Robert Miller walked into the Kalashnikov, his posture perfect, his walking cane tapping the floor in rhythmic timing. His cane and footsteps were soon drowned out by the Russian dance music, and the drunk chattering of pilots discussing their various and exciting exploits.
'Da, that Corsair fleet went running at the sight of my Partisan...'
'The Outcast burst into flames!'
'Only we could have been victorious against those odds...'
Miller felt so out of place in this new environment. He was in his mid-twenties now, the posh Bretonian way of life indoctrinated into him. It showed no sign of being purged from his system. The perfect posture, the polite and formal language. Even the cane wasn't really needed, but it was an old trick his father had taught him. 'A cane makes you look respectable,' he had said. He had used it on most ventures ever since.
He had for all his life been submerged in the luxurious son-of-a-businessman life. His informal tongue had been cleansed from his mouth, it was impossible for him to become like the men who he now flew with.
He approached the bar, sliding himself into a stool, and summoned the bartender. He was dressed in a comical "Santa Claus" outfit, chuckling full-heartedly wherever possible to fulfil the Santa stereotype.
The bar was decorated for the season. A Christmas tree stood prominently in one corner, tinsel hung down from the ceiling like vines in a jungle. The spirit of the giving season for many was more intoxicating than the alcohol they drank.
'Ho ho ho,' Miller chuckled, 'I'll have a whiskey if you wouldn't mind, good sir.'
'Da, I shall get it for you now.' A few seconds later, Miller was thanking the bartender for the speedy service and sipping at his whiskey glass. He relished the burning sensation as the liquid travelled down his throat.
He looked so out of place. Would anybody approach to talk?
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
