Manhattan Bar and Lounge

[RmJ]

*Zigeris enters the bar*

-With Zigeris ignoring Doctors orders to discontinue piloting his LSF bomber, Zigeris's injuries have gotten worse. After yet another wreck he was taken to the Medical center for surgery. Due to Cryers new medicines and highly skilled surgeons the old injuries mixed in with the new were mended quickly. Zigeris left hand and ribs are still broken, speaking is hard for him so he takes short breathes, often causing him to hyperventilate. Zigeris looks around at the people seating at the tables, and finds his normal seat empty. He approaches the table and proceeds to sit down-

Sara -" AH here again sir? OH geez what happen now?"

Zigeris- "Same thin..thing," *takes a breathe* "Another dogfight .tha..that makes me sit ...in a escape..pod."

Sara- "Well ha sounds like your not a good pilot at all."

*Zigeris grins*

Sara- "This isn't funny you could get yourself killed."

Zigeris- "Wait? ...why would you care?"

*Sara pauses*

Sara- "What would you like to drink sir?"

Zigeris- "Wait nope, answer me."

Sara- " Nova shot? okey coming right up"
*Sara walks away*

Zigeris to himself- "What? why would she care? HA not a good fighter haha I like to see her do half the things i've done." *sighs* " But she's right, if i continue on like this i'm going to get killed. I can only press my luck for so long. Ha meh, well at least it makes a difference."

*Sara returns and sets the drink on the table and turns around*

Zigeris- "Anna wait,"

*Zigeris frantically trys to get up but falls on the ground*

*Anna turns around and attempts to help Zigeris up*

Anna- "Sir! you shouldn't be moving around like this HELL you shouldn't even be out of bed!"

*Zigeris now on his feet*

Zigeris- " Eh ..thank you.."

Sara- "No don't thank me now thank me when i drive you home you need to rest."

Zigeris- "Drive me home? Miss..."

Sara- "Just wait over there my shift ends in ten minutes can you handle that?"

Zigeris- "Ah...sure....,"

-Zigeris leans his body against the exit way wall and watches Sara continue on serving the rest of the costumers. Zigeris again looks around to see if he recognizes anyone, again finding no one. Zigeris steps out side to get some fresh air, and a man smoking next to him gives him two glances. Zigeris noticed this, and took special interest. He studies the mans face, noted everything about hes features when satisfied he could burn an image of his face in his mind he walked on over to the other side of the street.-

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