Lounge Rouge

[Sol]

A young man with a long coat entered the bar, smoking a cardamine joint under his old fashioned gray cowboy hat. The red tint of the dim light shone onto his face for a split second as he walked towards an empty table, showing a scar along his right eye and cheek. In his hand a PDA, he was checking through the contents of the screen rather bored. He threw it onto the table as he sat.

"Frickin' Liberty is dead..." he mumbled to himself. He put one of his legs onto the table and raised his finger to signal for a drink. "Goddamn... I miss that IC chick and the way she paid."

He scanned his surroundings, puffing out some smoke. Two pretties were close. He winked at the dark haired girl as she looked around, she appeared to be a shy one. Then checked out the flashy one from head to toe who was biting on a sandwich with a bottle of Jack Daniel's.

'Hell... She's hot!' he thought, with nothing else to bother his thoughts with. His sight touched on his PDA's screen afterwards... another hot chick was there on the front page of the board. 'Silver Reaver' it said... '15.000.000 SC for her head' it said... They looked really alike.

"The hell..." he puffed another smoke cloud towards her direction.