Manhattan Bar and Lounge

[pieguy259]

Andrea Berkeley takes a bar stool and slumps onto the bar. "Something tells me signing up for the LPI will be harder than I previously thought..." Despite motioning for a drink, she is handed a Liberty Ale.

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[AdamantineFist]

A huge bear of a man enters the bar, and, plunking himself down on a barstool, and bellows for the bartender. The bartender takes one look at him, hangs his head, and mutters, "Oh, god, not Svenson again..." When the hassled man comes up to ask him what he wants, Harald Svenson says, "A pint of Rheinland beer!"

The barkeeper frowns at him. "We ain't got any of that foreign stuff. The embargo with Rheinland's stopped all the imports."

"What?!" says Svenson, incredulously. "Damnable heathens, you lot wouldn't know good beer if you were hit over the head with a keg of it. No Rheinland beer? Bah. Do you have any of the Borderworlds brew? The Sidewinder Fang?"

The barkeeper glares at him. "No, we don't. Why does everyone keep asking for those?! Sidewinder Fang this, Sidewinder Fang that... Sheesh. Look, pal, it's either Liberty Ale, or some of the new brandy in from Bretonia."

After spending some time thinking it over, Svenson chooses the ale, then continues to grumble about its inadequacy, pointing out its distinct lack of body, flavour, or any other redeeming qualities whatsoever.

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[pieguy259]

A huge bear of a man enters the bar, and, plunking himself down on a barstool, and bellows for the bartender. The bartender takes one look at him, hangs his head, and mutters, "Oh, god, not Svenson again..." When the hassled man comes up to ask him what he wants, Harald Svenson says, "A pint of Rheinland beer!"

The barkeeper frowns at him. "We ain't got any of that foreign stuff. The embargo with Rheinland's stopped all the imports."

"What?!" says Svenson, incredulously. "Damnable heathens, you lot wouldn't know good beer if you were hit over the head with a keg of it. No Rheinland beer? Bah. Do you have any of the Borderworlds brew? The Sidewinder Fang?"

The barkeeper glares at him. "No, we don't. Why does everyone keep asking for those?! Sidewinder Fang this, Sidewinder Fang that... Sheesh. Look, pal, it's either Liberty Ale, or some of the new brandy in from Bretonia."

After spending some time thinking it over, Svenson chooses the ale, then continues to grumble about its inadequacy, pointing out its distinct lack of body, flavour, or any other redeeming qualities whatsoever.

"I hear that," Andrea says upon hearing Svenson. "Heard rumours back home on Denver it was made from engine coolant. Only two things it has going for it: it's cheap and it makes everything else taste better." She downs her glass and makes a face, yet motions for another. "Plus if you drink enough of it you don't care about the taste any more... 'Course, by that time you can barely sit on the barstool without falling off."

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[TDLdark]

A middle aged man walks in, carefully skirting around a man that seems to be causing some ruckus. He takes note of some Army marines staring at the man, nodding to their companions and quietly laughing, while making grotesque faces towards the large fellow.

Sitting down at a stool..
"Greetings there Jeremy, a round of that Bretonian brandy over there"

"Long day Mike?"

"As always"

"Here ya go, ya know the bill right?"

"Yeah...here"

The man pulls out his wallet and quickly scans his card into the pay machine nearby. He turns around on his stool and surveys the scene. The marines are still silently jeering at the large man. One makes a cross with his fingers while another pretends the stab the cross with a fork.
In a corner lays a beaten man, quietly singing. A group of naval officers scowl in his direction, rubbing their fists, while a bartender talks to them.

The man gets up and picks up a Newsfeed from a table. He activates it and scans the news highlights. More attacks...some 522nd fleet destroyed...a Osiris in New York. He sighs and continues to scroll, sipping from his glass now and then. One headline catches his eye. A DSE mobile base destroyed by a bounty hunter? More sighs come.

"Hmm.....oh that...it causes quite a ruckus, but eh, sometimes these things happen."

"I know...I see it a lot"

"Don't worry Mike, I hear Liberty's getting better and better."

"Ahh perhaps...well...I have reports to write"

"Good day then officer"

The man walks out of the bar, stepping over a drunk that had fallen into the aisle. Robots quickly moved to sweep him into a corner. Taking one last look at the gloomy scene, he turned around and exited slowly.

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TDL Dark pretty much hit the nail on the head..

Ypsilantis Family

[Xing]

Axel sat silently at his own stool, looking at the patrons with a somewhat amused grin - but anyone knowing him knew the man was seemingly permanently wearing this half mocking smile of his.
That is, until business got serious.

