Ouray Inn (iRP)

[Spear]

Jacobs was sitting at the bar as usual on his downtime, he was drunk, as always his accent was thick and almost incomprensibile when he was fuelled by alcohol.

"So how was your flight my friend" the barman said as he passed Jacobs his fifth double whisky.
"Ahh wiz great laddie, a chased off sum Rougue feller named Rex.Mullins, then this lawdog named Caspian decided to interupt me chasin the Rogue!" Ben shot back his drink and swayed on his stool "Another" he requested.

"So what happened?" the barman refilled the old Xenos glass and looked at the grinning Jacobs with a shudder, he could still remember the time Jacobs had gutted his last chef for serving him a cold pie and beans.

"Well the fool engaged me and tried to missile me to death, Ahh wiz a bit caught off guard at first and took some minor damage. So ahh decided to introduce ma opponent to a few of ma missiles, couple of minutes later his ship was broken." Jacobs grinned the smile of a lunatic and the barkeep shuddered again.
"Just as about to finish this upstart aff some LSF feller named Escrima tried to assist Caspian, but he was too late, now I rounded on the LSF laddie and dished out a spanking to him, he chose to flee. Can't blame the lad, his ship was taking a poundin!"

"Not a bad patrol Ben" The barman noted.

"Aye I cannae complain friend" Ben took another shot and put his glass back on the bar. "Is Maggie dancing tonight?"

"She's just started her shift" the barman replied.

"Right then" Jacobs stood up and swayed about "Time fer me to see me some flesh!" Ben then stumbled towards the lap dancing section.

The barman watched him stummble away and sighed, he will be asleep in there in five minutes he thought. Not even the doormen of the roughest bar in Liberty would have the stones to wake the psycho.

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