Razor's Edge Pub, Seasons Base

[Omega472]

"Non-alcoholic gin? Love, I advise you don't drink whatever's in that glass."Karim eyes the glass as if it were pisswater. His puzzled stare into the glass is interrupted by a grime covered man approaching.
"Aye there friend! Good on you to come to the fun table!" He nudges the elderly man slightly with his elbow as he laughs at his own joke "My name's Karim, Karim Callanan, pilot for the Vagrant Raiders. Welcome to the neighborhood!" Karim takes the man's hand in a handshake and slaps it with the other, making a sincere introduction with a stupid smile on his face. "These are my new friends- Well, I don't know about that bloke over there," he points to the man across from him and uses one hand to shield his mouth from him, a fruitless effort since he's lost all control of his volume to the whiskey, "He's a bit promiscuous, if you know what I mean, and I don't think he likes me too much!" Karim breaks into laughter at the last bit, his head falling he slaps his knee to the humor. There's an audible shout from someone distant in the bar, "That's not how you use promiscuous!" But Karim simply waves in a flush towards the voice's direction paying little attention to the correction, and subtly pauses his drunk stupor to dig some multi-colored pills from his pocket and down them with his whiskey. "But enough about us merry men and woman, what's your name friend?"