Manhattan Bar and Lounge

[Asgardian]

"This, Ensigns, is where we come to drink" said Malrone, with two fresh Ensigns by his side. Both Ensigns nodded and followed closely behind the Lt. Commander.

"Three Liberty Ale's, bartend"

"Of course, sir"

"You two like Liberty Ale, don't you?"

Both Ensigns stared at each other, pondering their responses. Jack simply shakes his head,

"Well, you do now"

As Jack sat down and took a large gulp of his Ale, the two Ensigns hovered over his shoulder.

"Sit down for Christ's sake" - Jack pointed to the two bar stools next to him.

"Yessir"

"We're not on duty anymore, could you two try and have some fun?"

"Yessir!"

He merely stared blankly at one of the Ensigns,

"You know what 'fun' is, right?"

With that, a night of awkwardness ensued...

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[Maj.Marshall]

Zach Marshall walked into the bar and looked around and pulled his hood up and around his face and walked

over to the bar. "hey Barkeep can i get a Bretonian Scotch?" Once again Zach looked around the

room.*sighs* *mutters to him self im geting to paranoid these days*

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Sometimes Violence is the only way to settle things

[Jack Ryan]

A young man wıth a lıght beard whıch surrounds hıs mouth, enters the bar, and sıghs to hımself.

Thıs applıcatıon ıs takıng too long to go through... he thought.

The man, Jack Ryan, had applıed for the Lıberty Navy a month or so ago, and had had 0 contact wıth the Navy sınce, and was gettıng nervous.

I need a drınk, maybe that wıll calm me down a bıt.

Jack wandered over to an empty bar stool, and sat down.

''I,ll have a Lıberty Ale. A whole bottle.''

The barkeep raısed an eyebrow, before handıng hım the bottle.

''Thank you.''

Jack spun round ın hıs seat, took a swıg of Ale, then looked around the bar at the other customers.

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Pirate Moral Booster

[Marcus Lindberg]

Marcus walked in and noticed that this wasn't Sunbucks, and ran out screaming straight out the door.

And then he saw a donut.

[Maj.Marshall]

Zach looked over at the door as a new young looking guy walked into the bar he seemed upset *sighs*

*mutters to self*"so many young pilots takeing on way to big of burden's alone these days"

Zach stood up and walked over and sat down at a table alone with his hood up

And waited for his drink to come

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Sometimes Violence is the only way to settle things

[Ash]

Buzz strolled in through the door with his collar turned up. He was slightly startled at the man that came running at him screaming with his arms flailing. He stepped aside to let the man pass, which he did as loud as ever. Buzz was wearing his characteristic dark grey trilby to shadow his face and a long dark grey overcoat pockmarket with droplets from the now subsiding rain outside. A few Navy and police pilots turned an eye in suspicion as he paused for a moment in the center of the room. Buzz surveyed the scene before him, turning his head slightly from side to side to take in the environment.

He watched as two apparent teenagers in Official Uniforms took wincing sips at the ales before them. Each of them either side of a larger man who appeared to be aggrivated for whatever reason. With various libertonian pilots beginning to stare at him he moved quickly to an empty table on the far side of the room. He sat down and picked up a paper that was left on the table before him. He opened it after he'd perched his foot up onto his left knee and began to read.

It wasn't long before he noticed an empty scotch glass on the table before him. A sparkle in his eye flashed for a second as he picked it up and slid it into his left pocket.

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[blueblade9342]

Ranius strolled into the bar, His head high and a simple grin on his face, he liked liberty space, for a bretonian he got on well with eth liberty nationals. His junk of a ship the Blueblade was docked and beeing repaired at a heavy price and he thought nothing more of spending teh last of his earnings on a pint. As he walked into teh bar his light blue jacket glistening with eth rain and his short hair swept back, he stopped as he noticed the liberty officials.

Now Ranius was a strong believer in teh law and didnt like taking dodgy jobs, bu in space one can never be too prepared and even when off his ship he walked around with a reforged sword hanging from his waste. Useless in a gun fight but handy in ship combat in teh tight spaces of his vessel. Seeing the autharaties he never thought about the rules in bars in Liberty space, and standing in teh doorway letting teh cold air in wasnt helping.

"errr.... whats teh rules on these?" He amicably wwaved his sword in front of him, shethed and holding it by the scabbard. There was a silly grin on his face and he tried to look as carfree as he could, whilst teh weight of realising he just walked into a busy bar with a weapon dawned on him. Just his luck to do something this stupid....again!

[Canadianguy]

LPI Officer Robert Jenson walked in and asked for a cofee and a donut.

He then go and sit on the table in the corner and start eating the donut. After only one sip in his cofee he stands up and walk in direction of the exit saying: Note to self, the cofee here is really bad compared to the one at Sunbucks, next time fly the ten more minutes it take from manhattan to fort bush and get some GOOD cofee.

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[Jeremy Hunter]

Q 19 year old kid walked into the bar, sat down, and ordered a New York Steak. He pulled out a flask and drank. The smell of Old Earth Root Beer wafed out. THere was something different about him. He talk little and didnt socalize. He listened. The bartender eyed him and noticed the sidearm. It was a sidearm that he knew was in service to only one faction...and the bartender didnt bother to say anything. Best to keep quiet and leave the kid alone. As he turned, Commander Zack Archer, recently promoted second-on-command of Task Force Iota, entered and sat down next to the stranger. Moments later another kid entered. he was dressed like a trader, and as he walked, the bartender heard a Texas drawl. The boy sat down with Zack and the stranger. He sighed. And listened.

Jeremy, I cant keep saying "Who?" "What?" "Where?". Stop coming here.!"
"Zack, I came here to make sure you and Gwyn saw eachother again. Not much else to do on this job."
"Come on ya'll, lets just eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we dont see one anthor!"

Archer shook his head. Jeremy and Tobias were crazy. But they were his best friends.

"Ok. Fine. Jeremy, the moment you get to your ship, go black and dont talk."
"Yessir."

The kid with the Texas drawl laughed as the threesome started to have a good time. The bartender shook his head. Couple of teens. The stranger without the drawl waled up and threw down some credits.

"That should cover it" the boy leaned in closer You never saw me."
The kid slouched out of the bar. The other two downed thier drinks and paid. The bartender looked out to see a Percheron, an Upholder, and...It couldnt be. Out of the Hold of the Percheron, an Order VHF called 'Nephthys' launched, then disappeared from sight. It had gone blacker than the night. The bartender shook his head. He never saw it

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.

[Two-Face]

A well-dressed spiffy looking man with the best suit and hair combed nice and tidy walks into the lounge and takes a seat at the nearest leather chair. He beckons for one of the nearby butlers to bring him some champagne.

"Ahh.. What a nice lounge. You guys sure did do a great job here."

The butler nodded and quickly fetched his drink. Soon afterward, the man that called himself Harvey Dent, had finished drinking his 2nd glass.

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