Sirius Research and Development Bar

[Hans von Goeben]

*Hans looks at the list of beverages and tips with his index finger on the counter which seems to be a bit sticky*
"Well..."*he sighs*"...besides the Ale sh*t from Liberty...do you have Rheinland Beer around, the gut stuff?"
*The bartender shortly smirks because of Hans' thick Rheinlandish accent and leans forward to him; whispering:*
"The good stuff, eh? You know that Rheinland strictly controls in- and exports of their products, including your wanted beer...and the onliest source are..."*he even gets closer to Hans' face; he is feeling a bit annoyed right now*"...the Hessians who smuggle such things over the border"
*Hans looks grimly all of sudden; knowing the drill of all the other bartenders he has met so far and pushes the bartender gently back to his normal position; rolling his eyes*
" Look, mein friend, i know what you want to say by this..."
*he pulls out his E-Wallet, sending 50 credits to the bartender*" I hope the barrel wasn't shacked too hard like usual..."
*Greedy, the bartender checks his tool and smiles like on the first day* "You didnt just see that, right, Sir?"
*Hans looks bored* "Seeing what not?" *he answers resignated*
*The bartender nods* "Thats the spirit."
*Getting his ice-cold, prickling Rheinland Beer in his hands, he drinks half of it instantly and looks a bit more relaxed now. " Just what i needed after flying through half of Sirius "
*Now not being focused only on his thirst anymore; he looks around: Some folks are arm-wrestling while others are watching. Being alone at the bar, he decides to stand up and walking over to those people with his beer in his hand.
Standing there along with the others, watching the game, a man with a beard and muscles like an ox is approaching*
"Sir, you seem to be new here, aye?"
*Hans has the feeling that the man is staring with his blue eyes right into his soul; fearing a soon-to-be realigment of his face* "Err...ja, i am kinda new to this place...Hans is my name, Sir."
*The ox-man smiles with his perfectly white teeth and shakes Hans' hand* "Ah, a Kraut, eh? *he smiles softly* Well, a rare sight around here. But you are drinking the good stuff, and a man who drinks that can not be twisted in his mind!"
*while shaking and saying that, Hans feels like in a ping pong game inside an asteroid field*
"W-w-well, nice to meet you too, S-Sir...?" *The man stops shaking his hand* "McLeoth, Hans. Brian McLeoth. But you can call my Leo, just like everybody else here."
*Hans feels relieved now; keeping his face how it is* "Danke, Leo...so, is that what you guys are doing to kill some time on this station?"
*Leo explains that this is a competition; and some people raised bets on the opponents. He asks Hans if he wants to set a bet on an arm wrestler as well; would be the best way to get known to some of the other folks. Five minutes later, he is 500 credits poorer....*
*Flushing his beer down in one sip; he sits down on a divan and checks his money on the omni-tool. He mumbles a Rheinlandish curse when he recognizes somebody is moving over to him. Feeling a bit uneasy, he smiles back and nods; interested in what the person will say*

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