-The Drunken Junker Pub-

[Drunken Junker]

Johnny pulls the empty bottle from the table where Doc Holliday, Murphy, and Congressmen Beast and Finnegan are engrossed with a rather raucus game of cards. From his other hand he produces a new one, fresh from Andrew Beast's recent haul, clunking it down between the gentlemen.

Declan the doorman wipes his hands after picking up yet another Bretonian MI-5 agent by the shoulderblade and tossing him unceremoniously into the gangway.
"An' dont come back, lawman!" he shouts over his shoulder. His rich baritone echoing off the walls.
He smirks, heaves his huge frame onto the stool by the door and crosses his arms.

Elsie 'Pip' MacLaugh bounces over to the newcomer's table.
"Why, ello ma'am!" she says in her usual energetic and welcoming manner. "I see'z what the barkeep got you a drink already, can I offer ye some nosh? We've a fine Gaian lungfish special tonight, Chef's been hard at it all day."
As she speaks she notices the goggles on the table.
"Nice eyegear, if I may say so meself. Look Gallic, they do. I got mine from from Bourge-en Brasse. A tip from a smuggler captain. Nice fella, too." she rattles on with her trademark three-pots-of-coffee, high-pitched, jackhammer inflection. "Theyre awful fancy. Where'd ye say ye was from, miss?"

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