Beer, Blood and Beatings }{ (Open)

[Onas Knox]

"The Grimm Reaper!" Onas exclaimed as Alice actually jumped off her chair, knocking them both to the ground. While they were still.. eh, down there, he added, "Nick we gotta figure out how to get her that motivated about coolent tanks.."

"Give her tequila?" He answered shrugging. Onas and Justin slid back a little to make room for both of them, and once Jax had them settled, Oj returned his leg to its upright and propped position against their chair.

Onas reached over as Jax held out his hand, shaking it hardily, "I think your bigger boss," He joked with the mountian, "That grip is stone cold."
^{(((OOC-All Puns Intended)))}

Justin and Nick also made him welcome, and Onas introduced yet another friend to his new comrades, "Bella, Sidney, ya'll might or might not have noticed, but Jax is Alice's husband," he said while motioning between them, "A lil earlier than we expected." He smiled at Alice, and continued, "Sid... if yo.. if you didn't feel like you'd had enough yet, my man here ain't fought tonight." He teased laughing through the last couple of words. Jax was a massive guy, certainly no one Onas knew wanted to fight a man that big. He turned his grin towards Claira, "Oh, you either Bella, if you' still feelin froggy."

[Clairabella Corinth]

Clairabella listened on as everyone mingled. She talked with J and Nick a bit getting to know them as well. That was all interrupted as Sidney and Onas talked about the possibility of Fed's. Clair of course had nothing to really hide but that wasn't what mattered. Fed's had always been looked at with suspicion. She had grown up with parents who were smugglers after all and that meant being careful around them.

THe situation was quickly defused as Sidney and Onas made a toast to good recovery. Clair found this to be an odd toast, sure they had both taken a beating out there but a good recovery sounded like something you would wish for, for someone in the hospital. Bella shrugged it off and watched as a large man walked up to Alice and placed his hands on her shoulders. It didn't take long till she figured out it was her husband.

"pleasure to meet you Jax."Clair stated after Onas introduced him to her. "I think one fight is good enough for tonight, plus I am fresh out of the sprout fourty." She said with smile in Onas direction. It had been an itneresting night and she would have the bruises to remond her for several days to come.

[Jackson Grimm]

"Sidney, was that man's name really Sid, wow this verse can sure throw you a curve ball from time to time", Jax thought with out voicing it. Bella, now she was cute. You know, like your kid sister cute, she couldn't have been more than eighteen, maybe nineteen, what was she doing hanging out with this crowd of hard asses.

"Nice to meet the both of you. I am glad to meet some people other than myself than can beat some sence in to Onas' head, chest, back," leaning over to examine Onas lower body he added, "and even legs by the look of it." Jax concluded with a harty laugh.

Hugging Alice tighter to himself Jackson whispered in her ear, "I am never letting you go again."
She quipped back with a slit slur of her words, "You sure about that."
"Well maybe to let you take your clothes off."

Alice grinned while her checks redened then lend over and whispered in Jax's ear and now it was Jackson's turn for his face to turn a deep shade of red. With Alice giggling into his shoulder Jackson adressed the group one more time.

"Well friends, family, newly found friends," he said jesturing towards Bella and Sid, and standing at the same time while placing a still gigling Alice over his shoulder. "Well I gotta go meet a man, about a thing, at that place, you know the place we were at last week."

With a chours of "YES JACKSON WE KNOW" coming from his crewmates, like he had used that line one to many times. Jackson made for the door. As he passed Val on the way out the door, Val hollered after him, "I thought you were here to drag you brother home."
Jackson replied "I found something better," then he made his way back to the Athena.

[Onas Knox]

Nick broke the silence looking at Onas, "I'm not sure if that took longer than expected, or might have been faster."

Onas chuckled, "Like rabbits ain't they," He asked smiling. He put his waning filter out, and stood, the alcohol now clearly dulling his wounds, and pretty much everything else. The last sane synaptic relays in his head were telling him that it was time to go. Being a happy drunk was not so good when in the company of people you don't know. Even in his current state, Onas knew better than to continue drinking. That was only a good way to start letting secrets slip.

He reached to Sidney, and shook his hand, "Sidney Bainbridge, I won't forget you." Then he looked down to Clairabella, and pulled a card from his back pocket, handing it to her, "If you need that work, you send me a wave. I'll... get you what I can." He said with a stumble. Then he bid his fellows adue, and walked to his locker.

Nick and Justin stayed longer, a few more hours. Nick was dependible, he drank slowly, and generally didn't go straight home. Niether would likely be sleeping at their own ship tonight. Nick had been talking to a woman at the bar a good bit of the night, silver tounge an all.

