2526 Oct 17 - And a fun time

The Dregs Bar and Grill - Persephone

"No Poofs," reads the big sign just inside the doorway to the Street, and the general decor of the Dregs backs up that assertion. Grim faced spacers sit on battered wooden chairs at equally battered tables or stand at the bar eating sandwiches and drinking and laughing and cussing. The long bar is rimmed with brass fittings, dented and pockmarked and worn from years of elbows and dirty hands. The mahagony surface of the bar is well polished and waxed. There are no bar stools, but despite this lack patrons belly up to the bar and vie for position with eachother at all hours, and at any given moment a fight is likely to break out. Behind the gruff looking bartender a large sign proclaims, "We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone. That means you, fancy-pants!"

Small wooden tables are scattered haphazardly about the center of the room, each surrounded by a small cluster of chairs, none of them new. Booths line the walls and offer a modicum of privacy for those who desire or require such. The table in the corner to the right of the door as one faces the bar has a card game going, and the rumor around town is that that same game has been going on, with rotating players, for over a year non-stop.'

Cast of Characters - Saffron, Desmond, Aubrey, Chas, Maggie, Makenzie, Cal, Trevor, Sink, Remington, Nicoli, Carmichael, Walker, Tatyana, Nike, Danni, Jerico and Nova

< Saffron > The doors open and close, a smallish woman entering in the middle of the process. Her coppery red hair is loose, an idle hand tousles it a bit; she looks tired. She offers a nod to the bartender, who seems to know who she is, and Saffron makes her way to a barstool and slides onto it, elbows resting on the table as she settles.

< Desmond > The doors open and in steps the doctor. The man looks tired as if he's been without sleep or merely had a rough night. Once through the door, Desmond tips the brim of his hat forward a bit and makes his way toward the bar. It's been said that the cure to a hangover is yet another drink and that seems to be the man's plan, "Whiskey, neat."

< Aubrey >There is a small...well it could be a woman, it could be a man, who the hell really knows? For people familiar with the little techie though, it is Aubrey who enters The Dregs with a distinct lack of...hesitation of uncertainty. He just adjusts his gloves and is for once without his little monkey buddy. He just brushes a strand of hair out of his face and looks around with wide blue eyes. A thoughtful expression on his face, he simply heads for the bar, lashes fluttering as he murmurs to himself softly in binary. Purple and Black, Leather and...mesh? Numbers and a lack of height. It all works together in a way. "Vodka...if possible I'd like to take the most logical course of action and purchase the entire bottle if you will provide me with a shot glass." He peers up and over the bar at the bartender speaking in that soft, lilting and almost computerized little voice.

< Chas > With a foot resting on the rail, an elbow on the Bar, Chas Rykin looks like he feels a bit more at home here than when at the Mystic Lady just the other night. At least his clothes blends in much better. He twirls the whiskey glass that is held a few times before he takes a sip. Only when the patron next to him jostles his hand and a bit of whiskey is spilled does he show any real emotion. But that is passed soon enough as his attention roams across the noisy and crowded bar.

< Maggie > You'd think a medico would know better. Apparently not! Maggie makes her way from the MWC to the Dregs. She orders bottled beer (mostly safe) and grilled bbq ribs (charred, and therefor probably safe) and fries (cooked in boiling oil and *hopefully* safe). Then again, Maggie has been around long enough to have built up a resistence to most of the bugs on Persephone's favoured bar - and to have the MWC ER on speed-dial. Aubrey gets a curious look and polite nod as she picks a table for habitation once food is delivered.

< Makenzie > How is a shot glass the most logical course of action? If he's going to drink it straight, he's going to drink it straight. So says the woman -on top of the bar-, whose demeanor reflects just a weeeeeee little too much whiskey. "Sensible is a half glass. Unless you're downing it with a follow-up, which you didn't order." Long, lanky, Makenzie's eyes do not distract from this man before her. Or woman. However it be. "Why do you limit, and extract? Not logical, sez I."

< Cal > It certainly can't be for the food, that's for sure. Or, well, alright, what passes for food. It's bound to be greasy, hot, and potentially of a common shade of some brown that shouldn't be examined to closely. Yet Cal is making her way into the bar anyhow, stopping only long enough to check the safety of the gun she's carrying while loitering a bit until spotting another pair of familiar faces she's expecting to share drinks with.

< Trevor > Trevor walks in and looks around. He's not been here much. He smiles briefly as he looks around and nods to the few he recognizes, and any others that offer a friendly enough greeting. He waits however with Cal for now.

< Saffron > The corners of Saffron's lips curl into a cryptic smile as she observes the newcomers, though she says nothing for the moment. She taps the bar once, and a whiskey and water is put before her. She nods once to the 'tender, and lifts the glass to her lips, taking a small sip.

< Desmond > The whiskey is paid for but not before Desmond shoots a glance down the bar. Really? This world is full of all sort of happy coincidences but the likelihood of running into the same redhead more than one night is a row is so astronomically low that it shatters his train of thought for a moment. Wetting his lips, he takes up the glass and takes a drink while eyeing her for only a moment. Unlike a hangover, the answer to problems with women is not another woman. The doctor politely vacates the bar in the hopes that he isn't seen and makes for a darker corner and a solitary table.

< Aubrey > Aubrey's attention slides over to Makenzie and he just stares at the woman for a few moments, studying her with little of no emotion. He just stares at her with those intense blue eyes and he quirks a slender eyebrow. "I prefer the size of a shot glass. You are in no position to speak about logic." He nods slowly. "Do you want to share my vodka with me? I can get two glasses."

< Sink > Entering not long after Cal and Trevor is Sink, wearing his every day clothing duster, stetson, work clothes. Just your average working man. Smiling at the two waiting for him, he removes his duster. "Sorry I'm late. Had a few problems with the new chill chest for the restaurant. Do we have a table?"

