Planet Cambridge, Cambridge System
Grantchester City
Neon Lights Lounge
"Austin Goodman." Someone called out, which was immediately followed by the scraping of a bar stool. This commotion caused him to sit up, almost expecting to be met with a fist to his face, not a common occurrence thankfully, but one he was pretty wary of should it happen. He frowned shortly after watching the man hock a loogey into his drink that he was seldom enjoying. "If I had any fight in me, that would have been the biggest mistake you could've made." He muttered aloud as the man rambled on to the barkeep about more drinks. Austin then slowly pushed the now contaminated bland ale away from him just as Jim sat down a Taddy Porter in front of him.
"First and foremost, Lieutenant. I'm not a war hero. The men and women who died out there, and continue to die out there, they are the war heroes. The rest of us poor bastards are nothing more than cowards." He replied sternly, leaning back into the chair and clasping his hands together on the table mere inches away from the porter. His gaze met that of Lieutenant Holden's as the Lieutenant carried on his commentary about the Tau front, and the grungy bar locale they currently found themselves in. "Secondly, it's a helluva long story 'bout how this place came to be around me. But the gist of it is was that Jim here built it around me while I was sleeping off a cardamine high, right where you're standing." His words were laced with sarcastic vitriol, but as he continued his tone changed. "Though if you want the truth. Its the only damned place left where people like you wouldn't find me, and now I don't even have that. So thanks for paying my tab. I guess." He finished reaching forwards for the porter and taking a swig.
"Now, what is it going to take to make you leave me alone?"
