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 jhe90 wrote:
Coma, OK so she was rough then!
Sounds like a fun evening.

*passes a vox number*
She told me to give you that, met her on way out, nice sister.

*heepishly takes the vox number*
I should go call her shouldn't I?
*wanders outside to call Marla*

[Secretly redirects the call to XXX-NUNS-WITH-GUNS pay phone line] [Sits and watches TV quietly]

 War Kitten wrote:

 jhe90 wrote:
Coma, OK so she was rough then!
Sounds like a fun evening.

*passes a vox number*
She told me to give you that, met her on way out, nice sister.

*heepishly takes the vox number*
I should go call her shouldn't I?
*wanders outside to call Marla*

Don,t be too scared, your still alive so she must like you.

*downs a ferrasian ale*
Aye, your not ash, that's one thing you can say!

*walks back inside looking relaxed and sits back down*
*whistling cheerfully*
Some idiot tried to re-direct my call, but they failed. Turns out that it's remarkably difficult to alter what a Guard-issue vox can call

*places axe on the bar*

Right, so BC your strongest drink. In as tankard, a propper tankard and a roast ham.

*looks hungry*

[BC serves the drink in a pitcher again, with a tankard, and bangs on serving hatch to order the ham] [Sound of pig squeaking, and crashing from back of bar]: Give it a little. Just be glad they have a pig. We've been "losing" customers lately. [Looks at WK and smiles]

*ignores BC's look*
*gets back on the vox*

[BC fetches WK a drink from behind the bar, pours it with his back to the counter, and continues smiling]: On the house.

[Hatch opens, and an immaculate grot serves Jhe a large roast ham]

*ignores the drink entirely*
I'm fine thanks.

*starts on drink*
Not bad, still lacks the extra kick of our jet fuel grade booze. Shame it kills humans after one drink.

Caught several guardsman stealing it to boost a tanks speed. Engine blew up with that stuff.

*casually makes several shady looking charecrs in hoods back off with a growl*

[BC looks sad]: That comes out of my wages. Well, more accurately it adds to my unpaid bitchwork.
[Glared at by grot] What, I used the good brandy. He's someone I know- [Hit with ladle]

We brewed alcohol that was used as jet fuel.

I mean, sorry that's a high bar. It was faster and burned hotter than mumoterium high grade kerosene.

They where shady from the smell I swear one wass a mutant from the under hives on rage drugs. Don,t want him causing trouble.

*takes the drink and sets it down next to him*
I just wasn't thirsty at the time.
*glares at the grot*

*shrugs*

Yes fine, we drink what is a useble alternative to jet fuel. It packs a kick.
I'd offer you to stock it if not for risk of death.

[BC nods]: We do get some shifty people here. Some days, I'm sure we get rat-people. They stink the place out.

[Hit by ladle] What now? Oh. [Hands WK the bar snacks and ice bucket] Welcome to VIP treatment, apparently. Here is the bar's sole coaster. [Holds it up] Guard it with your life.

Long as do not want a fight. Not worst bar I've been in, one undethive bar the floor was red, and not painted.

*catchs a throwing knife going wks way, and flicks into wall embedding 3 quarters up to hilt into a heavy woddern post *

As I was saying, Marlas not tried to kill you, your off to a good start, sisters normaly flame men before you even get a vox number.

*Awakens abruptly*
Goddamn it, that was nowhere near long enough. I do, however, feel like stabbing the person that's staring at me through that camera.
*Points*
I have more than just eyes, you know, donkey-cave.
*Camera violently explodes, spraying everything nearby with shrapnel*

*nods at jhe*
I suppose that's something. Could have been worse
*stabs a man who tries to take the coaster*
Feth off.

Know what's funny? Sticking your face in that Insta-Death snow out there is a good way to sober up from a hangover!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to find an apothecary for these grievous wounds... again.

*Enters bar*

"Well, seeing as we Protoss cannot eat or drink, we can at least help with security around here."

*A few Zealots enter and take positions around the premises.*

*turns to Kiln*
Seriously? You hurt yourself again? You're worse than "Try-again" Bragg!
*shakes his head*

*few minutes later*
*can be seen arm-wrestling with a Protoss Zealot*

*Calmly drinking some water*
I think that I am feeling much better. I am going to need to be grabbing my coat and going, however. I do believe that I need to...
*Picks up vox-caster*
Hello?
It's the tech support you called.
Yes, there's nothing to worry about. It's supposed to be-
Wait, two people?
In that case, pull that little button on the secondary control panel that says EMERG SCRAM.
No, the red one. The blue one opens the fire alarm cases.
The red one.
Ok, here. Read me the names of all of the buttons until you find EMERG SCRAM.
Wait, go back two. Press that one. Sorry.
That should halt the reaction immediately, just encase the pakinium rods in lead-lined glass, and-
What do you mean that it hasn't stopped?! Press the button!
I'm not being confrontational, you will all die if you don't press it!
Who cares about the damn warranty?! Who's going to claim it if you and the ten thousand people in your bloody hive block are vaporized?!

*Taldeer's cousin teleports into the bar and begins dragging Verviedi outside*
*still arm-wrestling with the Zealot*

[BC runs out to intervene]: Look, not everything around here need be so aggressive. You could sit in one of the private booths and talk, and not traumatise the-
[Looks down at ribcage] That is very sharp.
But you're not disproving my point.

*BC is levitated and thrown back into the bar*
*still arm-wrestling with the Zealot*
Having fun yet Benny?

[BC is flipped back over bar, and cracks head on the floor] ... Fffftth. [Stays still for a while]

*defeats the Zealot*
*walks over to BC*
Need me to drive you to the clinic? It's just about closing time here anyway

*sends mental message to taldeer cousin and v*
The Ferrasian hall has several more private booths located on second floor. and far less violence.
Il even add 10% discount if its a first date.
Just quote code heart001a

*casually walk out as a bar fight begins, with BC over one shoulder*
I've got him guardsmen but thanks for helping, *voxs and a razor back with wolf priest on board drive him to clinic *

*land raider pulls up foe wolf*
Want a lift to the hall, I promise far better food and good ales. Human and marine strengh.

*Puts away the vox in frustration, and is immediately surprised by being grabbed*
Oh... Hello there. I see that you noticed my research. Normally, I would give you the experimental piece of artistic-
*Silenced by hand over mouth*

*see's V with Taldeers cousin *

Good luck, il save you a good booth at the hall if you want it, and open the good stuff for ya.

*drives off ignoring the death snows effects that bogged up other tanks effertlessly in land raider*