< Makenzie > "Frightened, Doctor? Such a -coward-, seeking shelter rather than facing the hear and now." That's right. Makenzie is calling out Desmond, with a shake of bloodened mane and a smirk that cannot be denied. "Go, run to your darkness, do not face up. Your demons: let them haunt you forever more." She is more solid, more certain, more -drunk- than the last two nights. But still? The music plays and she moves, slow and steady and pulsing to the beat. On the bar. Does it matter that the tender hands her a half-drowned bottle of whiskey? Likely not. She's already -there-, wherever 'there' may be. Footed prints across the solid bar, movements that only accentuate the music - not herself, not more than the meaning - and still she moves, lashes closing, body completely in control of the sound that eminates through her cells.

< Cal > "Trevors," Cal says to the pilot as he walks in, aiming a smile at him before sweeping a look around the bar once more, as much as can be seen really through the haze of smoke that lingers in the air. "Is Sink.." she's starting to say even as she spots Sink walking through the door a few moments later, "ah hah. You're not late, and no, we don't have a table yet. So, bar or table?" she asks of both, clearly not having a genuine preference yet.

< Trevor > Trevor chuckles and considers "No table yet, and well depends on if we wish to reamian together or be allowed different people to talk to." he shrugs "I don't mind either place myself." he smiles "Though we may need to decide soon... in case it gets more crowded and the like." he nods.

< Makenzie > A smirk from the bar-walker, pure and pleased. "I am in every position to speak about logic, but yet you sit there, challenging." A slow, humming pause, and with a jump to the floor, Makenzie murmurs, "I accept, but if it's shit vodka, I demand a follow-up." One hand evens her out as she jumps down. Lingering, challenging in pale greens of hers. "What's your name?"

< Remington > Remington and his brown long coat seem worn down and he slowly mosies toward the bar. Switching to Chinese (in rapid fire) he orders some dark drink. Gus grumbles loudly however, it does arrive. The glass is pulled up and drained half way.

< Desmond > Makenzie's words are enough to stall the doctor in his tracks. Desmond turns on heel and faces her for a brief moment and even makes an attempt to retort about cowardice but before the words bubble up to his lips she mentions running and his demons and is catches his words in his throat. The visage of the doctor changes then, contorting for only a brief moment with the pain it must have caused him but quickly he gathers his composure.

"It seems like you're facing enough of the here and now for the both of us," replies the man smoothly, "Don't let me cramp your style." With that said, Desmond turns and heads for the corner booth.

< Nicoli > Nicoli walks into the dregs, his bow draped over his shoulders, string crossing his chest and his katana on his hip as usual. As he makes his way to the bar, he absently adjusts one of his gloves, not seeming to even really notice the unusually large crowd.

< Sink > Sink grins at Cal, "This is the Dregs, so any place where I can see the door, have a short dive for cover, or my back to the wall, is good for me.", he chuckles and nods to Trevor, "I'm good either way. Not planning on eating much, and my drink will last most of the evening." Even through the smoke and the dim lights, Sink spots Chas's nod, and returns it, with a small smile.

< Aubrey > Aubrey watches the woman's antics and he tilts his head to the side and looks back to his vodka and his shot glass, lashes fluttering as he mutters something in binary, the series of 0s and 1s coming out like gibberish for those who don't understand the language and he speaks almost too fast to be understood even by those who might before he's requesting another shot glass. "If it is shit vodka, I'll simply switch to a different alcoholic beverage." Ever the little gentleman he pushes the shot glass he already has towards the woman and fills it with vodka, looking up to meet her gaze. "...Aubrey. Do you have a name or do you need to be named and saved as a new file?"

< Maggie > Food handed over, Maggie collects the plate, picks up her still mostly full bottle of beer, and finds a place to sit. She'd stay at the bar, but last time she did that she ended up with whiskey down her back from being too close to a scuffle. Not this time. This time, she's goint to enjoy the dubious delights of food without the experience.

< Makenzie > "Cold and calculating. 's what I'm used to." Her words aren't only for Aubrey, but the man retreating that she spares a glace for, nothing more. Sam. Rat bastard. "Call me Mac. 's no use finding out the rest. Rather disappointing if you are or are not looking for something, after all." And here, the smirk continues, though Makenzie's legs wrap around the bar as she lowers herself, a single digit pointing at the shot glass. "Certain it's for me? Wasted you know. Better women to spend it on." Just in case the Aubrey fellow is interested in changing his mind.

< Cal > "Probably a good idea," Cal is saying then nods, "both, actually. A table where we can see the door, chairs that can be angled and probably a good suggestion about the not eating. I can always try to raid the kitchen later," meaning Sink's place which she says with a grin. She turns toward the bar and starts to lead the way through the room, spotting Chas as she does so and though her steps only alter slightly she changes course and leads the way toward the bar instead of to the tables first.

< Remington > Remington simple orders that same dark drink agian. A distance and troubled look crossing his brow. Sipping said drink slower this time.

< Saffron > Another sip of her watered-down drink, and Saffron turns to regard the denizens of the room. She spies several that "she's" met, but doesn't make eye contact with any. Visual sweep made, she turns back to the bar, wiping off some sweat from her glass with a napkin.

< Aubrey > Aubrey eyes the woman curiously before shrugging as he gets his own shot glass, filling it with vodka and tapping a glossy nail against it. "Mac." Aubrey muses the name over with a blank expression and then he actually sips from his shot glass, licking his lips and swallowing. He's probably analyzing the taste or something like that. "If I wasn't certain I wouldn't have pushed it in your direction. The only other female who would be worth pouring a glass for is over there." He gestures towards Saffron. "And I am fairly certain she already has an alcoholic beverage. Yes. You are already intoxicated but it is scientifically intriguing." Another curious sip of his vodka and he tilts his head to the side.

< Trevor > Trevor chuckles "I can make my own when I get back anyway, for food." he smiles briefly and follows Cal and looks around briefly and shrugs. He smiles to any that greet him on the way and prepares to sit at the bar for now perhaps or maybe stand by a stool in case they stay very long there, he can hop into it.

< Desmond > Just like the lady said, Desmond makes his way to the darker and more private booth in order to spend some time with his private demons. Relaxing there he eyes his glass before him, turning it idly between both hands. Those ghostly shaded eyes remain locked on the amber liquid's surface and meet not the redhead's gaze for now.

