Gettin' Your Kicks [Open]

[blanchesidonie]

Blanche leaned against the bar top, looking out at the patrons of the bar. It was a real hole-in-the-wall type of place. Not terrible, just rough and a little dirty. She was here on business, mostly. Often times your bounty would just come to you if you knew the right places to wait. This bar was starting to look like a waste of time though. She flicked a strand of hair away from her face and tossed it back over her shoulder.

Shouts from the other side of the bar caught her attention though. A fight was breaking out over something that really didn't matter to her. The whole bar would be in chaos in another minute. Blanche grinned and turned to the bartender. "I'll take that bottle." She indicated an almost empty rum bottle. "No glass." The bartender fetched the bottle for her and Blanche returned to her observant position, tracing the neck of the bottle with the fingertips of her right hand. A little weapon of opportunity in case the fight ended up drawing her in.

Her steely grey eyes watched the spreading fight with pleasure. Sloppy punches were thrown all around, and a few bar stools were broken. Blanche couldn't help but see the ways around every opponents drunken arms. A hundred ways to take them out in three hits or less. She still wasn't sure if she'd hop in the fight or not. It would have to get more interesting first.

[Lars Engström]

Lars was looking around the bar, trying to see if anyone interesting was around. There was a lady at the bar who was downing rum like there were diamonds at the bottom. He crossed the bar and leaned up next to her. Although he wan't yet old enough to drink, there was never an issue for him to get anything. "Bartender, Whiskey please" Then he turned to the woman next to him. "That is quite the feat," he said with a laugh, "You make me look like a lightweight"

[blanchesidonie]

Blanche scanned the man who spoke to her out of the corner of her eye. Much younger, might not even be of a drinking age. That wasn't her concern though. He didn't appear to be a threat, just making friendly conversation.

She smirked and drank the last bit of Rum in the bottle. "Well, you might still be a lightweight. But I didn't finish this off on my own." Blanche pointed towards the conflict on the other side of the bar. "This time of night, might get lucky enough for that to spread. Bottle is a bit better of an offensive weapon than a glass." She explained with a little shrug.

[Lars Engström]

"I honestly didn't come here looking for a fight," Said Lars, as the bartender brought him his drink. "I came for the drinks, and the folk to talk to. See I am just passing through, and I like to test the waters every where I go." He took a drink, "But I will say, that fight is going to get plenty of folk in trouble. These brawls never end well."

[blanchesidonie]

"Ah, I see. I've been here a handful of times, so the fighting is the reason to come back by now." There was company occasionally. Tonight might be a rare occasion when the company would be more interesting than a fight. Or she wouldn't object to a little of both. "No, they really don't." Broken bones, occasionally police intervention, none of those were under the category of good things. That also may be why she was drawn to bar fights. "So are you not a fighting fan at all or do you just not like bar fights?"

[Lars Engström]

"I prefer to avoid it if I can, but when it does find me, I would prefer to fight in a more civilized manner." He turned to set his glass down, and deliberately let his coat fall back exposing his sword. "Bartender, Another?" He returned his eyes to the lady, "Say, I don't think we have really introduced ourselves. I'm Lars." He held out his hand, and smiled, "And you are?"

[blanchesidonie]

"A more civilized manner?" Now that was interesting. "What exactly do you mean by that? Duels?" Blanche turned away from the fight to really face this man.

"You can call me Blanche." She shook she his hand and ordered herself another rum, though she kept the empty bottle near her. Always vigilant. "Pleasure to run into you Lars."

[Lars Engström]

"The pleasure is mine ma'am." Said Lars, as he looked her in the eyes. "So, Miss Blanche, what brings you here? This is hardly the Rock I would stay on. No offense if it is your home, but I am more of a wanderer." He took a drink of his whiskey, then he continued talking. "I never like to spend too much time in one spot. It makes me feel tied down, and that isn't my style." He smiled at her, "So do you have any particular work you do?"

[blanchesidonie]

"No offense, it definitely isn't my home." Blanche took her glass from the bartender and took a sip. "I'm here on business." So he was the wild rover type. Good age to roam around too. "I do a little of this, a little of that. Mostly tracking down bounties." She didn't feel any need to lie about her profession like some other bounty hunters did. It didn't matter if people knew. When it came time to hunt someone down, she'd find them whether they knew she was coming or not. "And you, what type of work fuels your travels?"

[Lars Engström]

"Mostly the kind that pays, always the kind that is legal." Lars was not one to lie, unless he was protecting someone, and here he had no one to protect. "I am an alliance man myself, although they don't seem to care half a hump about me, but such is life right? That's what politics are right?"
He took another drink, emptying his glass. He thought about getting another, but decided against it. "Other than that though, I just go wherever the wind may take me... well the solar wind anyway." He chuckled at his own joke.

[blanchesidonie]

Well, if it was always legal she supposed it was unlikely his face would ever be popping up on her list of marks."Done a stint with the Alliance myself. They only seem to care about you when they need you." Which made sense to her. That's what people were for. "Politics seem rather pointless to me." She took a slow sip of her drink. Solar wind. Cute joke, but she didn't do much more than smirk. "So what particular wind blew you here?"

[Lars Engström]

"I had a job on St. Albans," He said, "this wasn't to far away, and I thought I might stop in to see what the state of things was." He stood up straight and stretched. "It just felt like the right thing to do." He shrugged, it didn't matter to him if his explanation made no sense to her. He looked at her, and then he remembered something she had said. "SO what unlucky son of a gun brought you here? I assume that you are finished with the job you were on?"

[blanchesidonie]

Blanche shrugged. Reasonable enough excuse to come by this hole in the wall. "Some loser who decided to steal from an Estate on Shinon." Such an amateur. "I'm just starting. Every so often a mark will walk right into your path if you know where to wait. Seems he's not looking for a drink tonight though." Not a big deal. "I'll just track him tomorrow." Blanche was making her drink last now, taking small sips. "Saint Albans? Haven't ever had to go there. I'm sure the weather would make work interesting." A challenge for sure, especially if one had to follow the bounty in a blizzard.

[Lars Engström]

"Interesting is an overstatement, unless you like freezing your self to a human Ice planet." Lars said with a shiver. "When it's not snowing, it is too cold to snow, and then there is that blasted wind." He threw up in his hands in mock defeat, "A man would have to be mad to go there, or at least part Polar Bear."
He found himself enjoying this conversation more and more. The fight had died down and it was much easier to hear now. He seated himself on one of the bar stools and leaned back against the bar. "So what is your next plan of attack? Seeing as your man is finding no need of liquor tonight."

[blanchesidonie]

St. Albans was not on her list of places voluntarily, that's for sure. Blanche took a sip of her drink. "There aren't that many people he could sell his loot to. I'll find out who he's selling to in the morning. Then I'll grab him on his way to the buyer, get myself a bonus for retrieving the stolen goods as well." She shrugged, making it seem like a very simple endeavor.