Libertonian Servicemember's Bar & Grill

[mtjsmith]

Matt looks at John with disgust

"Oi ye cheeky begger, I got these drinks 'ere! Pah! Just because I earn more than ye'!

Matt makes a paper dart out of a 20c note and throws it towards the Barman. It hits him straight in the back.

"Aye Barm'n - moar o'these beers and n'orange juice for tha' lovely lady 'ere"

Matt sees Dimitrova's look of "Oh God I can't understand him again"

*coughs* "I mean, get those drinks ordered and here toot-sweet Barman before these beers run dry"

Matt is slightly annoyed that he can't use his normal accent

"I'm good thanks Dimitrova, frecking horrible shift - That ionisation I had in the cockpit probably did more damage than the Rheinlanders! And how's you?

Matt smiles a wide grin and thinks about putting on some golden classics on the jukebox

---