Vierlande R&R [Open RP]

[Darradarljod]

Richter, dressed in a Rheinland Military pilot jump suit and leather bomber jacket, strode into the hall with a bit of a skip to his jackbooted step. His prisoners were undergoing processing, his ship repairs. There was time for a cheeky Rheinbier. There was always time for a Rheinbier.

The broad shouldered young man presented himself at the bar and lift a hand to greet the keeper.

The pot bellied older man seemed to take an eternity to make his way over to Richter, polishing a glass as he came. Setting down the vessel the barkeep flung the towel up onto his shoulder and dust off his hands. He planted his paws down on the bar and stared at the young man expectantly.

"Rheinbier, if you please, Herr Klumper," Richter requested, stealing the man's name by a glance at his greasy name badge.

"Ja," grumbled dismal Klumper through his grey walrus mustache. He snatched a stein and filled it from the tap with an expert hand then slammed it down in front of the pilot with a slosh of froth.

Richter's eyebrows lift gratefully as he picked up the stein and took a first sip. It was good. He licked the froth from his lip and turned his back to the bar to survey the crowd. There were not many personnel in the hall this hour. Reaching into the pocket of his brown leather bomber jacket a cigar was retrieved and bit between strong white teeth. He patted himself down for a light, but finding none, could only frown.