Out from scraps

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------He slowly turned around towards Adam and his face has expressed being surprised with a slight smile for a short while. That expression has changed almost instantly into a wider smile and both men shook their hands in a strong masculine way. Adam sat on a stool, which happened to be left empty nearby and rested his left hand on the counter's top. He took a look at everything what was surrounding him, when the bartender gave some weird looking drinks to a few customers. The liquid substance, which filled the mug had an intensive green tint and smelled deninitely not the way Adam wanted drinks to smell - it must have been some poor alcohol. He's been always rather conservative in terms of alcohols, prefered vodka, whiskey or just a beer. It doesn't mean he never drank anything else, he did and even in number, but it's been only when he had to, and only the most expensive ones.

Peter took another mug from below and started to clean it with precision, which was characteristic only to him. All the known bartenders used to neglect this activity and literally didn't take care about it. Well, it wasn't much different in Peter's case, but you could notice he pays more attention to this task. Or maybe it's just been another falsified expression Adam kept finding lately. The thing is the longer you spend onboard your ship far from world's luxury life, the lesser things make you happy. And when you want to drink... you want your mug to be clean.

Peter was done with serving drinks after a while, at least for a few minutes. He turned towards Adam again, who was still sitting on stool. He spoke with following words: "Finally a while to speak. What brings you here today? And I won't buy your story about simple conversation. Not today at least!" He finished with a giggle. Adam wanted to rest his back on something, but there was nothing behind him in fact and he almost fell from the stool. He realized the fact just in time and avoided it. He just took another comfortable seat and replied laughing with a wide smile: "What can a man look for in a bar?! Give me some ale!". Peter just finished cleaning a second mug, put it just in front of Adam and said: "How would they call it? 'Your will' my 'job'? Well whatever. Take that one.". Adam picked the mug and tossed off its content. He put the mug back on the counter's top then. "Thanks man. Cold beer was exactly what I needed."

No, a peaceful conversation wasn't the reason he was in the Mactan's bar that day. He looked at his clock again, the time was coming. In fact he was waiting for two man as they needed to speak about something that was to happen in a few days, if only received informations were correct. He leant towards the counter with a gesture like he wanted to catch the mug again and said: "Give me more beer." He looked around casually and finished after making sure there's been noone around them. Then he pointed with his eyes at the table in dark corner of the bar and added with more silent words: "For two additional man. Also make the table invincible." He was pretending like he was choosing a drink from all the bottles, which stood on the counter's opposite side. And he did it well, noone could notice that there were speaking that way. Peter's smiling face turned into a serious one immediately - he frowned his eyebrows - even if it lasted for a few seconds, noone could make out their true intentions. Peter said in serious tone, as quietly as the previous speaker: "Consider it done. I knew you've came for something big." He also added a bit louder, in his normal tone: "So have you decided yet? Our drinks are the best you could ever choose." Adam summed their conversation up with a slight nod of his head and added: "Yeah, the blue one will be perfect" Peter answered: "Alright, give me a minute, that one is yet in warehouse"

Adam stood up, put his hands in pockets and walked carelessly towards the already chosen table...

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