift it up 'ere, they probably forgot already''
''A nice Rogue aren't ya ?''
The barkeep chuckled
''I'd doubt that...jus' givin' cuz I dunno what to do with 'em''
''Yeah all right Mikey, jus' tell me when yer cup is empty''
The Barkeep then gave his full attention to the others, Keith got up with his cup and sat down on a table near the corner, leaning on the wall as he drunk his Ale and eyed the room silently.
Rashid, still remembering his encounter with the drunken midget that almost kicked his ass, strides casually into the bar with a joint of synth weed in his mouth. Apart from the general crowd, he immediately notices what appears to be a dog-humanoid thing sitting next to someone.
"What in God's name- man, I have got to lay off this chronic!" he says to himself while shaking his head at the sight of the bizarre creature.
He takes a seat at an empty table and surveys the room.
Clif, one of the very few men he knew who was actually in the bar, was chatting with an oddly dressed fellow about something he could barely make out. He looked way too drunk to talk to, and Rashid didn't even want to try understanding the fella he was sitting with.
"Barkeep! My mouth is as dry as a senile hooker, gimme a drink over here!"
The bartender lazily pours Rashid his drink and hands it to him. As Rashid begins to take a sip, he spits the liquid out all over the floor.
"Ugh.... I told you man, I don't drink alcohol! Get it right next time!" he shouts angrily
"Okay okay, i'm sorry I forgot, geez!" the bartender says as he pours Rashid a glass of coke
"That's better.."
As Rashid sips his coke, he spots a man sitting at a corner table, who looks to be a newcomer. "This must be the 'Mikey' guy I been hearin' about." he thought. He makes his way to the new Rogue's table and begins to speak with him.
Keith drunk down the last drops from his cup, it was his third, although it still wasn't enough to get him drunk, he looked at the empty cup, about to call for another one, then he stopped.
Eh...why the heck am I even trying to get drunk ? This stuff tastes bitter anyway...
He just left the cup where it was, and went back to surveying the room, Clif was still there, still drunk and trying to speak to that other guy, so, nothing to do there. Keith then noticed someone approaching, directly to his table. With some weed in his mouth along with a drink of something dark in his hand, Keith couldn't make out what until the guy came up to him.
''Hey, you're Mikey right?''
''Ye', that's me''
Keith then noted the 'drink' was a bit gassy, coke. He tried, but couldn't remember the last time he had any soda or coke before, not even it's taste. He looked back at the man, and nodded to a seat at his table, they were all empty anyway.
That was hard enough day for her. Those burning heavy steps were heard from pub's entering. Margaret's face was full of rage, angry and the best emotions that every murderer or psycho. All rogues and bartender looked that way. The door quickly opened'¦ - DAVID!
This is only thing she said'¦
Rashid takes a puff of his joint and blows the smoke out smoothly into the air, always surveying the environment around him. He then looks to Mikey and introduces himself.
"The name's Ibrahim al-Rashid. Most people just call me Rashid." he glanced to the side and heard Margaret shout something angrily at the doorway. Smiling a bit, he turns back to the rookie. "So how's your luck been being a new Rogue an' all? You pop open any traders or Navy boys yet? Heheheh"
"Bah", Danny White enters the Bar. Spitting into the Corner, throwing his Blaster on the Counter he sits onto a Chair "Gimme a Beer, quickly. I jus' hadda shoot down Huntah Cruisahs, hella annoyin'! That Brickface on McMurray didn't say a Thin' whenna took that crappy Job."
He looks around, again no Hookers in this Bar. His Hand vanishes in his left Pocket and comes out with a small, slightly damaged PDA. He presses a few Buttones, looks at the broken Thing and throws it away, hitting Keith's Head by Accident.
"Who is it doing this synthetic type of alpha beta psychedelic funkin'?"
"The name's Ibrahim al-Rashid. Most people just call me Rashid."
"So how's your luck been being a new Rogue an' all? You pop open any traders or Navy boys yet? Heheheh"
Keith just took up his empty cup, looking at it, thinking, then he turned to Rashid,
''Well Rashid, nice ta' meet ya 'en all. As for the question..well, no naval kills...though I did blow some trader foos' who thought they can get away without payin'...saw their ends quick...less money made though, most of 'em tryin' to run away 'en all.
''What about yo-''
A small metallic object comes outta nowhere, flying directly towards Keith and hitting him full on the head, the weight of the object almost making him faint. He quickly got himself together and stood up instantly, his muscles flexed, ready for a fight.
He spoke loudly, the whole bar hearing.
''And which one of you dang idiots wants me to bash their skulls into the freakin' wall !?''
Keith had been in fights his entire life, both as a kid, and even while in the Stars, they always got into fights with other bands, he had taken his time in the gym, and still went to one regularly, and along with his 'training', he was sure he could take out at least two of any Rogues that hit him with whatever it was.
The Noise of hitting something echoes through the Bar. Danny, not knowing what he hit with his PDA didn't care, hearing the Rogue yelling made him chuckles and he turned around.
"Me, lil' Boy. Got a Probl'm with that?"
Again he turns arond, facing Wall behind the Barkeeper. Silently laughing, which is followed by a Cough.
"Who is it doing this synthetic type of alpha beta psychedelic funkin'?"
Hubert entered just in the moment of PDA flying through the bar. He just ignored it, focused on his effort to reach the bartender, and ask him nicely for one cup of good, tasty coffee, and a shot of whiskey.
Than he sat on his usual place, lights a cigarette, and started to enjoy his resting time... and now he could afford to scan the situation here, and to search for the known faces...
He saw the woman yelling some mans name in the reflection, he had been waiting for Clif to make a reply not really caring to check if he had become unconscious from how much liquor he was having and had, he watched with a smirk across his face as the object that some guy threw hit another and his attempt at playing the big tough guy, if they were both hot heads then this would get interesting. letting out a little chuckle as he kept monitoring the situation through the reflection as the black space made it easier to watch though the odd rock here and there disturbed the reflection
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