Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Marrone]

Reggie rolled his eyes, looked away and turned his cup upside down; his saliva that was once transported there through spitting drooled onto the bar. "Righ', righ', don' lis'sen to hard now, jus' do yer' own thin'. . .Reckon it's better t'learn th' hard way, anyhow. Guess tha'd make you have more in common wi' me when I was 'bout yer' age." He stretched his arms out for a moment before turning the cup back around and giving the bartender a look and gesture to refill his cup. He watched her look at the smoke, but he didn't bother gazing with her. When she claimed she didn't like talking about herself much, he rolled his eyes once more, but less so, especially when she mentioned the pet name "love", even if it was more of a pronoun. He looked around, and realized no one else was really talking; had he really been talking so loud? It bothered him, but he remained relatively focused, remembering that a young lady just called him something nice.

He smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck while his cup was filled with the worst ale the bar had to offer, "Well, if ye' say so, girly, I 'pose it can't hurt. Depends on which one y'wanna hear. . .Maybe from when I was an Outcast, 'er a Corsair, maybe afterwards when I 'came a Junker or, maybe a bit more recently, when I got t'work fer' the Zoners? I've been all over, an' tried all ther' women-- If'n you were a man, I'd tell you Corsairs first, then Zoners, an' then it's a tough one 'tween the Junkers an' Outcasts, bu'thas' only if you count a Liberty Rogue as'n Outcast. Oh. . .Wait, ther' I gone done it! Welp, lemme just tell you a few thin's 'bout each 'sperience; when I was real young, I was over at Houston, an' I worked fer' the Liberty Rogues, righ'? An' then I started workin' my way to bein' an Outcast, an' as y'know, I didn't do too well ther'. Then I became a Corsair-- They accepted me after I gave 'em all th' routes th' Outcasts used, an' they liked how I was fine with shootin' anythin'. Bu', like I done tol' you, I slept with th' wrong ladyfriend an' got in a lotta' trouble, so I worked fer' the Junkers, an' then this whole ordeal happened an' I ended up pissin' them th' hell off, so I ran t'the Zoners. . .Well, wer' do y'want me to start, girly-pie?"

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