Ouray Inn (iRP)

[Tanker]

Done with the days paperwork, Jonathon decides to head down to the bar. It has been a while since he went down there just to have a drink. Not to mention that he is out of coffee.

As he walks down the corridors he notices something different. As he gets closer he finally figures out what it is. It's the noise level. As in, there ain't much. This will not do, he thinks.

Jonathon enters the bar and his thoughts are confirmed. Gonna have to do something about this, he thinks.

"Bartender! A shot of "Mother's Finest" and a cup of coffee. Be prepared to get busy." Jonathon says.

With that said, Jonathon walks over to the old jukebox and selects a song. It is time to liven up this place.

And the Jukebox plays:

Xenos ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a song than silver or gold.
Liberty belt buckles and old faded duct tape,
And each night begins a new day.
If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young,
He'll prob'ly just fly away.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Xenos.
Don't let 'em drink moonshine or fly them old Eagles.
Let 'em be Miners and pilots and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Xenos.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.

Xenos like smokey old bar rooms and clear mountain mornings,
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do,
Sometimes won't know how to take him.
He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him,
Do things to make you think he's right.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Xenos.
Don't let 'em pick banjos or fly them old eagles.
Let 'em be Miners and pilots and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Xenos.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.