Libertonian Servicemember's Bar & Grill

[Ryummel]

[color=#6666CC][font=Palatino Linotype]"Y'know the stomach would suffer a lot if you relieve stress by drinking a bottle all alone everytime this situation happens, needless to mention the medical tests. And believe me, facting desperate punks such as Outcasts and Rogues during shifts is quite normal, but once you find a decent alternative to forget whatever crap happened during a patrol, it will be all fine and dandy." He glanced at the officer with the pile of paperwork with him, then took another gulp from the bottle and kept it for himself.

[color=#6666CC][font=Palatino Linotype]"Well, there you see people who are even chained to pen and holo-paper after a bad day, but guess it's not your situation right now aye? By the way, is that tattoo real or just product of marketing-monkeys? Yeah, the one you showed in that TV ad... Oh wait, just a sec..." The trash can rolled once again next to Ashfield, poking his feet. He kicked it energically, hitting a stool which collapsed. [color=#6666CC][font=Palatino Linotype]"Ach, apologies!" He said to the bartender as he got up to place the stool back in the correct position.

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