His uniform was somewhat strange, a dark and red trim one, with no rank designation. The name tag on his chest read "KPT. A.Baier", and the few words he spoke were tainted with a light, exotic germanic accent typical of rheinlanders who travelled much.

He only ordered something to dine, drinking from his own bottle a crystal-clear liquid, obviously very strong.

"Ahh... Rheinland ale. It has been a very long time since I enjoyed the brewage made from the fatherland..."

He smiled slightly, his eyes showing some nostalgia although still gleaming with lucidity. If rhienlanders were anything, it certainly was a race of drinkers.

"My, House Liberty must be falling in decrepitude if it must contend with engine coolant!" He smirked,
"Pass by a zoner station someday, maybe you'll get some of the real stuff!" he said, lifting his bottle (which held absolutely no indication what it was)

He winked to the LPI girl,
"Just ask the liquor of the reds, they'll know what you will be talking about."

Of course, he meant Vodka (perhaps one of the Coalition most succesful exportation product to the zoners). Not that known in the core worlds, it certainly was enjoyed in the borderworld under various acronymes (most aren't even aware these bottles came indeed from secretive coalition bio-domes), and provided a surprising decent economical financial support to the Revolution.

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[pieguy259]

"Yeah, well, you know rumours," Andrea shrugged. "I've also heard it was made from fermented Nomad brains. But that can be safely ignored. My current theory is that it's just plain awful." She took another swig. "Liquor of the reds, you say? Well... if i'm ever on a Zoner base, which doesn't look likely for the near future, I'll follow up on that."

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[Xing]

Axel nodded, checked if he received any message from his com-link, and seeing none, relaxed again.
"Why not, comr... uh, friend? You libertonian talks about freedom, but can't even afford to leave your job a few weeks to explore true liberty? Ah, for sure, you must come and see the wonders the borderworlds has to offer - aside from a greater variety of potable drinks than here, in your homeworld!"

He chuckled as he drank down some more "liquor of the reds", and turned a bit more serious,
"I'll bet you must be slaving all day long in an attempt to stop corruption in this state. To be truthful, I've been visiting Liberty every years, business, you know. Lost cause, you know. Quality of routes keep decreasing despite, I'm sure, the attempts of honest men and women trying to do your honest job."

"Your damned government... just like any government of Sirius..." he shook his head in disgust, quite symbolic of his thoughts.

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[pieguy259]

Axel nodded, checked if he received any message from his com-link, and seeing none, relaxed again.
"Why not, comr... uh, friend? You libertonian talks about freedom, but can't even afford to leave your job a few weeks to explore true liberty? Ah, for sure, you must come and see the wonders the borderworlds has to offer - aside from a greater variety of potable drinks than here, in your homeworld!"

He chuckled as he drank down some more "liquor of the reds", and turned a bit more serious,
"I'll bet you must be slaving all day long in an attempt to stop corruption in this state. To be truthful, I've been visiting Liberty every years, business, you know. Lost cause, you know. Quality of routes keep decreasing despite, I'm sure, the attempts of honest men and women trying to do your honest job."

"Your damned government... just like any government of Sirius..." he shook his head in disgust, quite symbolic of his thoughts.

Andrea snorts. "I'm not in the LPI yet. And I'm not setting foot outside Liberty in the Starflea I'm stuck with. Not unless I feel like having some Outcast or Corsair introducing me to the 'wonders of the border worlds' up close and personal." She drains the glass and gestures for another.

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[Xing]

Axel bursted into a low, deep laughter,
"Ah, an aspirant LPI. Well, let me tell you this of the borderworld, it is indeed not a place to stand alone. If you go anywhere outside the core, bring friends, unless you are a bold Freelancer..."
He smiled slowly,
"So rare, these kids nowaday. I often dreamed to be one of them... but, ah, my people needs my help and I've found a new vocation."

He nodded briefly, checking again his comm link for message. Obviously he was someone who seemed to live a very hard living, constantly needed for a task. And judging by his physic, he certainly looked more like a soldier than a mere commercial freight liner captain.
"Seems like today is a vacation day. If I might ask, what is such a fine lady as yourself wishing to find in the LPI? It does have a somewhat, hum, nasty reputation."

Perhaps it was vodka, but Axel felt perticularly open to conversation today.

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[pieguy259]

"Wanted to be in the police since I was a little girl," Andrea says. "You know... you know how the kids on the block always play cops-and-robbers? I was always a cop, and I always got the robbers. I want to... get out there, see all of Liberty, help protect the public from pirates and criminals..." She drinks more. "What's your 'vocation' then, if I may ask?"

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