Manhattan bar

[Chucc]

Renno walks into the IND bar. His new home away from his cockpit. He had joined the powerhouse IND simply because he had a toothache and the benefits are great. He was off to find out what Dentist the IND had access to, and how to get an appointment. Looking for any of the others he knew on sight, which wasn't many. Seeing none, headed to the bar.
His blonde scalplock freshly shaved. Warpaint still damp. The burly Seneca man stood out in the crowded bar. His only clothing a strip of leather ingeniously held on and covering his package by nothing but a belt. A number of archaic hand weapons swung from his body slowly as he walked. The green and yellow of his warpaint brilliantly illuminating his blue eyes. In the age of such advanced technology he looked as if out of a museum of history. Unlikely candidate for a pilot of the IND.

"Bartender, can I get a bottle of whiskey? Best you have, please," He asked the man behind the bar. His voice cultured and clear, if a slight bit of an accent, impossible to place. He paid and tipped generously, taking his bottle to a table and settling in till the new crew started to show up. Taking he top off the bottle, he drinks stright from it.

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Looking into returning, maybe.