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Burning Skies Saloon
Yiski:
--- Quote from: Furrymessiah on February 23, 2013, 10:24:35 pm ---
"Of course, Yisk, you would know, havin' been under my mallet a time or two. Not half as hard as I've given it to Zill, but then again, he enjoys it less." Giving the man a wink, she picks up one of the pints and downs it like a man dying of thirst, setting the glass down and belching demurely. "As for the tab, go ahead. I'll pay you once my boss settles his tab with me."
--- End quote ---
Bah, I've yet to recover from that last hit two months back! I swear, if you were any angrier, I'd thought you were intentionally trying to kill me. Anyways, I know your good on your tab.
*Yiski downs the remainder of his Hellfire*
Damn I can never get enough of this stuff.
--- Quote from: RearAdmiralZill on February 23, 2013, 10:32:30 pm ---With a slight limp, and a dusty mask, he swings the door wide and lets it slam. Standing there in his finest officer jacket (dust and time have not been kind to it) he beckons for 2 barrels to be carried in by a rough bunch behind him. As the barrels roll toward the bar, he surveys the room. No patron could see though the old hazard mask, warn for their protection moreover than his. His boots sound heavy as he inspects patrons on his way to Yiski...
Boy this bunch looks rough Yiski. What you been offering these days?
"Gives a pat on his back"
Finest rum and moonshine in them barrels. The desert sure didnt want them to leave her sight either. Lets say we have a swig before it gets dusty.
"Beckons for a round on him and gives a glance at Furry"
About time somethin' prettier than BdrLine came out of that wasteland.
He walks to his usual table and props up a chair for his tired body.
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*Yiski staring at the man and immediately recognizing Zill*
By the gods, I was wondering when you'd come back from your salvage mission. Thought the council finally decided to get rid of you by giving you the Scrap job.
*Inspects the barrels*
Holy hell, you actually manage to find a barrel of Anvala Vintage No.2 and No.3. Thought the last of the stuff was lost forever and in the last place anybody expects to find it. I gotta say Zill, you're constantly full of surprises.
*Yiski hands himself a mug of No.2 and Zill a mug of No.3*
*Each raise their mugs to each other.*
To clear skies!
N-Sunderland:
Oi, Zill! Where's my money? Something about me not being able to keep a Spire alive during a double Pyra ram? Maybe that rings a bell for you? I'm getting impatient, Zill!
Psyran:
* finishes his drink and allows the chair to slam down hard on the ground as he removes his boots from the table *
Let's get one thing straight real quick. You do not know me. You don't know if I'm the most wanted criminal or the next Mrs. Universe contestant. So before you start slinging those warnings and calling me 'new' or 'green', you think about that.
This isn't exactly the most friendly bunch, maybe I should just go wet my whistle somewhere else...
* flips a coin to the keep for his drink before he walks to the pisser *
Skyraider:
*Walks in*
*In a low, mumble voice* Well, this is where all ye spend all your spare time..... Maybe I should take a break from the ole' fighting, Zill says I should quit harassing the new-comers. Trial by fire, or mostly fire with a mix of carronade, that's what I always say.
*In a much more louder voice* Well, if none of ye know me, I'll introduce me self. I am the Raider of Skies, Skyraider, and I've come to this establishment to get away from those pride-less, swabies. I may be an aggressive, honor driven warrior, I still can't pilot with people fallin' off me ship. Sure it may have holes from the enemy shooting at us, but its no excuse to get ye foot stuck on a board. Alas, everyone can't be perfect, although they should.
Also if you think I'm gettin' a drink I..... "Misplaced" my crews retirement funds, and that's what I was going to use. And I also was gettin' a spanner to fix those swabies I was put with, if I can fix a burnin' engine with it, why not fix stupidity?
N-Sunderland:
--- Quote from: Psyran on February 23, 2013, 10:48:30 pm ---* finishes his drink and allows the chair to slam down hard on the ground as he removes his boots from the table *
Let's get one thing straight real quick. You do not know me. You don't know if I'm the most wanted criminal or the next Mrs. Universe contestant. So before you start slinging those warnings and calling me 'new' or 'green', you think about that.
This isn't exactly the most friendly bunch, maybe I should just go wet my whistle somewhere else...
* flips a coin to the keep for his drink before he walks to the pisser *
--- End quote ---
Look, you're standing in here with one hell of a gunner, one hell of a pilot, one hell of an engineer, and Furrymessiah. You'd better stop acting tough, or you're going to regret it. That flare gun is loaded, you know.
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