"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok

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Watching the Admiral's speech, Katz lifted his glass at the right moment, removing his cigarette and downing it in a single slug. Slamming the shot glass back down on the bar.

He nodded to other patrons as he walked back around to the other side of it, picking up more bottles and thoroughly enjoying himself as he mixed more drinks.


Music

Naturally the song that came on after the Admiral's stirred up some emotions, a few yelling about Emos and what they'd do to them if they ever caught one loose in the bar.

Ktaz laughed as shook his head, resting his elbows on the bar and watching the men.

Over by the pool table, two marines were having a headed discussion about something violent, each pushing the other in way that could only result in the second most popular activity in the Klash besides drinking...

The bottle smashing heralded the fight.

The first punch sending one of the Marines back, sprawling across Commander Mao's table, as the barmaids, well trained in this kind of affair, quickly secured anything even remotely valuable.

Katz leaned to the left as a bottle of Vodka sailed past his head, crashing into the glasses stacked behind him, showering the bar area with broken glass. He shook his head, still laughing and smoking as the bar fight escalated.

Surprisingly, the members of the Commissariat weren't doing half badly, and it made him rather proud to see a couple of the crew members from the CPW-Trotsky beating up on some of the Savelovski's. Nothing said that things had to be fair in the Klash...

He had enough time to turn his head, before the stray fist connected with his jaw, spinning him around and sending him sprawling to the deck. The surprised Lieutenant, who had been aiming for a Marine Captain, suddenly desperately apologizing as he tried to help Katz back to his feet.

Katz, still laughing, despite the fact that his cigarette was now broken and dangling in his mouth, picked himself up. Clapped the Lieutenant twice on the shoulder, before pushing him back towards the waiting Captain, who gladly obliged the Commissar by beating the living tar out of the offending Lieutenant.

Sparing a glance across the bar to the bemused Admiral, Katz shrugged his shoulders and tipped off a salute as he tossed a maintenance specialist that had sprawled over the bar, back into the fray.

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