Onas scanned his locker, and collected his gear. His waitress was his escort to the door. Anyone who retreived their weapon after a bout, and a drink, could expect an escort. When they got to the door, she gave him a card and a smile. He took one last tall drink from his bottle, left it with her, and tipped her generously. When she turned to head back inside, he took a long glance, and then tipped his non exsistant hat to Val, and then walked home, smoking all the way.

Persephone could be a nice place. From time to time.

[Sidney Bainbridge]

Sidney stayed pretty quiet most of the night speaking mainly when spoken too. He had several more drinks through out the night and when Onas got himself ready to go Sidney shook his hand and spoke back to him "I hardly think my knee will allow me to forget about you either Onas. I have to say this fight has proven to me that I am getting old these days."

It was true Sidney was getting old. He was forty-one now and much older then anyone in this group. Once Onas had made his way out of the bar and the rest began to do the same Sidney when up to the vender and began to speak with him. He was interested in this crew of people and wanted to learn a bit more about them. Over the years Sidney had built himself quiet the set of contacts around the verse. The vender had been one of them.

A few minutes of talking to the vender and he had convinced him to ffer up a bit of help on the subject. He had Sidney wait where he was and went behind the counter and in to the kitchen for only a moment. Then returned with a young woman, the waitress who had been serving them all night and brought her over to Sidney. it seemed she was the person who would be able to assist him in figureing out what he needed.

[Primrose Evony]

“Hey Kitty Kat, someone out here wants to talk to you,” the Vender called sticking his head into the back room filled with scotch swilling, cigar smoking men and women around the green felted card table. There was only one woman, not counting Primrose, at the table. A women draped in plum with a shapely yet slender figure with dark eyes. She gave the room a haunting stare that could give make you believe in the devil. Primrose was sat opposite this Madam perched beside a rather rotund fellow with powder white hair and a red velvet jacket.

“Yeah, yeah sure, in a minute,” she called back. The Vender’s eyes narrows slightly at her before he let the midnight blue curtain fall and presumably went back to his bartending business side of things. Meanwhile Primrose Evony was sat beside the rosy cheeked half-mooned glasses wearing fellow giving him pointers. “See Mr. McCool over there, he runs his hand through his hair every time he bluffs, and tiny eyes over there scratches his temple when he’s got nothing,” she whispered as they played their hands. It was finally down to one man, “And Mr. Thinks he is the master of the universe over there thinks he doesn’t have a tell, but his nostrils flair ever so slightly when he’s making a bold bluff,” she whispered to the man who proceeded to win the poker game.

“You really are my good luck charm,” the man said looking up at her in surprise as she stood.

“I told you I would be,” she smiled back down at him, “Now do me a favor and go put some of that money on Viper out there for me,” she asked him with a wink before she left the table. Prim had simultaneously helped the best of the worst criminals in the verse to take money from the others and convinced him to give it all to a losing man. Translation, she would be getting all the money, once Minerva took her cut of course. Sometimes she loved her job. She would love it more if she wasn’t in debt to a mob boss basically, but such was life.

Primrose pushed back the curtain and sauntered up behind the bar, “Alright, I’m done, what did you say you needed?” she asked to Vender with a hand on her hip. Prim was as usual wearing a wig. The color of which changed daily. Today her hair was bright scarlet red and cropped in an A-line, the lowest layers grazing her chin. Her slender figure was emphasized by the short little black dress and black tights underneath, and paired with monstrously tall black high heels, the heels glittered with diamonds.

“Guy over there wants some info,” the Vender said in a hushed voice.

“Astounding,” Prim muttered at the Vender before sashaying over to the guy. She leaned her elbows on the bar and gazed across from him, “What can I do ya for Mister?” she asked casually.

[Sidney Bainbridge]

Sidney waited out front as the vender went and talked to a memeber of his staff in the back. It seemed he had someone who would be able to give him everything he needed to konw about this crew that he had just spent the later part of the evening with. Sidney ordered himself one last drink as waited. It had been a rough night and he could use one more.

A few minutes later a young woman came out and the vender directed her toward Sidney. No name was given, timpical of people in this sort of position. Sidney light a cigarette up as he leaned in closer to her. "The man I was in the ring with earlier." He said as he pulled up the fight record on the table infront of them. "What can you tell me about him and his crew?"