< Nicoli> Nicoli finally makes it to the bar, greeting gus with a smile and a nod. The bartender already knows whats coming, he's already taking out an old, dusty bottle of vodka from under the counter. He also knows enough not to even bother putting out a shotglass for the half-naked Russian. Nicoli pays for the drink, then opens it and takes a long drink strait from the bottle as he usually does with his drink of choice, then turns and leans against the bar, his eyes finally scaning over the area, taking note of everyone around him with those mismatched eyes of his.

< Sink > Sink follow Cal, first to the table then the change in course to the bar and to Chas, "Howdy there, flyboy. How's it going? Did you fly all the way here from Ezra? Oh, speaking of flyboys, Chas, my pilot, Trevor William Davidson III." Turning to Trevor, "Trevor, Chas Rykin, pilot of the Fenrir, the ship of the once Crimson Shield, the company Hase took over for a bit..."

< Carmichael > "There's no way I'm going to try and compete with a passle of noodle-vendors and a chicken truck to get to the Guan-Yin right this moment, I'm sorry...." Carmichael's voice is cast over his shoulder to whomsoever it is he's having a conversation with, as he enters the Dregs, spreading hands wide in a 'what can you do?' gesture, "I'm going to have a drink. Something that'll put non-existant hairs on my chest but won't strip pain, sorry doc..." -- Pausing at the entrance, the blond looks around slowly for a spot in the rather busy bar, cracking his neck to the side. "Besides, I have to make life interesting, don't I?" murmured, there's a lift of a hand to familiar faces he can see, glancing at those he doesn't recognize, which lets face it, is the vast majority, he heads to a table that could probably hold drinks upside down, with the stickiness on the surface. /Watch/ that look of distain as he pokes it with a digit and finds himself gummed.

< Maggie > The poking by Carmichael is noted, and looking up from her plate Maggie says "Don't do that! You'll interfere with the natural flora and it'll take months for the ecology to recover! Who knows what potentially useful bateria is mutating there as we speak?"

< Walker > "I'M HERE!" announces a tall slender man in a charcoal business suit as he steps thought the door, throwing his arms wide in the air. "Now you can all go back to not caring!" he adds grinning as he steps into the bar and looks around. Walker turns back to the door and holds up a hand for someone else on the other side, jerking his head further in. "Come on, MacNibs found a table and it's only moderately gross."

< Chas > The banter from Makenzie brings a laugh from Chas as he can't help but hear it. Another sip of his whiskey before he switches the glass from his right hand to his left and his back to the bar now. Both elbows prop on the bar but this way his back isn't turned to the crowd. The fellow next to him pushes away from the bar and says "If'n I be need'n any cargo transported, will get word to ya." Chas responds with the slightest bow of his head "Good good, glad to hear it. You got my contact info." He then turns back to the crowd and the approaching Cal and company "Cal, Sink, good to see ya again." He looks the other flyboy over a minute or two, as if sizing him up "Trevor, good to meet ya. Word from Sink here is you are a dang fine pilot. Good to meet ya."

< Carmichael > Carmichael glances up at Maggie, wrinkling his nose. "Just imagine what might happen to the primordial soup here, if I sneezed on it. Bunch of staphilococcus aureus mutating to become the next prime minister..." he nods his head. "'Allo Maggie..." and back to poking. "Moderately gros is perhaps a matter of speculation, Walker. It's got fur. I'm rather sure that tables are not supposed to have fur."

< Makenzie > Curiosity. Can't help it. Aubrey intrigues her, but it doesn't mean the music playing keeps her from dancing. Slow, undulous, then fast. It's fun, it's a release, and it is a release this woman most seriously needs. "Science man, have another on me." A nod towards the half-emptied whiskey bottle. "Laa daaa dee dahhhh...." Singing to the song, not off key but certainly not expert. Makenzie, at her worst. Gods, let's just hope its her worst. "There are a couple of men in here, cowards, all of them. One of them I know. Recommend, science man, what a woman is to do, neh?" A slow maneuver of shoe: it isn't to offend Aubrey, or challenge, or anything other than test waters. Even the redhead is hesitant, Makenzie's posture saying as much as the sole slowly makes it's way for Aubrey's shoulder. "Do you know? Men are seriously complicated, for all the world that exists. Care to explain it, stranger? To a woman who is drunk out of her gourd?"

< Remington > Remington is shoved down the bar. He does not even glance just moving with the flow. Something on his mind, some deep trouble , it will be time for another drink, soon enough.

< Trevor> Trevor nods to Sink and then Chas as well "Nice to meet you." he nods briefly and chuckles "Call me Trevor if you wish." he nods and listens and watches for now.

< Saffron > Saffron half-turns, sitting sidelong on the barstool in relation to the bar. Mac's words seem to catch her interest somewhat, as her eyes roam over the dancing woman's form. The redhead listens quietly, allowing herself another sip of her drink. <English>

< Tatyana > Tatyana takes Walkers hand after he makes his entrance and shakes her head. "Nobody cares your here. At least you admit it." She says then grins, stepping in while holding his hand. "/Moderately/? Fur?" She looks around seeing if she recognizes anyone as she walks with Walker. "Interesting." <English>

< Cal > Cal smiles, tucking her hands into her pockets as she arrives she nods, "Chas," is said even as Sink does the rest of the introductions and everything neatly. Of course she catches the reflection of the door from the mirror behind the bar and spots the arrival of Carmichael and group. "I so have to go do something quick," she says quietly, "if you guys will excuse me? I'll be right back," she promises before starting through the crowd toward Carmichael. <English>

< Nike > Nike starts into the dregs-- only faltering for a moment, looking mighty confused at the exclamation of 'fur' --and quickly redirects her gait towards the bar, slowing down and sauntering into a sort of relaxed pose as she leans in, signals for a drink. "Take yer time," she offers the man behind the counter, adding, with a quick glance around, "looks a mite busy tonight." <English>

< Walker > Walker walks over to Carm's table with Tatyana in hand. "Depends," he says of the hairy table. "What phylum are tables normally?" He brushes something he hopes is just chip crumbs from one seat and offers it to the redhead on his arm, then takes another seat himself. "I wonder if the boozahol is similarly striving for sentience and eventual spaceflight."

