Katz smiled while lighting yet another cigarette, nodding to Ben as he came into the bar.
The Klash was kicking that night, as the barmaids were hurrying about to clean up the mess, Katz was getting extremely drunk and mixing yet more un-wieldy concoctions together like some kind of archaic potions master in his lab of sin.
The uniform suits you, Katz said with a nod as he poured a generous drink, sliding it across the bar to his old friend. Glancing up in irritation as a couple of people were yelling and cursing. A former Outcast and a former Corsair, both drunk as skunks and forgetting that everyone was Comrades there.
He paused as he smiled wolfishly, Benji grab a pack of cards will you and clean off that large center table there. Ill be over in a minute for a game of poker he turned to Nichole. Would you care to join us?
He chuckled as he rounded the bar, taking a couple of bottles of AKDOVODKA with him, setting them down on the table and sitting down.
The table had once been the sensor parabola of an old Bretonian capital ship, felled to Coalition guns. One of the great heroes of the revolution turning it into a large round table, perfectly suited for cards.
He spotted Lt. Commander Lanakov sneaking across the bar and whistled at him loudly, Oi Lana, get over here and join in. You have some hard earned credits to loose tonight he sat down, arranging his glass as Benji set out the cards. Noting the empty seats at his table.
Lt. Broch, you he pointed to one chair. Glancing around the bar for anyone else. One more seat and it should be filled and no Psi-ops guys allowed!
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