Club Discordia, Sin's After Hours

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Still smelling of oil and with grease stain on his hands, Enron walked in the Sin's after hours Zoner club he heard so much about...

Hello dirty boy ! Greeted him one of the passing by girls.
You may want to washes your hands before you even dream of touching me... She said with a mischievous smile and a wink.

Even in my wildest dream I wasn't gonna touch you ! He answered jokingly.

But I could definitely do with a clean up. I just fixed up the Incan.Roads from the scratches and bruises the Galic Navy inflicted her in my endeavor. You know how it is... you spend so much time with your hands in the engine you start to forget the grease that's on them !

No, I don't. It's gotta be a Junker thing, or maybe just a male thing. Boys with their toys !

She showed him a door and disappeared on her noisy hills. Now that's the kind of welcome I could get used to. He though for himself. And I though these followers of Eris were your usual puritans, religion orientated broom up the ass kinda monks, but I see I was gravely mistaken... No wonder they asked me to get these. Thinking of the wine and cigars he was to drop around.

Freshen up - as best as Junker can be - he then made his way to the bar.

I got a present for you guys ! He said loudly, getting the tenant's attention.
I was said that you wouldn't spit on some of those...

He then revealed a crate he was carrying :

Oh man, tell me it's not this cheap Rheinland piss that you've got there. Asked someone at the bar.

It certinly isn't ! Answered Enron. See for yourselves. And he opened a bottle a lit up a cigar.

The girl from before came trough and took both... She took a couples of puffs from the cigar in a...very female way and then brought the wine to her lips while closing her eyes...

Definitely not the Rheinlanders vinegar... This comes straigth from Galia or I'm a virgin... She said..

So, I've got a full load of it for you there. He said pointing at a pile of crates waiting outside the Bar.. It's already been paid for, you may thank one of your Popes, JhC, who sent me to get those... Where should I bring them ?

Don't hassle dirty boy. Said the women. Some staff will take care of that. Time for you to rest and enjoy...
That I can surely do... He said, lighting a cigars for himself and pouring another glass of wine...

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