< Maggie > Maggie peers at the table. "Fur?" she questions Carmichael. "No stripes though. I like tabbies. Looks more like something along the lines of an agar plate ready to be used. Or maybe some of that sticky glue they put on ledges to catch pigeons." A shake of her head "Got enough golden staph already. How about a nice culture or two of the various tinea bacteria?" <English>

< Desmond > The doctor in the corner takes a generous swallow from his glass and lets his eyes drift upward from the table to the patrons that little the establishment. Desmond can't help but people watch and in the process his scrutiny is left to finding any potential opportunities that present themselves. The man really wasn't looking for a fight - maybe this was the wrong place to hide from one. <English>

< Tatyana > Tatyana smiles and takes the offered seat. She crosses her legs, letting the top one bounce off of the knee it's perched upon while she looks at the table. "I can't identify the species without taking it back to the lab. I'm a surgeon not a mycologist" she states to Walker with a wink before leaning back in the chair. <English>

< Carmichael > "Inanimata, it's that new and virtually unheard of phylum that doesn't exist." A little louder from Carmichael: "You can gather those yourself if you're curious, look. Fur. There." He points a finger at something that might have been a chicken wing once and got grafted to the surface with barbeque sauce... only to then get very, very fuzzy. "It's more greyish than anything. Anyway, moving right along..." Looking up at Walker and Tatyana, he gestures at the bar with a grand ... nod. "Whatcha having? As long as it's not grog, it's on me." Yes, utterly misses the approach of the Cal. Lets leave that to the bodyguard to pick up, shall we? Yup. <English>

< Aubrey > Aubrey enjoys dancing, he has an appreciation for dancing and he watches Makenzie, studying how her body movies and he takes another sip of his vodka, squinting and then hesitating as he hears familiar voices. Surely he couldn't have heard that. So he just narrows his eyes at Makenzie and he takes a deep breath, listening to the questions being asked. "Yes. It isn't very complicated. Men are dicks." He nods slowly to himself before looking back over to Saffron curiously before his attention goes back to the lady he's talking to. "Unless you're looking for a more detailed explanation. But human are complicated and rarely comprehend the opposite genders. It is set up that way to encourage sexual, physical, and mental intercourse. People are drawn to mystery." He nods slowly. <English>

< Sink > Sink when the Duke enters, and his voice is added to the hubbub in the Dregs, Sink looks over to the door and give the Duke a nod as he passes by. then he looks back to Chas and nods, "Good seeing you too. It seems the Dregs is the place to be tonight, though I can't fathom why. Maybe the moons are in the right house or something." He grins, then nods to Cal, "Of course." He then finds part of the bar to lean against, and looks over the crowd, "Lots of red heads here tonight... maybe that's a cause of the alignment of the moons too." He chuckles and grins, "So, Chas, have you flown something bigger then a Osprey?" <English>

< Nicoli> Nicoli takes another long drink of his vodka, then mutters something under his breath in Russianas, those mismatched eyes closing as he tries to relax and forget about the freshly made wounds now healing along his chest and neck. It wouldn't have been until now, that he's actually stretched out a little and relaxing that these thin cuts would have been visible. <English>

< Walker > Walker looks towards the bar, and then more fully at the individual steaming this way. Still, it's a bar... people move around and talk to people. He does stand up, but that's all. "Hello mum," he nods to her, then glances back at Carm. "Gin, when you get someone's attention. Donkey Shine."

< Nike > While it may very well take more than a few moments to get her drink, Nike finally has alcohol-- more a mental force-field than social lubricant, when dealing with a crowd of this vastness. She takes a slow, languid sip of her drink, scans the room...and pushes off from the bar, stalking towards Desmond's table-- straying from her path long enough to lightly tap Aubrey on the shoulder (and pleasantly cry; "Long time no see, dude, hope you're keeping well") --before continuing on to her apparent target. "Buy you a drink?" she calmly asks Desmond, little guarded smile playing across her features. <English>

< Cal > Cal draws to a halt before the fellow in the charcoal gray business suit, and his array of weapons. Some of which she's been known to carry herself, in fact. "Hm. armed to the teeth and dressed sharply. You're muscle, I'm going to guess. Tell your boss," she tilts her head toward Carmichael, "That Cal Dumont would like to pass along a compliment, if he's got a moment to spare," she explains in a nice but low pitched voice so that the guard hopefully picks up what she's saying without having to shout her intentions to the room at large. <English>

< Tatyana > Tatyana looks towards Carmichael and shrugs. "i'll have whatever he's having. It's becoming a pattern." She says with a laugh. She looks towards the lady approaching and then up at Walker as he stands. Why does everyone have to be so tall! Oh right...she's sitting. She looks back down, as the conversation doesn't pertain to her and rests her hands in her lap. <English>

< Chas > The hurried hello and the dashing off of Cal causes Chas to laugh a bit "Trevor it is then. Can I buy you all a drink?" He asks as he half turns from Sink and Trevor and motions to get the barkeep's attention. A shake of his head "I just took up the flying bit. The ospery is the biggest so far. But I consider myself able to handle just about what ever." He looks over the place that has steadily seen an influx of people "Yea, kind of busy tonight, that's for sure. What brings you here this fine evening?" The question seems directed to either Sink or Trevor or perhaps both.

< Walker > "I dunno about /that/," Walker grins at Cal. "I could probably stand to hit the gym a little. But I'll tell him." He moves around to the other side of the table and murmurs to the Duke, "Cal Dumont to see you if you've time and inclination your Grace." Then realizing it's probably his turn to buy, he strides to the bar quickly, places orders for the table, and returns hopefully in time to hear what's going on.

