Ouray Inn (iRP)

[Python 72]

Rob Alderson stood outside the door to the bar, listening to the bustle and uproar going on inside. This world still seemed so alien to him. After those hectic days on the run, he never thought he would find a place of safety again, yet here he was in a place of warmth, comfort and peace. '€œWell,'€ he chuckled to himself, '€œas much peace as the Xenos are ever going to get.'€ But the humour didn'€™t last. These pilots, these people, the look of determination and pride in their cause was apparent on their faces. Rob felt like an outsider, he was but a rookie, his skills as yet unhoned and no match for the Liberty Military. But here was a chance anyway, and to get that chance he had to meet those who were to be his fellow pilots. It was thus with a great deal of apprehension that he slowly pushed open the door to the bar and walked in.
The wave of noise instantly hit him. The banter and laughter managed to completely drown out the bands futile attempts to be heard. There was gambling and shouting and fighting in great abundance, but in and amongst all this was alcohol, lots of it. Its effect on some of the patrons was obvious as they joined in singing some lusty ballad, quite off key too. But what do you expect when you live life in constant fear that each minute could be your last? Rob moved to the bar to grab a drink, a few eyes following him with disinterest along the way. '€œWhat can I get you young chap?'€ the barman asked as he leant over the bar towards Rob. Quickly scanning his fellow patrons, he said '€œGive me a whisky, straight, it seems to be popular here.'€ Grinning the barman gave him his glass. Rob gratefully took it, and tried to down it quickly, manly. The coughing and spluttering brought great hilarity from his nearest neighbours. Grinning sheepishly he took a stool and stared around the room.