Sidney had gained an interest in a crew of this sort. They seemed to be tight knit crew, and one that could potentially have somr sort of "past" that could make them useful later. Sidney always had use for people who have a "creative" past to them. "I'd like all the details, everything you know about them."

Sidney layed down a decent amount of cash on the table, five hundred st start with. This place normally used electronic tipping but that meant the establishment would know everything she was tipped. Cash prevented that from being know. "It'll be worth it to both of us." He said with a smile.

[Primrose Evony]

“And out of the guys you beat nearly senseless which one was that?” Primrose asked playfully, acting dumb for a moment before she straightened and with a nod added straightforwardly, “Alright, alright, the man you were fighting,” she said as she took a clean rag and wiped the counter down. Most of the time Prim enjoyed playing a little cat and mouse but it was nearly the end of her shift and she favored going home more than dilly dallying around with some guy, still she couldn’t resist a little teasing, “Are you gonna make it worth my while?” she asked pouring him another drink. It was easier for an otherwise private conversation to stay private out in the open if no one thought you were suspicious. A cute bartender pouring a drink for a patron and chatting with him after a fight was much less out of the ordinary than if she simply stood there talking to him.

As he pulled out the cash she laughed slightly and slid it casually back to him. “I don’t want your money, I want something of value to you and a story to go with it,” she told him while cleaning another glass and stacking it on the shelf behind her. Primrose preferred to trade in information when she could. It was far more useful than cash to her. Turning back to him she removed a cutting board, a knife and a lime from underneath the bar and began cutting it into wedges. “And if you don’t tell me the truth, I’ll find out Mr. Bainbridge, Sir,” the last bit almost seemed threatening, thinly veiled by a smile as she stuck a wedge of lime on the edge of his glass.

[Sidney Bainbridge]

Sidney just smiled at her comment about his past fight. He had a record about him in his past, but he could tell right away there was more behind that comment then just recognizing his record. No, she had learned more about him then just that little bit. He had dealt with this type before. The first and formost to come to mind was Amaya. She had spent a good portion of her life doing the same thing, and always had a way of digging up details that were hard to find. Sidney had a lot of secrets in his past, plenty of stories to tell like the young lady was looking for.

When she slid the money back his way he didn't pick it back up instead just setting a napkin over the top of it. It may come in handy later. "I'll start with the story then we can figure out the thing of value." He began to explain to her. He was trying to figure out what story would be the best to tell. He had many to tell but it had to contain value to her something that could be sold to the next person who came along.

That in itself was the trick, to find a sotry that could be sold later down the road that wouldn't come back to haunt Sidney later. "So a good sorry, well as today marks me being forty-one years old I have plenty of time to gether them up. I think I have just the one for you." He picked up the shot she had poured him and tossed it back, he had begun to feel the alcohol takes its effect. "Lets go back to a time long before you even had the thought that you were a hot shot." He said jesting with her just a little.

"Back in 2318, right here on Persepone is where our story begins. An old friend of mine Nick Caudle had sent me a message saying he needed help with a little something. Got himself tied up with the wrong people. Dealing in the same business as yourself as a matter of fact." Yeah she was a bar tender but that was just a cover for her real wark, Sidney was smart enough to know that.

"Unfurtunatly for Nick I wasn't able to get her in time for him. Luckily he left a young woman behind with the information. Turned out that information was something incriminating for a certian person of importance here in the underworld of Persephone. Well that ended up getting her in a bit of hot water witht them and some how I ended up hiving to get her off world and get her somewhere to break the security coding on that little disk." He paused a moment as he thought about it. He hadn't seen Amaya in quite some time. No waves from her in over a year. Not that they hadn't gone a long time with out talking and he still kept the necklace of hers on him all the time. There hardly was a night that wentby without him thinking of her.

"Well to cut to the chase, she ended up getting me shot before we got off planet. She managed somehow to help me limp my way on to a ship and off to St. Albans to an old comrads place for medical treatment and a place to hid. Before she had a chance to break the code to the disk I was off on my own agian. Never did find out what was on it thought." Sidney finished up with a smile, He knew she was ask for more detail, the story hadn't given her much to work with other then he helped someone off planet when smeone else was looking for them. That wouldn't pay for anything but he had already figured out what she would need from there.

Sidney pulled a ring of keys from his pocket, good old fassion keys and removed one of the roughly two dozen keys and set it out on the table. "I'm sure you would love to know what was on hat disk. Wish I could tell you." He slid his shot glass over to her and waited for her to refill it. Once it was filled again he took the shot and set the galls down again. "Course this key does go to a locker down on the docks. If the Feds never found it then there should be a copy down there."