Manhattan Bar and Lounge

[centauri5pirate]

The few patrons turn as the door to the tavern opens up, and they see a man walk in. Dressed in camoflage pants and a worn jacket with a Lane Security patch sewn on the sleeve, the look in his eyes tell that he has seen more in his short life than he should have.

He walks up to the bar and nods to the people sitting there. Signaling the bartender, he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a smoke.

"Greetings!" The bartender says to him. "Welcome to the Manhattan Bar and Lounge! What can I get for you today?"
"Liberty Ale and a Bretonia scotch to back it up." he replies. His eyes glance at the numerous screens behind the bar, stopping on the gate race being broadcast from the Hood in Dublin.

The bartender returns with his drinks and smiles at him. "Been a rough day huh?" he asked him.
"You have no idea." the man replied. He picks up his scotch and downs it, then reaches for his ale. Two swallows and a half bottle later, he says "Better bring another round, and while you're at it, set up everybody." He reaches in his pocket and flips a $1,000 Sirius credit card on the bar.

"Better order a platter of that Kusari Sushi too." he added.

He looks back to the race, smiling as he sees a titan clip his wing on a gate and explore in a fiery ball.
Almost bought it on that turn myself one time, he thinks to himself, smiling.

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You ask me why Im weary, why I cant speak to you.
You blame me for my silence, say Its time I changed and grew.
But the war's still going on dear, and theres no end that I know...
And I cant say if were ever...
I cant say if were ever gonna be free.