Burning Skies Saloon

[Shinkurex]

*Nods*

"Well that's the last time I ask for that... Give me something that won't knock me out please"

[RearAdmiralZill]

*Takes a long swig of his No.3*

BdrLine, whats so special about a Yeshan Galleon? Yiski's right too. Too cumbersome for my taste. But I do still want to know.

*Glares over to Shink*

Dont blame me, I give ample warning when its used. That or you were about to bite it anyway.

[BdrLineAzn]

*to Zill*

oh nothing much. they just wanted to say thanks. but also they really dont know what else to offer then what they can make good. and honestly they make better galleons, have you seen them try to make a pot or even a spoon at the least, yeah its that bad. But you dont have to get it the gold offer still stands.

*drinks his hellfire*

Yiski can we shoot that flare at Sunderland, i dont want a repeat of what happen again

[Yiski]

*Yiski takes his No.1 and sits with Zill and Azn*

Sure, a Yeshan galleon is top-notch, nobody's questin' that. But I'd imagine everybody would enjoy getting a slice of the gold.

*Yiski takes a swig and stares at Sund and looks back to Azn*

Well, next time if it gets sold off or stolen, Sund's on his own.

[N-Sunderland]

You guys can be certain that this thing won't be lost ever again. I'm not leaving it lying around here anymore.

[RearAdmiralZill]

*To BdrLine after another swig*

All the same to you and your kin, but Ill take the money.

*Beckons a work to go fetch his Gatling Gun. A short while he returns*

Here yea are Yiski. No friggen drunks are going to out us a tab.

[Qwerty Kun]

*Qwerty walks in the door, plague doctors mask hanging around his neck once again. Upon seeing the likes of Admiral Zill and Sunderland his face breaks in to a smile.*

A more depraved hive of scum and villainy I have never seen......but enough about my family portrait, how are you boys? 

*Qwerty goes and sits at the bar, facing the other at the table*

[N-Sunderland]

I'm not too bad myself. My captain and I have been searching the skies for raiders lately, but it seems like we've scared them off. The beating we gave them at that camp... We could write a whole book about it.

[Yiski]

*Just as Yiski reaches for the gatling gun, a group of men walk in and stand at the table BdrLine, Yiski, and Zill are sitting at*
*The men reach into their pocket and each pull out small pouches*
*Yiski inspects the pouches and finds an assortment of copper, bronze, silver, and gold bits*

"Yeah we all heard you're back and figured we should pay our tabs."

*The men eye the gatling firmly in Yiski's grip*

-It seems our friends weren't kidding when they said you'd come after us with a gatling.-

*Yiski smiles*

Smart friends.

*The men leave and Yiski takes the pouches over to the counter and puts them in his lock box (made by a certain N-Sunderland)*
*Yiski grabs a handful of drinks to the other patrons and walks over to Qwerty with a mug of Anvala's Reserve*

[RearAdmiralZill]

*Takes a final swig and beckons for more No.3*

Ah, good. Now poor Roland wont need to worry himself while youre away again Yiski. This Gatling gun does so much for us.

*Blank stare at Qwerty for a moment before replying*

A rough bunch and even rougher drinks. Take a seat and have a mug.

[Yiski]

*Yiski fixes himself a small glass of Hellfire and Zill another mug of No.3*

Skies, I still remember when I first used the gatling a few months after opening the saloon. I can still remember the deadbeats' faces when I came bursting in with it. Ah... they screamed like frightened children.

*Look to N-Sunderland*

Sund, you could probably write a whole damn book just on all the complaining you did getting your damn flare gun. Until then, I've never believed half those insults existed.

[N-Sunderland]

*Look to N-Sunderland*

Sund, you could probably write a whole damn book just on all the complaining you did getting your damn flare gun. Until then, I've never believed half those insults existed.

That flare gun and I have been through a whole lot together. Hell, I once defended Anvala using it alone.

I could put all that in section 15, chapter 32, volume 8 of my autobiography.

[Qwerty Kun]

Thanks for the drink, you wont mind if I dont rack up a dept with you

*Places a few coins on the counter and walks over to the table, taking a seat*

Names Qwerty and it's a pleasure to meet ya all. You sound like you've got a hell of a story stanger.

[Yiski]

*Yiski gives a look of incomprehensibility at the thought of N-Sunderland having an autobiography.*

I... I... how... *sigh* forget it, I don't care.

*Yiski turns to Qwertyjam*

I don't mind a tab, but don't make it a habit of running to high for too long. *Yiski points to the gatling still on the table* I think you get the point.
As far as a story, you'd not believe what we went through for a flare gun.

*Yiski gives Qwertyjam a quick overview of the small adventure the team went through. (Recap: http://tinyurl.com/cp49tqu)*
*Hours pass and Yiski realizes it's a half past 2 a.m. and that half of the saloon is still filled.*
*The sight brings a thought to Yiski*

By the skies, it feels good to be home.

*Yiski manages to get the remaining stragglers to leave and closes up for the night*

--END OF DAY 22--

[Yiski]

--START OF DAY 23--

*Before opening for the day, Yiski heads down to the market district. Before him was a plethora of different stalls, most sold general goods for pilots and crews, but a fair number sold goods for the locals. Yiski stocks up for the day and heads back to the saloon.*