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arvg · 12-25-2010, 02:20 PM,

Enrico Alvarez was watching his father getting steadily drunk with Admiral D'Souza and other senior members of the Hispanic community. It was all good, but for Enrico, they were a little... older than the company he usually liked to keep.

He watched a pair of Order officers entering the dance floor, and grinning to himself he straightened the loose tie he was wearing... checking to make sure he looked ok, he took a deep breath, crossing to the dance floor, he cleared his throat.

"Excuse me... Hunter right?" He smiled a toothy grin suddenly feeling a little shy. "May I have this dance...?"

The girl stirred, smiling at him, and Enrico's eyes went wide. "I'm sorry, I actually meant with Jeremy..."

The tune that began

Inquisitor Gaunt · (This post was last modified: 12-25-2010, 02:34 PM by Inquisitor Gaunt.)

King and a king in his hand, with a K, A, A in the flop. With that Ellie lass picking up and shoving off before he could even catch who she flew for, it seemed things were starting to turn sweet in his hand, and sour in the bar. O'Hare shook his head, returning to concentrate on the game. The stakes started rising pretty quickly, going from the required shot as the blind to three kegs, a bottle of 60 year old scotch, and a shot something the Order pilot had assured him was so valuable, it out-trumped the entirety of the pot together.

The hand unfolded as might be expected, the biggest opposition against his full house was a two pair, aces and queens. He took the shot of whatever the hell the Order pilot was betting (some green bottle with Rheinland writing on it. He was also pretty sure he caught a glimpse of a "1997" on there somewhere, too) before staggering over to collapse on the bar's couch, to watch the football game being broadcasted on its TV set. If people didn't want to talk to him, that was fine, but by god he was going to make sure that the Newcastle United would win this freaking match. The Mollys had the resident team, after all.

He frowned as it almost immediately cut to an ad. At least the music in the background was entertaining.

Yaoquizque · (This post was last modified: 12-25-2010, 02:37 PM by Yaoquizque.)

Concordia wondered, as Jeremy greeted her "Uhoh hello love... Hmmm... I know you right?"

She stopped to dance and made a vague sign with her hand "Ehhhhh Ah! Aren't you that order boy i had some drinks with ages ago?" She grinned "And you had a girl in your crew right? Hmmm Gaga... Yada... No! Aqua!"

Concordia started again to dance. "Or i'm confusing with someone else..?"
She then noticed an attractive boy coming to them. She bursted out laughing when he asked to dance with Jeremy...

Jam · (This post was last modified: 12-25-2010, 03:04 PM by Jam.)

A man entered the Kalashnikov Bar. He was a bit shy - all the people around. The man was Jean Gidardet. He closed the door, and started to look around the bar, when he spotted a table with meals and drinks. His shyness immediately disappeared. He walked to the table, grabbed a bottle of Vodka, found a table where he could enjoy it.
"Finally, something enjoyable!" He said for himself while pouring the liquid into a cup.
Appereantly he was really thirsty. He drank whole cup in one sip, punched the cup onto the table and belched loudly, drawing attention of nearby people.
"Err... Excuse-moi." He apologized, looking around at the people staring at him. One man behind him started to laugh.
"What? I am not responsible for my thirst!"
"True. What about that nice sound coming from you after that?" The man replied, still chuckling.
"Loudly, but healthily!" Jean said while drinking another cup of Vodka. The man sat next to Jean, and told him:
"Really, I wish I could belch like that."
"Ehh! It requires practice." Jean replied and started to laugh while pouring another cup of Vodka into his stomach.
"Hey, careful with that!"
"Don't worry, monsieur." Jean chuckled and passed a cup of vodka to the man.

Meanwhile, another song started to play. Everybody stood up and started dancing.
"Sheesh. I hate dancing. But... nevermind." Jean said to the man.
"I love it." Man replied, stood up and went dancing.

Jean remained alone at the table, enjoying his vodka.

[10:46:32] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): And actually, the KU Dessie is the best GB.
[19:29:19] Joseph (Aphil): SCRA|CPW-Capitalism.

Admiral John Clay - Retired and dead *sadface*
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Inquisitor Gaunt · 12-25-2010, 03:10 PM,

The Newcastler raised his voice, throwing a horse yell to the Gallian at the table.

"Oi, Frog! Come watch'e game wivme, eh!?"

He slid one of the kegs he'd won over, to emphasize his point, the horrible screeching over-ridden by a nostalgia invoking tune.

Glis · 12-25-2010, 03:10 PM,

Gary was quite bored at the party he mumbled to himself "Shouldn't have even came here.." he stood up while finishing his scotch and slowly walked out of the bar and into the docking bay he sat in the passengers seat of the Discent (His ship) and found a crate he wondered "What could this be?" he stood up and went to the crate when he opened it he saw Bretonian Scotch bottles inside and tied to one of them was a note saying "Merry Christmas mate!" signed 'Rainus' "Ahh good ol' Rainus" He took the bottle with a note and opened it drinking and wondering he sighted and mumbled to himself "I wonder what Connie got for me.." he sat there wondering and sipping from the bottle of Scotch.

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Jam · (This post was last modified: 12-25-2010, 03:21 PM by Jam.)

Jean looked at the Newcastler.
"Whaaat? Who is the frog here?!" He shouted back half-drunk. Then he turned back to his cup.
"I'm not going anywhere." He mumbled for himself while drinking another cup of vodka.

[10:46:32] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): And actually, the KU Dessie is the best GB.
[19:29:19] Joseph (Aphil): SCRA|CPW-Capitalism.

Admiral John Clay - Retired and dead *sadface*
[Image: 44811135.png]

Inquisitor Gaunt · (This post was last modified: 12-25-2010, 03:39 PM by Inquisitor Gaunt.)

The door to the bar slid open, accompanied by a wave of thick grey smoke and a silhouetted figure. As the smog rolled into and filled the bar's roof, the figure was revealed to be a black man of about 30, holding a boom box on one shoulder blasting some phat and ((consider this your disclaimer)) explicit beats, and a ridiculously thick blunt in his spare hand. His eyes were squinted, and he had a massive grin over his features before he stepped over the threshold and threw his hands in the air.

"Yo dawgs! Le's get dis party staaaarted aheheh". He meandered over, throwing a glance at Enrico and Jeremy as he passed to the bar, going to order a drink before going to mingle with the nearest bloke with a drink of their own.

Down by the TV, the miner rolled his eyes, before beckoning over the Gallian.

"C'mon maaaate, c'mave a few drinks n'watch th'game, else 'at new prat's gonna 'get all up in your grill' or whatever th'eck they say."

Jam · 12-25-2010, 03:48 PM,

Jean realised he ran out of Vodka. He stood up and walked to the Newcastler.
"If you have some vodka." He chuckles. "Let's see, monsieur. What do we have here?"

[10:46:32] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): And actually, the KU Dessie is the best GB.
[19:29:19] Joseph (Aphil): SCRA|CPW-Capitalism.

Admiral John Clay - Retired and dead *sadface*
[Image: 44811135.png]

pieguy259 · 12-25-2010, 03:57 PM,

Vicenta teetered unsteadily up to Katz, a shellshocked look on her face, her hair all askew and dishevelled. "Katz." She clapped him on the shoulder. "I don't know what powers that machine, but the thrust is amazing. I thought I was gonna shake apart at one moment. It's some kinda prototype, isn't it?" She blew a stray hair out of her face. "Great ride, but... could use some adjustment..."

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