Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Dusty Lens]

One nice thing about the X Shuttle is that it could drop like a rock without needing to indulge in the fate generally reserved for falling rocks. Also that it could float rather handily, if noisily. Such as in the fashion it currently was a safe distance from the streetside portal into the Brotherhood Bar.

Conner figured he has just enough time for the quickest of visits, the briefest of waves, the swiftest of swift toasts and just enough notoriety to make it through the doors and be on his merry way before anyone decided to throw a stool at him. Damned if he wasn't just about right.

A round for the gang was thrown onto the tab, enough premium Mescal and wine of varying hues was moved to the roof for pickup to pickle a Marduk and he signed his name on a panel salvaged from the Havanah back when blowing her up meant something.

He raised a glass before excusing himself to "repark" his shuttle.

To the best group of bastards this side of the other group! Hurrah!

Then he gtfo, booze in hold, shuttle burning like a burning thing as it screamed out of system.

There were some things you couldn't do without.