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Burning Skies Saloon
Connor Mc.:
*Jibb looks un easy and a bit confused*
Connor what did you tell this man?
*Connor pats Jibb on the back*
Nothing Jibby, just that you're good at poker, this is Honeybadger
*Jibb fakes a smile and waves at Honeybadger, he pulls connor off to the side and starts whisper screaming to him*
what the hell were you thinking? HONEYBADGER? WHAT THE HELL KIND OF NAME IS HONEYBADGER? HE COULD BE A DRIFTER LOOKING TO CUT OUT MY DAMN HE-
*He stops when he notices the whole bar staring*
Honeybadger:
*he lets out an akward laugh*
Its a nickname Mr. Jibb.
Connor Mc.:
*Connor smiles and pats Jibb on the back*
See Mr.Jibb? A nickname
*he pushed Jibb forward as Jibb lets out an awkward smile*
Honeybadger:
*extents his hand while keeping his other hand on his back*
Nice to meet you Mr. Jibb. I promise, any concerns you may have about me can be cleared up on the way. Should you decide to come. And I promise you will come back MUCH richer.
And hopefully not dead.
Papa Paradox:
Papa Paradox was sitting in his chair, feet pushing against the table tilting his chair, asleep. There was the sound of wood cracking, and the two leg's he had been resting on all night collapsed under him. He fell out of his chair and within seconds got up and uppercut the table in some sort of sleep induced defensive panic.
"Wha' the... flakin' Yeshans" He trailed off.
He stood up and was blinded by the sunlight that leaked into the room, he put on small black circular glasses, pulled out a cigar and lit it. He then proceeded to head to the bar table, hangover and raspy voice in full effect.
"Water, boyo..."
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