Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Laowai]

As Miguel took his seat on one side of the room, Pedro looked up from the bar to see a familiar sillhoette, framed by the outside glare entering the room. It was accompanied by a smaller, slimmer sillhoette which was not at all familar.
Pedro raised an eyebrow.... "He usually comes in here alone" he thought... and as he sized up the female companion of the man he knew quite well "And definitly not with a.... Senorita like this?".

Elder Ben Laowai moved himself and his companion to his regular haunt in the dark, dimly lit corner. Pedro watched with mild interest as the younger woman took her seat beside him, he had heard the rumours... "so they must be true" he thought to himself once more.

Ben took his seat, tossing his coat into one corner, Zarita did the same, placing her overcoat gently on top of his and sitting beside him.
"So this is actually the place?" She whispered quietly... She looked around "Your memory of it is..." she paused and a line creased her forhead... "A little blurry actually!".
She looked at him with a slightly amused look "you were drunk most of the time you were here werent you?"

Laowai blushed, or at least, blushed as much as someone like he was able to. "Well... yes... but, this is where we do that?".
She chuckled... "Senor Laowai, i do believe you dont even remember what you did and said here half the time?"
Ben shook his head, "Can't a man have his secrets"? he asked rhetorically, Zarita laughed in return, "well, actually... not really, no."
Pedro appeared suddenly beside them. "Senor Laowai, it has been some time." He turned to look at the young woman sitting close by in the booth and he bowed his head slightly - "And so the rumours i have heard are true... you must be the good Senora"
Zarita held out her hand and shook the barmans' warmly "Zarita" She said, introducing herself, "Good to finally meet you Senor".
Pedro shook her hand and then cast a look at Laowai... "Senor... let me compliment you on..."
Laowai looked unimpressed and seeing the exchange, Zarita giggled slightly. Pedro looked slightly awkward and changing the subject said.... "Er... the usual i suspect Senor?" Laowai nodded and Pedro turned once more to Zarita... "And you senora?"

She paused a moment, looked at her husband and said "ill have the same".

" Senor Laowai, not only Beautiful but with the same... peculiar taste in liquor?" Pedro quipped, "Senor Laowai, you have outdone yourself"
Ben scowled, " Yes yes Pedro, spare your charms, it wont work here... 2 Baijiu's, get 'em coming."

The barman turned and walked to the bar. Laowai turned to Zarita; "You know, you have no idea at all what this stuff will do to you?"
She nodded and said "Well, true, but i do recall enjoying it you know, i may as well get reaquainted with the taste"?
The Old Corsair chuckled...."Your people dont even drink, aside from that fermented Corn swill they call alchohol... This is the real stuff..."
Zarita shook her head... "Yes yes, i know i know, One or two isnt going to kill me."

Ben saw the figure sitting on the other side of the room and nodded to him, "Miguel Sephardi?" Zarita asked and Laowai nodded... she glanced at him a moment, "You're glad he's back arent you?" She asked quietly.
and Laowai nodded again, he was indeed, it was good to see his people unified once more, Pedro brought over the glasses and Ben raised it in silent salute to his Brotherhood comerade, the two of them downing their shots without words but understanding the occasion.

"BLAH!!!"" Zarita spat suddenly, "By Crete" She exclaimed, gasping "You actually drink that stuff?"


Chuckling to himself, Ben downed his glass and then motioning to Pedro ordered another....

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