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*Checks tablet*
Alright, we're... H-here.
Pleasedon'tmakemegoin...

*digs himself out of the snow*

I'll take that cure, if you please.

*looks around and sees the bar*

Come now, Verviedi. Socializing is important. Chin held high, and if anyone messes with you, stick this in their ribs. Besides, you'll feel better after a few drinks are in you.

*hands Verviedi a small knife*

[BC wanders out of bar's bathroom, shaking his hands dry, sees approaching chimera, and looks for an exit]

*slaps Verviedi on the back*
Come on! It builds character.
*sees B.C and waves*

*walks out of the chimera, leaning on a staff and pats his pockets*

For the love of- I had the vial in my left pocket

*pulls out a video and downs it all*

Commisar! Care to have some drinks with us? It's bound to be better than your therapist, which seems to be the bottom of a glass while you're alone.

[BC looks sheepish, pulls on staff apron and steps behind bar] [Points to sign indicating unpaid tabs must be paid off in work credits, and sighs]

Work... Credits? Does Deathsnow IV still use that archaic system? What's next? Actual cash money?

Credits? What about Republic Credits?

*clears throat, waves hand* Credits, will, do fine.

[BC sighs and taps sign under the word "unpaid" and gestures to self, and then gestures to tracker tag on ankle]
[Points to regular multi-currency cash register and card reader]

*winces*
Poor guy. At least the bar takes all forms of currency...

Put your unpaid tab on mine, ferrasian tourist board is running higher profits than planned and we got a bonus. Plus hall profits it will not be too high.

Long as it not crazy, what's the tab?
*orders strongest human drink on menu*

[BC looks uncomfortable]: There was a Commissariat stag party, and they ran out on me, left me fielding the tab. And the repair bill.
I wouldn't mind, but I was designated driver! I wasn't even drinking! [Pours drink for Jhe] Don't worry about it. I just have to do a couple of days and they'll take the tag off. Say hi to the tank for me.

Agh.....
Aye il keep a eye on your tank if you want.

*downs drink* that's, underwhelming. . . human alcohol, its not ferrasian but tastes good though.

*relaxs by bar*
Eh, 10 of the same please.

...Give me something that will knock me out without any brain damage.

[BC hands Jhe a pitcher and tankard, and mixes Verviedi something that's mostly syrup and ice, with an umbrella in it, but uncorks a small bottle and drops in something that smokes slightly]: Don't go breathing over any open flames.

That's better

*starts casually drinking what would kill a human*
It's still not quite as potent as ferrasian drinks.

*turns to Jhe*
That's because Fenrisian alcohol is one step away from being usable as jet fuel.

 War Kitten wrote:
*turns to Jhe*
That's because Fenrisian alcohol is one step away from being usable as jet fuel.

Well.... Umm we have ran a storm wolf off the stuff before when the jety fuel ran put. Ironically it was faster than the munatorium jet fuel....

Try this.
*hands it to Jhe*
Just don't ask what it's made of. It's a Guardsman trade secret.

*has started arguing with one man at the bar before punching him in the jaw*

Serves him right. The gue'la didn't know what he was talking about.

*reaches over and grabs the man's drink*

This reminds me of my starting mercenary years. Ah, it's hard to believe that was already fifty years ago.

*takes wks drink*
Blimey, that's strong... You can brew a good alcohol. Oddly enough marine organs *whispers wk a way to improve it*

50 years your old for kroot, bountiful career, long as you live!

*raises glass, to the quick payment and easy credits*

*gets up*
I'll be right back. I have to go brew some more of the "special stuff".
*walks out the back door of the bar*

Aye, no one match's a space wolf at brewing, ferrasian alcohol is legendary.

*downs casually arnough to kill several men *
Another!

It takes alot to get me drunk!

[BC slides broom handle through handle of back door, and goes back to serving actual drinks]: I'd stick to the named ales.

Aye fine, true.
Same again bc, keep the drink flowing!

Il drink this bar dry!
No one out drinks the wolves *howels*

*walks in through the front door carrying a keg*
*winks at BC*
Nice try, but it'll take more than that to keep a Guardsman out of a bar.
*drops the keg next to jhe*

If there's anything fairly normal around here, I'll take one of those.

* hands a ferrasian with antidote in a small tankard*

Try that, it il make you grow a beard!
Keep away from naked flames....

Tries new guardsmen brew, not bad, not bad. *hands a copy of a book on brewing*, few good tips and new ways to brew a good ale. Written by the fangs master brewer.

[BC hands KK a sealed bottle of IPA] You can't bring your own drinks into a bar. I'll get fired, and I'm not even employed.

*shrugs* fine, *floats tankard too close to a fire and gets dramatic explosion *

That's what you call alcohol.

*walks to door*
Right, better get over to hall and send the latest kraken pit reports, only 432 deaths so far this week!

*waves and throws a bag of credits to cover bill on bar*