Ouray Inn (iRP)

[Tanker]

Jonathon listens intently while finishing the last of his drink. "This stuff is almost as good as "Mother's Finest". No offense, Miss Benitez.

He then reaches into his pocket and hands Ronnie a few cigars. "Here Ronnie, We picked these up from an ill informed trader yesterday." He then turns to Miss Benitez.. "Junkers, (you can hear the disdain and disgust in those two syllables) Are a bain to society. I understand you using their bases Miss Benitez, but you have to watch yourself around them, They would sell their own grandmother if they could get a good price. Let alone them pushing the drugs they get from the outcasts. Filthy Cardimine!"
With that last uttered in total disgust, Jonathon fills and empties his glass in one smooth motion. He remains quiet for the moment, lost in his own thoughts...