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Burning Skies Saloon
BdrLineAzn:
*Ny-Lee looks at the guys nonchalantly*
What can't I visit my older brother onces in awhile? Besides what I heard from Niko that he's getting a bit of a prizes money and I want some. Also I need a little vacation. Living in a manor does get quite boring.
He's still usin that nickname *smirks* still getting in trouble once in a while I see. But since I'm here how about a drink.
Shinkurex:
--- Quote from: BdrLineAzn on March 06, 2013, 01:58:45 pm ---*Ny-Lee looks at the guys nonchalantly*
What can't I visit my older brother onces in awhile? Besides what I heard from Niko that he's getting a bit of a prizes money and I want some. Also I need a little vacation. Living in a manor does get quite boring.
He's still usin that nickname *smirks* still getting in trouble once in a while I see. But since I'm here how about a drink.
--- End quote ---
*Smile broadening*
"I like this girl! Yiski get her some of your fire frost ale... you can put it on my tab"
*Takes a long drink of ale*
"I don't see why Azn was so scared..."
Yiski:
*Yiski rolls his eyes at Shink. Yiski hands a mug of Frost Fire Ale to Ny-Lee*
Here you go, compliments of Shinkurex. I guess if you're here visiting your brother, I can't see any harm in it. *Yiski to himself* Though he might.
*Yiski contemplates a bit and heads to the back. A little scuffle could be heard. Yiski returns with a very displeased BdrLine by his collar.*
Play nice you two.
RearAdmiralZill:
-Docks-
*Zill gets the engines into his warehouse. The engine support will be done tomorrow. His Squid, aptly named However We Died, was now fully operational. He takes another swig from his flask as the engines fired up under the power of moonshine.
The rest of the dock is winding down. Despite all the hard work, the docks were still only capable of supporting small trade boats. Most of the past fight had been cleaned away, minus the tar stains. They will forever be a reminder to Zill.
He walks up to the main gates and sees a makeshift sign. It reads "Tar Barrel Port." Below in scruffy handwriting, "Comissioned by Rear Admiral Zill." A nice touch he thought. The Council will undoubtedly disagree, but no matter. He lets his dockhands off early and heads toward the Burning Skies. Its time for a drink.*
Sgt. Spoon:
*Moans and scuffs a bit in the couch*
moaaa... ugh.. camels... rutabaga...
*then turns silent again*
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