"The Patriot" A bar on Leeds..

[Glis]

Razor looks at Jason and says "Maybe you shouldn't drink that much. But then again i can't stop ya so go ahead." with that said Razor finishes his pint. And asks Jason "Could i barrow a cigar?"

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[Aces.Fox]

Ace's gives a low grunt of agreement, and continues to play with his Rubix Cube, as he makes note of the other people's reactions to the Broadcast.

On another note, Jack, I'm good... motions, with his head, to the other at their table. Who... Is this?

Ace's facial impression obviously says he could really care less about the broadcast and is more interested with the unknown man at the table.

[Serpentis]

Jason looks at Razor and shrugs smiling with the cigar in his mouth

Jason: Aye well nothing can stop me drinking nor smoking there mate

Chuckles, and then hands Razor one of his cigars

Jason: There ya go mate

Looks at Ace's and holds out a cigar

Jason: That's Razor, hes one of them Guilders, you know, the bounty hunters? Well, hes offered to train some of the recruits

Blows a ring of smoke then takes a gulp of the beer in the pint

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[Aces.Fox]

Ace's stops with the Rubix Cube, and sets it onto the table, he leans forward and back in Jack's direction, he regards the man with a calm eye.

That so? Good to hear.

Leans forwards and extends his hand to Razor, while at the same time receiving the offered cigar in his other hand.

Name's Thomas, just call me Ace or Ace's though.

Offers Razor a surprisingly off putting and charming smile, and sets the cigar next to his cube.

[Glis]

Razor takes a cigar, extends his other hand to shake with Ace and says "Nice to meet you, Thomas." he then lights the cigar and takes a sip of his pint.

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[Aces.Fox]

Nods, and then turns to regard Jack with a grin.

You're still smokin' and passin' around those cheap things?

He picks up the cigar Jack gave him and flips it around between his fingers.

[Serpentis]

Jackson looks at the Rubix cube for a couple of moments, raising his left eyebrow a little and looks at Ace's

Jason: Eeeh.. You still carry that thing around?

Looks at Razor, smiles and says

]Jason: Thomas here is one of our top pilots, hes one of the Army's wing leaders as well, basicly that makes him

Inhales some of the smoke and puffs it out in rings

Jason: My boss..

Chuckles

Jason: And about my cigars, Thomas, they're good enough for me

He grins and then chuckles a little

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[Lancelot9]

Humphrey strolled into the bar and looked around.

Typical. Jack's late again.

He sat down at a dark corner table and scanned the cocktail menu. Having spotted his preferred drink he waved at the barmaid who nodded and raised a finger to indicate she would be back. It had been a couple of weeks since he had last seen Jack Wakefield, one of his associates in Bretonia, even despite the extensive ion storms land-locking both of them on Leeds. But whilst Humphrey had been in a coma Jack had visited him on several occasions and having come round it was about time he had the chance to thank him. The Patriot was certainly a pleasant change from the Central Hospital Recovery Centre's canteen.

"So what would you like today sir?" asked the barmaid.

"Oh hello, a neat Manhattan please" said Humphrey.

"Ah you like the oldies do you?"

Humphrey laughed: "Yes indeed. Not a classic for no reason."

"Alright I'll be right back."

"Thank you very much"

Just as he finished making his order, Humphrey's valet Jeeves walked across to his table.

"Oh what-ho Jeeves, didn't realise you would be quite so quick! Do sit down."

"Thank you sir" said Jeeves.

"Care for a drink?"

"No thank you sir. As a matter of fact I was just popping in to ask if you needed anything further before my night off commenced?"

"Oh yes of course! No that is quite alright Jeeves. Thank you for your concern, I'm just waiting for Mr Wakefield actually, you remember him don't you?"

"Naturally sir. Pleasant fellow. One of your employees sir."

"Quite right. Dashed good fellow as well. He has certainly taken care of things at the bank extremely well whilst I was bedridden. Anyway Jeeves don't let me keep you. Enjoy your evening."

"Thank you sir" said Jeeves who got up made a slight bow and walked out of the bar.

The barmaid placed Humphrey's drink on the table and rushed off to take another order. Just as Humphrey was about to lift the glass to his lips he noticed a familiar figure being checked by burly and slightly menacing looking security men.

By Jove! If it isn't... Yes it is!

Humphrey and Lee Adama flew together in the Bretonian Armed Forces prior to the accident, and Humphrey recalled Lee as being an excellent pilot and fellow serviceman. Humphrey waved at the barmaid again and this time, rather flustered, she rushed over.

"Rather understaffed aren't you?" said Humphrey.

"Yes very! I don't think they expected it to get quite this busy just yet; and actually we don't usually offer table service!

"Oh I'm terribly sorry! I didn't realise."

"Not to worry! Anyway now that I'm here what would you like sir? Some snacks to go with your drink?"

"No thank you. I actually just wanted to request that you place that fellow's tab onto mine if it isn't too much trouble" said Humphrey as he gestured towards Lee.

"Alright not to worry I'll have it done right away."

"Thanks again" said Humphrey with a smile.

If there was ever a time to give a tip I suppose this would be it! thought Humphrey.

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[Osilon]

The woman got up from her table, and proceeded to an empty chair where razor was sitting. She sat down, nodding to the others at the table, and looked down towards the table, while also removing a cube with a heart inscribed on each side, and placing it down close to her.

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[Aces.Fox]

Still grinning at Jackson he takes a finger and roughly taps the cube.

Oh, this old time taker? Come on, you know I don't go anywhere without it

He laughs, and turns to regard the newcomer, and her cube, with his calm eye.