< Desmond > Attention wasn't something the doctor was expecting in a place like this. Shadowed corners are where deals are made or those who want to avoid being found lurk. All the same, the damage is done and Desmond turns his attention to Nike at she approaches. Her guarded smile is returned in the way of kindness as he considers the offer, "If you're buying, I suppose it would be bad form to reject. Please." An idle hand offers the more than generous seating of his shadowed booth. "The name's Desmond." <English>

< Carmichael > Carmichael's ears would prick if he was a dog, but he isn't. Despite any pedigree papers (hush you). Instead, he straightens where he was attempting to find a stool that wasn't somehow wobbily and peers around for the sound of a familiar voice. Cal's sighted, a blink is given, then a broad grin, but he lets Walker do his work, holding up a hand to her in greeting and 'just a second' -- dodge, weave, dodge, weave-weave, HOP, over that drunkard right there, sashay, sashay, elbow on the bar, AHA! "Bottle of gin, bottle of vodka, three glasses and some peanuts. I'm feeling brave." Is said with the kind of magnificent confidence of personality that bespeaks a man used to getting served first and usually in the manner of his choosing. Yup, as noted in times previous; ego the size of a planet. And miracle of miracles, when a reasonable dollar bill is slapped on the sticky bar-top, a bottle of gin and vodka is quite quick to arrive, although the peanuts are probably hazardous -- And he's weaving with a balancing act, back to the table he managed to find, hopping over damp patches and people's feet again, with a tirade of "'Scuse me, pardon me, coming through, sorry about that!" <English>

< Nike > Nike takes a quarter step forwards and grasps Desmond's hand, giving it a tight squeeze and a brief shake. "Fair 'nuff to say I'll be orderin' after yer done with that?" she teasingly offers, gesturing to the mans drink once her hand is freed. "Nike," she responds, shfiting to slide into the seating carefully. "You seemed a mite alone, and I don't particularly like sitting at a bar when shit's this hectic t'night; hope you don't mind my intrusion here." <English>

< Cal > Cal doesn't even /try/ to hide her look of amusement as Mr Muscle makes his oh-so-polite murmur to the Duke. She does nothing more than arch her eyebrows upwards slightly to return the glance at the duke himself then stands exactly where she is. Okay, mostly where she is because she's too close to a pair of drunken sots who think any woman in their vicinity is fair game. So when a hand lands on her right thigh she reaches down with a firm grip and mild tone of voice, "Rethink this part of your life really fast before I break your fingers into so many little pieces that you'll never be able to make a proper fist again." Her hand squeezes rather warningly over his before the drunk pulls his hand back and scoots to the side away from her. "That's a good lad," she says in the same mild tone of voice and waits for Carmichael to finish buying everything that's worth drinking. <English>

< Danni > Danni wanders into the Dregs with a seemingly puzzled look on her face. She scans the area and sighs at the crowdedness. She bites her bottom lip as she starts to make her way through the room carefully. She seems to be holding her stomach in a protective manner. She dodges someone getting up from a chair and hops on one foot for a second before loosing her balance and falling on her butt with an "Ooof."

< Trevor > Trevor nods and listens and considers as he does so. "Not sure I've flown an osprey they look nice but sure they handle similarly to most ships." he smiles and nods "I'm sure you'll get plenty experience in time in other ships too. I've experience with at least 3 different classes myself." he nods briefly towards Chas. <English>

< Nicoli > Nicoli takes another long drink of the vodka in hand and then sighs. He's about half done with the bottle by now and he's slouched a bitmore, putting a little more weight on the bar he's leaning against. He murmurs something to himself in Russian and smirks, then lets those mismatched eyes of his open a little, going back to scaning the room, taking note of everyone who's come in since they were closed origonally. He smirks a bit when he notices Dannie moving through the crowd and slugishly pushes away from the bar, starting over towards her as he murmurs, "Careful." through a quiet chuckle. <English>

< Maggie > Maggie licks bbq-sauce-stickiness from fingers and stands to offer Danni a hand up and a chair - even if she has to steal the chair from the next table. "Have a seat" she suggests. "i'm not sure the floor is safe." <English>

< Tatyana > Tatyana chews her lip, looking around. She flinches slightly as the drunk Cal just threated stumbles into her as she stays seated. "Great idea guys, run off and leave us to kill all the drunks." She mumbles. <English>

< Desmond > "Good thing for you I've been known to nurse these things for a while," replies the good doctor as he motions to the glass currently in had. He turns a bit in his booth to give Nike more of his direct attention while keeping an eye out for the obvious dangers of the pub. "Yeah, I don't blame you for not wanting to sit at the bar. Seems this place is more active than most are accustomed. Good to meet you Nike." Taking a following sip from his glass he queries, "So, what's got you in a dive like this on this rock?" <English>

< Walker > Now that the table has more drinks that can possibly be consumed by the three present... in less than five minutes... Walker grin and sets about demolishing the single gin he got from the bar. He watches Cal handle the drunks with a grin, and winks at Tatyana. "What, we left her," he points at Cal. "You were /clearly/ perfectly safe." He salutes everyone immediately present and has another sip.

< Cal > "No killing is necessary," Cal says with a laugh, speaking quietly as well but enough to carry. "Just remind 'em that if the same hand that's broken can't curl enough to hold a bottle of their favorite brew it's can't do anything else that they're fond of." <English>

< Jerico > Jerico strolls casually into the bar, humming some obscure tune to himself obnoxiously, wearing that same idiotic smile across his mug. A moment later his feet seem to stop working, his head swinging slowly from left to right with widening eyes as he takes in the scene before him. He quickly glances over his shoulder, wondering to himself if escape is still an option, but instead more bodies pile in after him. Having created a suitable enough traffic jam for the moment, he looks back into the crowd and locks eyes on the bar with a solid, confident nod. Jerico steps over a downed woman without looking and makes a bee-line for the nearest source of liquid gold. <English>

< Sink > Sink raises an eyebrow at Chas's offer then he grins, "Oh, what ever sort of tea Gus has. Just make sure it's just tea." Continuing to lean against the bar, splitting his attention between his local companions and looking over the bar as a whole, he then nods, "Ah, well, it's good to know how to fly a everything, just in case you are in a pinch... my ship, is a little bigger, a Shadow class ship. It's hard to find someone who has experience at flying one. Trevor is about the only pilot I trust with her. I'll fly her, but it's Trevor behind the yoke most of the time." He then nods at Trevor, "Really? What's the third type?" He then shrugs and looks back at Chas, "Well, I was working at the restaurant, and Cal invited me here... she must have been in need of a drink... so I'm guess I'm just here on a social call. You?" His eyes go back to the bar, and notes Cal's activities, carefully but calmly. <English>

< Carmichael > "It's not," Carmichael, the ultimate in quipping where he's not in conversation, calls over toward Maggie's table, turning back to his own and with a little sing-songed 'tadaaaa!' delivers the bottles to the surface. Testament to the stickiness, they do NOT move. The bag of peanuts is dropped beside them, managing somehow to stand up where it plummeted and hit the surface. With some care then, he shuffles around the back of the seating arrangement, turns toward Cal and with a deep breath from the bottom of his diaphragm, switches on the wattage on his smile. "Hallo, there. Long time no see, Miss Dumont... but that makes the thirsting all the stronger, I'd say. How have you been doing? Behaving yourself in true style?" Arching one eyebrow up, he points at the bottles. "If you'd like, you might share my vodka. If I offer the gin I might get lynched by this bloke in a suit over there, he's already trying to steal my cigarettes off of me all the damn time..."

