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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 23, 2006 5:40:18 GMT -5
Cryer jumped a little. He hadn't expected anyone to actually talk to him, and truth be told, the anti-social hare was actually hoping against it.
"Heh," he chuckled humorously, "you don't know the half of it, lady." He turned to the bartender and said, "Uh, gimme a tall glass of whatever's the strongest drink you've got!" More than likely the barkeep would be a little hesitant to fulfill his request: the almost cadaverously thin Cryer definitely did not look like the kind of guy who could hold his liquor.
He'd debated even coming in here for fear of being recognized, but he finally convinced himself he needed a drink to steady his nerves so he could think straight and formulate something resembling a plan of action.
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Post by Drake on Jan 23, 2006 13:14:41 GMT -5
Bruin simply nods and grabs a big yellow bottle from off the liquar cabnit.
"One tall glass of Betlagusian Bannana Rum. Anything else?"
He pours the drink into long tubed glass with a flared top to mid point in the glass, the thick smell of bannana and liquar wafeing in the air as the light amber fluid rests.
TBCB Anyone
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 23, 2006 15:00:40 GMT -5
Cryer nodded and drummed his fingers on the countertop impatiently as he waited for Bruin to finish pouring. He took the glass and recoiled a bit at the scent, but shrugged and took a drink anyway. Immiediately and bent over forwards, wheezing and gasping, eyes bulging out.
"Wooo," he said, standing up straight again, taking a few deep breaths. "That is some powerful stuff. Gimme s'more, and fill it up to the top this time, if you please."
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Post by Drake on Jan 23, 2006 19:40:32 GMT -5
Bruin does so, tapering off the end and sets the huge bottle back down.
"Before ya drink fella, I'll need 25 simolans."
TBCB Cryer
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Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Jan 23, 2006 19:43:09 GMT -5
Ayla sipped her wine adn watched with a smile.
"Smells strong. Hope you acn handle it." She said smiling.
Damien watched from his table, worrie about how things may go.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 23, 2006 20:31:43 GMT -5
"Oh, uh, of course, my good man," Cryer said, and fished out his wallet. Actually, it was the wallet of the guard whose uniform he stole. He carefully counted out the required 25 simoleans, grumbling under his breath about the high cost of a drink, before handing the money over to the bartender.
Smirking at Ayla, he said, "I can handle anything, lady."
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Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Jan 23, 2006 21:21:07 GMT -5
"Is taht so?" AYla asked smiling warmly. "Careful there, wouldn't want you to drink to much, you're eyes wouldn't look as nice when glazed from to much alcohol in you." SHe said and took a sip.
SHe looked at Bruin and hled out her glass, while digging in her pocket for simoleans to pay.
"May i have another one?" SHe asked smiling as she set teh 9 simoleans on teh counter.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 23, 2006 21:29:00 GMT -5
Cryer had picked up his refilled glass and was in mid-sip when Ayla commented on his eyes and almost choked on the drink, spitting a bit of it back into the glass. Hurriedly saving face he resumed drinking and drained the glass in a couple of gulps. Was she hitting on him?
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Post by Drake on Jan 23, 2006 23:15:28 GMT -5
Bruin nodded and poured some more wine in the glass.
"Mister Hare, if you are wonderin' about the drink, its cause this stuffs the strongest stuff I have and thus, a little extra charge for anyone who gets drunk offa it is required so I can pay off any damages that ya may have done... Especily when ya got less on ya to handle da drink."
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 23, 2006 23:48:32 GMT -5
"Hey I can handle anything you put in front of me, barkeep," Cryer said, although his voice was already beginning to be slightly slurred. He thumped his chest. "I was a soldier in the Warren Home Defense Legion, you know." He took another swig.
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Post by Drake on Jan 23, 2006 23:55:21 GMT -5
Bruin just sighs and nods, going back to the indifferent bartender role.
"Uh huh... well "solider" lets hope so..."
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 23, 2006 23:59:56 GMT -5
He started to take another drink but then realized it would be wise if he didn't drink so quickly, both so he wouldn't get slopping drunk and do something foolish and because he had to make it last, considering the guard he'd jumped only had so many simoleans in his wallet.
"You doubt me. eh?" he said, still somewhat slurred, pointing at Bruin, his inflated ego getting the better of him. "Well, I'll have you know I was the sole survivor of my platoon during the first invasion of Warren!"
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Post by Drake on Jan 24, 2006 0:03:02 GMT -5
"Really? Please, do go on..."
Bruin smiles as he rubs down a glass, feeding his ego.
This outta be good for awhile....
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 24, 2006 0:14:22 GMT -5
"Oh yeah," he said, taking another sip of the banana rum, the alcohol beginning to have its toll. "Of course you know at that time Warren had no real defenses, and what few troops we had were mostly ceremonial. Anyways, the toads invaded and used their climate converter to turn the whole planet into a giant swamp!"
He set the glass down on the countertop so he could gesture dramatically with his arms, which he did. "Half of my platoon sank to their slimey deaths in a mire while fighting the toads. The other half were summarily slaughtered in the most brutal exchange of maser fire you ever did see!"
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Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Jan 24, 2006 2:24:24 GMT -5
AYla picked up her glass and slid over to sit by Cryer, listening intently to his story. HEr eyes were wide with awe as she sat beside him, sipping her wine.
"Keep going, don't leave me hanging like this." SHe said smiling.
Damien groaned as he watched her move over. He flicked his comm on.
"Drake, wehre are you? She seems to be getting ready to make a move on a poor hare!" Damien said into his comm.
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