Amidst the loud chatter, banter and general thuggery of The Blood Money Snake Eyes crept into the bar.
He knew the Reavers were tough, heck, he'd flown with them sometimes whilst going after some good for nothing navy scum, but what welcomed him was horror. "You've got to be kidding me! 2 million credits for a bowl of whiskey!?" Snake Eyes said with horror.
"Yep, didn't you check the menu?" The bartender said with disgust "Whiskey's the soup of the day, every day" "Oh, it's a soup? Why didn't you say so. Oh you" Snake Eyes punched the bartender in the arm as a friendly jester, however, the look in the bartender's eyes was not even remotely friendly. "I can drink to that, set me a bowl Jimmy".
"My names not even Jimm-" "Ssshhh" Snake Eyes whispered, placing his index finger onto his mouth.
The bartender placed a bowl of fiery liquid beside Snake Eyes, he then walked off happy that he didn't need to talk to this weirdo any longer.
Snake Eyes grabbed the bowl by the sides and drank it all down, in one go.
He let out a long sigh, followed by a short pause. After that he then proceed to jump onto a table and exclaim at the top of his lungs: "WHO'S READY TO GET SMASHED"