< Makenzie > "So it is."A mystery, but for his words Aubrey doesn't earn extra attention - she isn't a bar whore, after all - but instead, the movement stops, Makenzie hopping off with good grace and little patience. "You analyze well. Mayhap it is time to start living, neh?" To the same man who addressed her, though Red doesn't stay long for responses. "Have a good night, and the days to follow.." But the fine Irish Whiskey that was once at the height of her legs? Is Grabbed. capital G for the emphasis on movement. No glass, portion already paid. WIth a smooth movement she is off the bar, looking, peering at Audrey. Interesting, he, but she doesn't stick around. No. Time is needed to passout, gain recovery, behave smartly - something she hasn't done in a long time. <English>

< Danni > Danni looks at Maggie with a soft smile, "Yeah the floor isn't safe." She takes the offered hand to get up. She dusts herself off carefully and notices Nic in the crowd. "Nic!" She smiles at Maggie, "Thanks but I'm going to sit with my friend." She makes her way to Nic and hugs him. "Hey you." <English>

< Nike > Nike stifles something of a little snort as she leans back to relax; she eyes Desmond with a curious expression, before simply breaking out into a goofy grin. "Hey, but half the fun is downing it all in one gulp, no?" she teases-- before adding; "A likewise pleasure, Desmond. I'm just here for a little, truth be told; waiting for a business transaction to finish up, 'fore headin' outta atmo 'gain. Like this place 'cause the drinks are cheap, I can spit on the floor without bein' yelled at, and..." She pauses, takes a sip of her drink, and slowly nods. "There's something mighty cathartic about being able to sit back, sip a cool drink, and watch some poor feller's jaw get socked halfway 'cross the room." She shrugs. "It's terr'ble, but it is what it is." <English>

< Nicoli > Nicoli winces suddenly when he's hugged and a thin line of blood forms over his chest. "careful.." he murmurs with a sigh, then offers a faint smile to Danniella, "Rough night last night.." he jokes with a smirk. Yup, even cut up, the russian has a since of humor.

< Aubrey > Aubrey lifts his glass to Makenzie and throws it back, setting it back down on the bar and refilling it. He's quiet as he watches after the woman thoughtfully. "Be safe." He murmurs, shaking his head and brushing hair out of his face and looking back to his drink.

< Walker > "That I do," Walker agrees, nodding at Carmichael's accusation of cigarette thievery. "But not smoke 'em. Just because they're not good for you. When you're not looking, I bury them in the kitty-litter box." He turns to Cal and explains "There are about 30-some cats..." He nods sagely, letting her do the math on the amount of cat poop that equals in a given day. Then he opens the gin bottle and offers it around. "What I am not, but this reprobate is attempting to frame me for, is a boozahol-hog. I believe in /sharing/ the bounty of the Boozahol. So, anyone for some gin? It's..." he looks at the label, and shrugs, "passable."

< Tatyana > Tatyana shakes her head, complete with a full eyeroll, at Walkers comment. "You ran for the booze faster than I've seen you run for /anything/." She says and takes the bottle from him, pouring her own glass before giving it back. She knocks it back and sets the glass back down. "Your commitment to boozahol is strong. And that is awful" She states, coughging a bit with her hand on her chest. <English>

< Chas > Chas listens to Trevor then nods "First one I've flown myself. Hase really set the ship up nicely. As easy to fly as a personal shuttle really." He smiles "The more the better, can't wait to try my hand at some more types, actually." He turns to Sink and laughs "You seriously gonna drink the water in here?" Brows raise and he shakes his head "Tea for Sink here and," He looks back at Trevor "What can I get ya?" But the continuation of Sink's words cause him to listen, eyes glancing at Trevor now and then before he says "Well, sounds like you got a top notch pilot. Better hold on to him. It's always good to find one that you can trust like that." He gives a wink to Trevor before he shrugs "Just looking for work to earn all the credits for Nika that I can. Was trying to scare up some cargo runs."

< Danni > Danni looks at Nic with a concerned look. "Rough night? I'll say. I don't know how you can joke about that stuff." She shakes her head and sighs. "You need time to heal just like any one else Nic. Do I need to beat on you to get you to rest too?" She tips her head in question mostly joking, and she even shows it with a faint smile. <English>

< Cal > Cal laughs quietly, one of those low chuckles that conveys a deep wealth of amusement as she shakes her head at the smile that Carmichael aims at her, and the words of course. "Flattery will get you everywhere.. with someone else," she retorts with a broad grin. "Actually, I've been meaning to stop by for a month or so now, just haven't had the time to do it. And your Muscles guy," she nods her head toward the guy in the suit, "should remember that smoking is bad for his cardiovascular health, makes him easier to catch - should the need ever occur," and by golly she's in a rare joking mood all across the board. ""Boozahol," she repeats back and then laughs - again. "Clever." Another chuckle, "At any rate. My compliments. You made a remark on the Cortex, a good slap and back hand in fact, about the stuff happening on Hera. Genuinely ballsy of you, and if you haven't received enough compliments about it, add mine to the lot." <English>

< Desmond > It wouldn't be out of character for that bottle she carries to come sailing at the doctor so Desmond doesn't take an eye off the lady once she leaves the bar and heads for the door. Once he's sure the impending danger has past he relaxes slightly and his eyes flicker back to Nike only to add, "Well, I guess that sums it up. Then again, you aren't the only that'll be setting that poor fool's jaw once the dust settles." There is a knowing smirk that follows and the doctor idly plays at running his fingertip the length of his glass rim, "So what's your trade then. Must admit, I can't peg you first glance." <English>

