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 Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 1:49 pm
A little ways down from the two bases, not that far away from Civilization lies a fairly decent watering hole. Darts, pool, jukebox in the corner, your regular fare. Seedy Jay's proprietor, the eponymous Seedy Jay, former trucker and biker, doesn't mind the influx of red and blue shirts coming in to pass a few hours swilling beer so long as they keep the blood to the minimum and pay for the damage.
[[Essentially this where the two teams can interact outside of work.]]
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 5:18 pm
Gautier walked in, brushing some dust from his pant legs while holding his cigarettes between his lips. Looking up, there was almost nobody there, just a bartender and a few people discussing something in a corner, as well as some people at the bar. He took his cigarette back into his fingers, stepping out of the doorway and waiting for the rest of his comrades. He wasn't sure if they had ashtrays here, glancing around and sighing. He would ask if they had one in the back or if he could use a cup for one.
[[ olla olla olla. first post. ]]
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 5:34 pm
Tch, Figures. The only pair of tits in this place. Not the first time. "Oh, score." she smiled as she saw the pool table was empty. "Anyone up for a round?" she asked, holding back from heading to the bar right away. She wanted to size up the place before she sauntered over. Wouldn't want to piss off the old patrons.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 5:34 pm
Jeff was the second third one in, and spotted the Jukebox in the corner. "Aaaaw, Yeeeahhh.." He was suddenly glad he'd brought almost every quarter he'd accumulated, and walked over towards the box to look at the songs, considering nothing was playing right then...
"Yea, I'm game." Jeff called over his shoulder.
(( LOL. edited. D: ))
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 5:45 pm
Once he was out of the jeep, he headed straight to the bar doors pushing them open. Peering into the half empty bar, he needed to find a menu and see what kinds of beer they had. What Lanzo would do for some a good bowl of Berliner Weisse, and raspberry syrup. Taking a seat by the jukebox and keeping a eye on the scout, after all he was his 'uncle Lanzo'. Smirking to himself as that was silly, Lanzo always did want a sibling but parents seemed to busy to give him another. So the doctor would have to settle with his imaginary sibling, and nephew. Looking over the menu above the bar, however his attention turning to the female member amongst them. "Ja" Lanzo said as he soon realized she was the only girl, not a good thing in a bar.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 5:57 pm
Jeff picked out a song by Van Morris, and deposited his quarters into the Jukebox. "Their song selection is pretty extensive for a little hole-in-the-wall joint." Jeff said, as 'Brown Eyed Girl' started to play. Jeff figured everyone else could use his quarters if they wanted a song, so he deposited about half of the ones in his pocket on the table. "Music's on me, if that means anything." He sighed, sitting down.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 6:03 pm
Sniper found that he liked the place. Relatively small, and wasn't a dive. He'd seen some pretty bad establishments on the road. With a shoestring budget you could eat pretty well, as long as you could stand it. He slunk into the table on the opposite side of the doctor and glanced at the fare.
"Bloody Foster's." he snorted. "There's better piss from Oz than Foster's."
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 6:11 pm
Gautier hummed along quietly to the song as he sat down with the Sniper, Doctor Klossner, and Jeff. They had his favorite type of wine, Auslese, surprisingly, when he looked at the menu, though however not his favorite brand of it. He always adored German wine, though not many bars had his type. He took a long pull of his cigarette, observing everyone silently. He would talk more as time drew on, but he needed to get comfortable in this environment first. The spy glanced around again for an ashtray, finding one and standing. He walked over and took it from the table, and sat down again at the table of REDs, plopping the ashtray within arm's reach.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 6:23 pm
"Mmmm. They have Zombies here. Wonder if they're as good as they are back home..." Jeff mused quietly. Of course he'd had drinks before, regardless of his age. Most of the people he hung out with worked at bars, or owned bars. Or had a homemade bar in their basement... He shrugged, and wondered if this place was stingy enough to card you if you looked under thirty.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 6:37 pm
Karlii went up straight to the bar, ignoring any looks, if they were even looking. She was fine with that so long as it wasn't the creepy staring. However, touching was a different question. Last sod who tried that ended up busted up in an alley. Was that New Zealand...or Tijuana? All she remembered was her now brother in law was there. Gave the guy a warning too.
The Bartender looked like Hulk Hogan, if he was dark-haired and squashed a bit. She found it a bit funny. Once the man was finished with another patron, she leaned an elbow against the wooden surface, facing the rest of the boys. "Tequila. One shot-glass, No salt."
Judging by the uniforms, the bartender guessed they were from that place further up the road, he had heard stories of the place, weird ones. As long as they paid their tabs and didn't make a mess he was fine. Handing her order, Karlii slipped back to where the others were.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 7:02 pm
Gautier watched idly as the other Sniper placed her order and realized he didn't know her name. He flicked his cigarette against the ashtray. "Madamoiselle, I don't think I got your name earlier," he said out loud, watching his cigarette tap against the tray. "I'm Gautier." he added, though she had probably heard, but it was better safe that sorry. He took another drag, looking up at the woman with a small polite smile on his face.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 7:10 pm
Looking up at the bar and shrugging, "German beer I think is superior to most American, of course we've had much time improve it" Lanzo smirked, he wasn't a fan of most American beer. It seemed so watered compared to the taste of Germany, honestly it was sometimes embarrassing to be called beer. "I'm ordering up at the bar, I'll be back" the doctor said excusing himself and heading towards the front of the bar. Looking through the beer selection, he wound up ordering a large glass of the Eichbaum.
It wasn't his favorite but then, the doctor never could decide on a favorite beer. So long as it came from his country, it was to die for in his opinion. The beer did make him smile at the memory of his uncle, long ago he told him this story about some guy dying in one of the lagers. They didn't bother stopping the shipping, however the taste had 'improved' so they would take corpses from the graveyard and put them in the lager. This kept him away from drinking any sort of beer for years, after medical school he found out that was impossible. The embalming fluids would poison the beer, but killing off employees was still a concept.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 7:14 pm
She looked up at the Spy before opening the bottle. "Karlii. Or Kar, whatever blows your skirt up." she gave the other Sniper a nudge with her elbow. "Mr. Hotshot here won't share is name with us lesser mortals." Pouring a shot, she downed it, biting down on the lime and wincing slightly at the burn.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 7:31 pm
Gautier nodded and smirked a bit. "I suppose Sniper would work, then. Un moment." He stood and went to the front of the bar, ordering his wine. He leaned on the bar as he waited for the bottle and glass, as he didn't want to keep getting up for more wine. He payed quickly and took the bottle and glass back to the table, sitting and popping the cork quietly. He poured himself a glass and placed the wine bottle beside the ashtray, taking a sip and closing his eyes.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 7:35 pm
Jeff watched everyone pick their poison, before wandering up and ordering a Coke. Jesus, he felt like such a kid as he wandered back to the table. "Yaay Booze party. I guess I'm the designated driver?" He asked, grinning.
((Shrt pst s shrt. Gotta go to bed at Eleven PM Eastern. ))
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