One Drink Too Far? //with Kyu Akibara

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Having remained quiet most of the time and simply responding with small gestures, Kyu looked at the so called Blue Ridge. Quite appealing to the eye, the drink. Leaning an arm on the counter, he eyed Kobo, inspecting him for a moment. "You seriously don't need to call me sir. I guess you're not much younger than I am. It's Kyu." After all, he himself was in his mid-twenties, and the young kusarian probably was in the age somewhere between 18 and 25. He had a ship. He drinks alcohol, and he obviously knew how to deal with things enough to not die yet.

"I wouldn't be too harsh with the people arond us. The Rogues are nice people, usually after the piracy. They have humor, and they keep the gears of Liberty running." A bit more silent, he added another line. "I rather have them taking care of corrupted Liberty Officers then the latter stopping OSI vessels for scans and all that." And that was his true opinion. Nothing was more horrible than a sassy LPI officer pinning down a transport for an hour because they needed to get their statistics done. And they did that often.

"What is this about, though? Taking a couple of drinks with a stranger you stopped two times in space, treating me like I was any different from the usual trader just because of a kusarian name?" It was obvious that even in his tired state, his was still careful. The Junker boy made that demand. Have a drink with me. What the hell? But why not, as anything else Kyu would have done in the spare time between work and sleep would have been looking for a quick high or a nice girl to accompany him for an hour or two. Although he definitely had enough of the girls for today, being pirated mostly by Maltese and Golden Chrysanthenums. Holy cow, that wart on the face of the red haired crazy-ass Eliza. Who would have thought the Razgriz Black Hole had a little sister?

Taking a little sip of the drink, he narrowed his eyes for a moment, placing the glass back on the counter.