< Trevor > Trevor smiles and considers and chuckles "I'll order it but you pay alright?" he smiles and orders a screwdriver combined with a bourbon and coke. He smiles and considers "I've flown the passage a time or tow, and flew the golden dragon of course. Then flew some with my father but never enough to get real good experience on any one class anyway." he nods briefly. <English>

< Nicoli > Nicoli chuckles a little and eyes Danniella for a moment, then rolls his shoulders and murmurs, "Ees scratch, nothing to vorry about." he smiles, then takes another drink of his vodka before adding. "So, how have jyou been? Eating vell enough?" <English>

< Makenzie > "Safe?" She pauses, just ever so slightly. "Safe has nothing to do with life. Or death. It is a fantasy. No one is safe at no time, just a mind trick the human chemistry plays in order to assure all is right, all can be saved, or forgiven. " There is no humor in the woman's words, but she is not unforgiving either. Just... sad. Her own bottle is taken, the crowd only given a once over, and with the song down Makenzie is hopping down from the bar, moving towards the exit. TIme go go.Not even staying for.. what? Friendship? Old recognition? Something she placed value in, and something another did not. <English>

Out the door, onto the streets, without a bid to gambling. So is Makenzie's trek. <English>

< Nike > Nike glances from Desmond to the object of his eye-- and back to the doctor again with a curious little tilt of her head. "Friend?" she asks rather simply-- before stifling a little chuckle. "I take it yer a doctor. Thus, that jaw gives you -business-; a good thing, no?" she teases, not quite answering the question about her own trade...at all, really! <English>

< Carmichael > "Remarkably, very few nods to the blind, or bravo's to the deaf, Cal. Eh, I just got fed up of them and the hype... after that it stopped." Carmichael offers, shrugging one shoulder up and letting his grin go crooked over toward Walker. "Yeah, yeah. Well, that's the thing my man, I don't give two flying monkeys and a Whitefall yak how bad it is for me. Everyone has to die of something, sometime... and frankly, if it gets my lungs in a pickle, that's what the medical system is for. I know, that sounds like a dumb statement, but if we were all the picture of health, there wouldn't be any need for doctors and your ladyfriend would be out of a job, wouldn't she? Noone would get shot, noone would pickle their livers, noone would have some random case of the Spanish flu..." winking at Tatyana, he looks at his vodka, settles himself awkwardly on the stool and cracks the bottle open, handing it to Cal after a swig. "Cal Dumont, this is my bodyguard, Adam Walker and his lady, Doctor Tatyana Quinn of the Guan-Yin. Folks, this is Cal Dumont. I won't go into the rest of it, she'll smack me and she smacks hard." <English>

< Jerico > Jerico shuffles through the crowded bar, banging against walls of strangers in his quest for a beverage. Most are greeted with nods or grunts, a few privilaged enough to get a 'Howdy' out of the quiet fellow. He arrives at his destination with an audible sigh, throwing his arms up on the counter to lean on as the man finally begins to relax a little. Again he glances about, looking up and down the bar for a familiar or face, good or bad, and instead realises just how varied the bars clientel are. Again, good or bad. <English>

< Danni > Danni smiles at Nic and nods, "I've been eating well. Although for some strange reason today I haven't been able to figure out what I want to eat. All day long." She shakes her head and sighs, "How's Roisin doing?" She tips her head to the side with a soft smile, "I hope her morning sickness is going away." <English>

< Walker > Walker looks down at himself after being called 'mucles' again. At 6'3, 190 lbs, he's really rather a word that's not 'burly' but in fact means something almost the exact opposite. He shrugs then and dismisses it. To Tatyana he grins. "It's passable. No more. You want /really/ bad boozahol? I can show you..." He shivers a little despite the jacket. Looking back at Cal, Walker extends a hand. "Pleasure to meet you, mum." Looking at Carmichael, he shakes his head. "You have a funny, and wrong, way of looking at life. 'If everyone were healthy no one would shoot eachother?' If everyone were healthy, there would be /more/ competition for resources, /more/ reasons to fight." He smiles and shakes his head sadly. "For a sociology major, you're an awesome chemist."

< Sink > Sink looks at Gus hard at work then back to Chas and chuckles, "Gus and I have a understanding. He gives me hot tea, I pay for the flavoured hot water, and promise only to use it to defend myself, and maybe wet my whistle." He then turns his head at Trevor and a silent 'Oh' appears on his lips then he nods, "I forgot that you flew the Passage around... and there might be a chance to do so again, with Lirin being on planet more now." Looking back to Chas he smiles, "Trevor has been part of the crew since before I was, and I trust him with my life, and the live of everyone I love, and he's done more then enough to earn it." He pauses again, "Ah, well, the Dregs is a place to get cargo, but usually not the cleanest kind... not that there's a problem with that... just be careful who you talk to... some times you get something extra... if you get my meaning." <English>

< Nicoli > Nicoli chuckles and shakes his head, murmuring, "Nope, ees no. Aside from that though she ees doing vell enough... Vell, except for..." he pauses, then rubs the bridge of his nose,searching for a moment on how to explain this one before finally saying, "Ees no chance ve'll run out of cinnamon rolls any time soon." <English>

< Cal > Cal chuckles, again, "Thank you for remembering," she says to Carmichael for refraining from doing the whole name thing and requiring her to beat him upside the head with something - like a beer bottle. She steps forward and accepts Walker's offered hand and exchanges a firm, albeit brief, hand clasp with the words, "Pleasure to meet you as well," and as she releases his hand she smiles at his lady, "Doc," is said with a nod. "Well, that's really all I wanted to do. Didn't feel right to just send a WAVE with the compliment, takes about half the fun out of it. My guys are over there," she waves that same hand toward where Sink, Trevor and Chas are, "so I'd best get back and see if there's any booze left. Cheers," she adds and turns to weave her way through the crowd toward the aforementioned trio. <English>

