Rowdy Ruffians }{ [Veasna Crew & Quantum Star]

[Syeira Duvont]

[November 23rd, 2522 - Local Bar - Approx 10pm]

There had been a robbery this morning, a few towns over of course. The local bank there had some money stolen, oh the outrage of it all! No not really, it was a necessity, couldn't be avoided and such. Though it had been fun, as usual. They liked to make sure jobs were enjoyable. Syeira expected the owner of the mechanic shop to make a trip to go over the needs of the ship. She wanted an estimate, not only about price but about time as well. There was enough profit from the job to cover the ship and then some, so the night out was a treat, courtesy of the good ol' folks at the bank.

The crew had a good table, Syeira waved over one of the waitress type girls, "Shots all around, keep'em coming, and whatever else my crew wants." There was money to burn and drinking to be had tonight. The girl looked at the others at the table to see if anyone wanted something specific. Once she was gone Syeira grinned, "It's gonna be a good night, we'll have the ship up and runnin' soon! Then on our way to Persephone for a quick visit." She hoped that the ship would be fixed quick, as quick as possible. There was no telling how long Jack could keep Kyle and his lady friend hidden from whoever it was that was after him. Jack was good, but it seemed that Kyle's pursuer might very well be better. Phelan didn't come off as the type that asked for help if he could help it. At least with this they'd have a very good mechanic, or so he told her.

When the girl brought over the first round of drinks Syeira raised her glass in 'cheers' then took her shot and waited for the next round.

[Sam Grady]

Life? Yeah, life was good. Surprisingly better, at least, than the previous few days. The pilot's temper had evened out, though, and she had taken to sulking for a few more. Now, she was in much better spirits. Upon her entry with the rest of their gradually growing crew of friendly brigands, Grady had taken off towards the bar. She'd join them in a bit. There was a habit she had developed in places like this. Now, Sam? Sam wasn't a flirt. She didn't really have a way with words. Couldn't bat her lashes if she tried and hardly ever dressed anywhere near anything 'seductive'. Sure, she was a woman, which was pretty much how this next part worked. All she did was sit on a bar stool for a sec, amongst the drunkest, bleary-eyed fools and lean across the counter top. One turned to her, eyed her up and down and belched out a question, "Yuh--yuh--yu wunna derink?"

About three shots later, Sam meandered her way back from the bar, spying her crew around a certain table just as the Captain was making a toast. They'd done good. Hit that bank in the best way possible and swiped a nice amount of cashy money right from under their noses. Easy as that. Grady straddled an empty seat, leaning on the back as she grabbed the drink that had been set out for her; never fussy as to what was in it. Drink's drink! Unless.. there was something else in it. Woe betide the man that'd ever try to spike her drink, though. Sam would be taking limbs. 'Nuff said.

As she was just in time for the toast, she raised her glass with a grin and was the quickest to down it's contents. She didn't hold back much when someone else was buyin'. Enjoyed the ruttin' hell out of it, too.

"To flyin'! An' gettin' off this rock!"

Happy days.

[yasmin]

It felt strange. Nice, but damn it was strange for Yas to find herself at a bar with a group of people. She was part of a crew now, 'course it had only been for a few days and she hadn't had to patch any one up yet. Far as she knew they hadn't done anything to dangerous, of course this crew had suddenly come into a bit of a cash which had questionable origins. Yas wan't going to complain though, that was life out in the 'verse.

Yasmin was at the pool table, like she always was, sinking shot after shot. A flawless victory. A few people cheered as she sunk the eight ball. She offered them a little curtsy and the man she had beat had a bit of a laugh. For once she hadn't been playing to steal a mans money. Yas and the man downed a shot together and shook hands before she headed off to be with her new crew. She arrived just in time for the pilots toast. She raised her glass and joined in merrily. "To flying." She downed the remainder of her drink with a smile.

To finding a home.

[Syeira Duvont]

[[Quantum hasn't logged on since before I started this thread to recruit her so we may have lost her and if so this will just be a social thread for us and our characters can get all kinds of drunk and maybe start a fun fight in the bar]]

Syeira felt good, great actually, some new blood on her boat and two more to come once they hit Persephone. Myra was due to meet them here in the next day or so. Yep life was grand. When Sam made her toast and Yasmin followed the captain gave her own cheer of approval and took a shot.

She had noticed her new medic over at the pool table, "So how much cash can ya make off the drunk folks on that game there Yas?" A grin had crossed the gypsy's lips, it seemed Yasmin was a woman after her own heart. Doing what she could to get what she wanted. Really Syeira enjoyed helping folks who needed it, and if some poor rich bastard of a person had to give something up for her to complete said help. All the better. When they did jobs she tried to make sure whoever they took from deserved it.

Captain downed another shot and looked over at her friend, her pilot and the woman who had once saved her ass. "Bet ya can't wait to get the Veasna back up in the air huh Sam." She knew the woman was chomping at the bit for the ship to get fixed. Next time something broke they wouldn't have to hand out so much cash though, since Kyle's girlfriend was apparently the best mechanic he'd ever met.

Syeira looked around the table again, suddenly realizing Johan wasn't there. She had told them all that they were going out tonight for drinks at the bar, so where was he? "Oi, either of you seen our handsome cook yet tonight?" No one should pass up free drinks, they had worked hard for the cash. Not to mention the part where he's handsome, yeah can't forget that.