Cat's Eye | Barrier Gate

[James Greed]

I'll fix this one day.

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Greedback

[Divine White Dragons]

A young woman in a business suit walks in and stops to look around. Spotting the bar, she walks over and takes a seat. "Can i get, hmm... i'll take a glass of red wine please." After the bartender takes her order, she slumps as much as she can, without falling off her chair, and leans on the bar sighing.

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Tenrai Haku Ryū - 天来白龍

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[James Greed]

Upon noticing her, Lavinia sneaks out from behind the counter. With a few quick steps, she gets to the freshly arrived costumer. She takes a seat next to her, smiling at her. " Feeling down in the dumps? I could say that goes against the fifth rule...." She smirks. "But! You can always tell me! Uncork your feelings, I'm listening!" Lavinia looks at her with a cheerful expression, to which it's hard to say "no".

[Divine White Dragons]

Sophie looks at the girl who sat down next to her. "Down in the dumps? no. the opposite in fact. I just signed a lucrative deal for machinery with a mid sized company. I'm celebrating, though the flight lag is a killer." Picking up her drink, she sips half of it in one go. "At least i dont have to make all of the delivery flights myself. that's why we have pilots. hehe." Sophie takes off her jacket and tie and places them on the seat next to her. "At least i can relax a bit until i have to go visit the next potential client."

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[Vaelin]

Vaelin

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A new patron entered the Cat’s eye. Standing at five foot nine, the man was dressed in black pants, a matching shirt as well as a trench coat. Although one might consider the trench coat a vanity item it was far from that, a slight chill emitted from it. There was one feature that might drag one's eyes to him and that would be a freshly gifted wound running from his right temple to the corner of his lip, the stitching was held together by butterfly bandages. The man's outward demeanour seemed more off-putting than inviting, though this slacked for a moment as he spotted the panther. His progression to the bar counter had been done swiftly despite the clearly battered state he was in.

“Vodka.” His voice coming out in a murmur.His PDA gave a notification that he had an incoming transmission which he promptly declined without even seeing who it was from. Two pistols were holstered, he had seen the sign but without any (apparent) place to store his guns he kept them on him. After paying for his drink and receiving it he moved to the seats at the very back of the bar setting his drink onto the table as he reclined in the chair.

Outside Barrier gate station would linger an Osiris, although it would transmit the IFF of a Freelancer instead of the Order. The man turned his PDA off and nonchalantly dumped it onto the table retrieving the glass of vodka in trade and instead of drinking it, he held it to the side of his right temple.

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[James Greed]

" That's a relief then. You know what? Your drinks are on me. That's the least I can do for the first costumer." She smiles at her, then turns to the bartender, ordering some orange juice. "So, what exactly do you do for living, if I may ask?" Her tone remains cheerful.
Her footsteps are silent, as always. She sneaks out from one of the rooms, heading for the bar section. She recognises one, not the other. She sits down on the floor, between Sophie and Lavinia, and looks at Sophie, and puts her right paw on the side of the newcomer.

"Evie. Haven't I told you to stay in the room? The guests may not like you." Lavinia turns her head to the huge cat, who looks back, not really understanding the situation.

James blasts through the bar, yet again. " The storeroom! That's what I've forgot!" He adds, and immediately heads for the storage. "Sis, when you close the bar tonight, remind me to get that done!" Lavinia just nods, not really caring. " Also, have you seen that ship out there? It probably took a wrong turn, and ended up here instead of the Omicrons. I sense a huge parking ticket." He laughs, then asks some whiskey from the bartender, before jumping into one of the armchairs in the corner.

[Roxanne K. Cashwell]

A new person comes into the bar with a long gray coat from the neck to reach down to the floor, he gently move foward to the table. Sits down. he put his elbow to of the table and crosses his fingers. "bartender... Whiskey please" said the unknown. His big hat makes hard to see his face, and his coat seems old and crappy. He pulled out a long fancy pipe, and start to smoke something which hase a very strange and mysterious purple smoke