< Desmond > "I guess you could say that," replies the good doctor with a bit of trepidation in his tone, "You ever run into someone at pivotal points in your life? Consecutively? A whole galaxy away? Well, if you haven't it can have a profound effect." Seems like that is all Desmond has to say on the matter or at least it is all he's processed enough to say. A nod follows and a chuckle, "Sure, I'm a doctor but like most everyone else it's creds that pad my pockets. You think this crowd typically has enough to pay for my trade?" He takes a moment to scan the crowd and nearly smirks. "Well, most of them anyway." <English>

< Chas > Credits are paid and the drink and tea arrive "There you go," Chas says to both Sink and Trevor. He sips again as his whiskey, the level barely drops at all - clearly nursing the drink. Chas tilts his head as he listens to Trevor "Which is your favorite, Trevor?" He grins "As in ships that is." The words from Sink cause Chas to burst out laughing and he shakes his head "Sounds like a solid deal to me." As he continues to listen he smiles and holds his drink up slightly "Sounds like you got a great bunch then. Hopefully I can help Nika get her feet solid on the ground as it seems you do. Thanks for the advice, I will take it to heart. Any advice is more than welcomed, Captain." He looks both men over "Cheers then," and the whiskey is brought to his lips but still just another slight sip is taken.

< Tatyana > Tatyana laughs and shakes her head at Walker "No, my dear, I don't need to be shown any really bad booze." She smiles and places her hand on his knee. She smiles towards Cal and nods, extending her hand after Walker had done is hand shaking. "Very nice to meet you." And at that the lady is leaving and she shrugs. "This place is packed." she states and then again scans the crowd, tugging at the hem of her dress absenty with her free hand. <English>

< Danni > Danni laughs at that, "Well at least she can cook and eat somethings. I on the other hand have lost all interest in cooking and can't seem to figure out what I want to eat." She looks around and sighs, "I still can't figure it out. I am hungry." She says this in a slightly pouting manner as she sighs. <English>

< Nicoli > Nicoli chuckles and eyes Danniella, then murmurs, "Perhaps jyou just need to try something different." he takes another swig from his bottle of vodka, by now theres almost nothing left of it. <English>

< Nike > Nike quiets a laugh. "It's happened before, and hasn't. Cest las vies; shit happens." OK, not quite a word-for-word translation. "Shit, man," she idly muses, dragging a finger along the rim of her glass-- "Just fix up split lips for a quarter. They're simple 'nuff to deal with, the price is low enough, and it happens 'round here often enough that you should be swimming in dough in no time." The woman pauses for a moment, asking-- "I'd always thought...that most docs 'round here were paid a salary by the state, versus their activity with th' dead an' dyin'? Mind, I don't rightly have much t'do with doctors, truth be told, but figured that was just somethin' that simply /was/, I guess."

< Carmichael > Carmichael cranes his neck to look over toward Sink, Trevor and a man he doesn't recognize, following Cal's passage back to the table with his eyes. "Man, she's a piece of firecracker wrapped up in a toughened steel shell, she is..." is murmured, then in quieter tones over the hubbub of the bar, he has a small, quiet conversation with those at his table. <English>

< Trevor > Trevor chuckles "Well the Dragon goes the fastest of the three so that's my favorite, I generally like fast ships and well fast speed to begin with, it's my only addiction." he chuckles again. and nods to SInk "Think if we had Seniority I'd be at the top of the list." he chuckles once more. and then shrugs as he listens and soon his drink is brought. He sips it and blinks but that's all... Likely it's not mixed exactly like he likes it, but he's not daring to say that out loud here. <English>

< Maggie > Maggie studies Carmichael for a while. Dipping a fry into congealing BBQ sauce, she eats it placidly, with a complete disregard for sodium levels. The alchohol consumption at his table is calculated, and she shrugs a little. Whats the point of being nobility, if you can't enjoy a few evenings in dives and rakish hells? The Dregs fits in there *somewhere*. Another shrugs, and Maggie leans back to finish her beer. Good thing she has stomach acid. Even better the has antacid tabs in her pocket. <English>

< Danni > Danni raises an eyebrow at Nic, "And what would you suggest?" She folds her arms over her chest. "I have been thinking of everything I possibly can." She shakes her head and sighs. "I just don't know." <English>

< Nicoli > Nicoli chuckles and quirks a brow. "Evertried Hairy Sausage?" it's an innocent enough question... if you know what the hell the russian is actually refering to.. After as moment and another swig that kills the rest of the vodka, Nicoli adds, "or Codle?" <English>

< Desmond > "Well, you assume I work for the state." Desmond lifts his glass and finishes off the remaining touch of amber before pressing it forward on the table. The doctor relaxes further in the booth and lifts an arm to stretch out along his side. "Truth is, historically I'm a field medic. Hospitals are a bit too .. quiet for my tastes. Since I don't like to sit in one place for too long I find it's better to offer my services freelance. " He pauses a moment, "It's worked so far." <English>

< Walker > "She seemed skilled," Walker nods, glancing at the drunk still nursing his hand. He sips his gin again, trying not to wince too much. "I wonder if they have any charcoal back there... and a towel."

< Danni > Danni looks at Nic with a puzzled look and blinks at him repeatedly, "Uh...." <English>

< Cal > Having made her way across the room again, which meant navigating around chairs, sticky spills of alcohol on the floor that are drying to tacky puddles and edging past waitresses carrying trays with what looks like food, Cal arrives alongside Trevor with the words, "Save me anything to drink?" <English>

< Tatyana > Tatyana smiles, rubbing Walkers knee "Didn't go through the process completly?" She asks and takes another drink, her neck twitching afterward. "She nearly broke his hand, then his face nearly landed in my restricted area 1." <English>

< Nike > "This," Nike admits with a grin, "is a good point. Guess it's a touch stupid -and- rude'a' me t' just 'ssume stuff like that. So what sorta doctorin' you real good at, than? I ain't never been in the 'field' in the sense I think you're referrin' to-- but I'd imagine it's fixin' folk up as fast you can, maybe a little reconstruction if'n' limbs aren't quite where they should be?" She jerks her head. "Y'wan' me to grab that drink now, bee-tee-dubs?" <English>

< Nicoli > Nicoli cant help laughing now and rubs the bridge of his nose. "Ees very simple dish, ees like spagetti." he says through his chuckling. <English>

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