Hellfire Legion Bar and Grill (AO)

[TheJarl]

Tharog notices this and shouts:

"Ey! Watch out, lad! Ye go clean that yerself, understood?"

He mumbles something and goes back to work.

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[Total.Absolution]

Beumont looks at Tharog, and raises an eyebrow

"Fine fine."

He sighs and takes a washcloth off of the bar counter, and gets to work washing up the Liberty Ale spillage. Once he is done, he sets the cloth back down, and sits back down to take another drink, which upon doing so, spills even more. He says nothing, hoping Tharog wouldn't notice.

[TheJarl]

Tharog facepalms and wonders why people are such idiots. He sighs heavily but doesn't say anything and just gets on with his work.

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[Total.Absolution]

Seeing Tharog facepalm, Sam figures he saw it. Quickly walking over to the cloth again, he cleans up the mess, and puts the washcloth back in it spot, now somewhat stained with the color of Liberty Ale. Sam sits down and takes another drink, this time making sure not to spill any.

"About time I didn't spill any of this."

[TheJarl]

Tharog smiles as he notices Beaumont finally manages to take a drink and not make a mess of it.

"Well done, just a wee bit more practice and ye can be a waiter!"

He chuckles and puts another filled glass of ale on Beaumont's table.

"This one is on me"

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[Total.Absolution]

"Thanks, could use another drink I suppose."

Sam quickly drains the first drink, and grabs the second drink.

"Thanks Tharog. For the Legion!"

With that, Sam quickly raises the drink as if toasting with an invisible man, and empties the drink of any Ale it had once held.

[TheJarl]

He nods. He grabs a glass for himself and raises it as well.

"Aye, fer tha Legion!"

And he too empties it in one go.

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[Echo 7-7]

Dane stumbled into the Bar and Grill, exhausted after a hard day's work.

That Major Harker... what a tough woman to get along with.
At least my time with her is nearly up.

I am just famished.

"Hey, bartender! Something strong, please, and get me the biggest piece of meat you've got."

A few other pilots nearby looked around at the newcomer.

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There was a sig here, once.

[TheJarl]

Tharog looked up from behind the bar. He looked at the beverages in store, though a bit and then finally decided on something. He grabbed a bottle and filled a glass from it. He shouted something to the kitchen and walked to Dane.

"I got this fer ye, Coalition Vodka, 60%. And regarding the meat... well.. it'll take some time to prepare... the biggest thing we have is.. uh well... big.."

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[Echo 7-7]

"Hoo, sounds like just what I need... and when you say big, how big is that?
I haven't eaten all day."

Dane begins to salivate at the thought of hot, juicy flesh to sink his teeth into.

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There was a sig here, once.