Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Aingar]

A man entered the bar, clearly seeming a bit out of the place, quickly glanced around the room, and made his way to a bartender, and said:

"Glass of water, please"

Bartender seemed a bit shocked, but he gave him the glass. The man grabbed it, drank it all at once, and asked:

"Colonials are frequent guests here?"

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[Pyromaniac]

Jade stopped just outside the Lone Drunkard and took a moment to smile to himself. How many times had he played this place? Too many, and yet too little. Ah how he missed those days. Had it really only been a few months? It felt like an eternity.

Then he walked in and cast his eyes around the bar. It was good to see that at the very least this place hadn't changed. He scratched his chin with one tattooed arm and then walked over to the bar taking a seat. He didn't order a drink seemingly content to just watch the other patrons.

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[Merc]

The bartender handed the small glass filled with whiskey to Jill. She quickly gulps it down before wiping her mouth, slamming the glass back on the bar counter.

"Ah! Another one of these!

She glared to her right, spotting a man to her right, Jade, before nodding up to him

"New here, or a "veteran" "?

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[Pyromaniac]

"Not my first time here, but probably the first time here since I became a mercenary." He replied with a shrug finally turning to the bartender and asking for a beer.

"How 'bout you?"

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[Merc]

Waiting for her glass of whiskey, Jill turned her head towards the stranger again, shrugging.

"Newcomer, I guess. Y'know, I'm kind of grounded on this hellhole of a station.

As soon as the bartender handed her the drink, she grabbed it again and inspected the ice cubes within, frowning at the bartender, but downs the drink nonetheless

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[Pyromaniac]

"Barrier isn't all bad." Jade said with a shrug. "It's got a lot of good points and there are a lot worse places to be grounded."

He took his beer and took a long drink.

"So how'd you get grounded anyway? Wreck your ship?"

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[Merc]

She slammed her empty glass back on the counter again before glaring at him, puffing her cigarette.

"Yeah, 'Ya could call it that way. Things went down the drain, lost my ship, and I'm bankrupt. I've had better days I suppose."

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[Pyromaniac]

He shrugged.

"Could be worse. You could have devoted two years to a band only to have the two front men break it up over petty differences of opinion."

He took another long swig of beer and then put the bottle down.

"You got a name?" He asked looking over at her.

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[Merc]

Jill continued to smoke as she glares back to the man, arching a brow at the question.

"Jill, if it matters that much. Not like I'd care about your name, but well... your shot."

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[Pyromaniac]

Jade shrugged but didn't comment further. He took another drink before finally sitting down at the bar.

"Well hard luck on the whole ship thing. I don't suppose you're fortunate enough to know someone with deep pockets?"

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