A Fian, John, Adrian and Rico JP
"Common Adrian, we're losin' them." Rico said, and hurried his pace to a jog, finally close enough to clasp his hand lightly on Fian's shoulder. "Hey there chief, got room for two more in your little party here?"
Fian turned around to face the new arivals, a smile appeared on his face as he recodnised the two as the newer additions to the squad. Not that it mattered anyway. "Of course! The more the merrier!"
John looks back at the two men. Damm, I thought you'd guys never show. Resting his gun against his shoulder, he looks ahead again, seeing the bar at the distance. "Well this sure does look like a friendly establishment" He murmured.
Adrian caught up with the others and smiled at them. "So mates, what's on the menu tonight? Schnapps? Perhaps some vodka?"
"A drunken haze and a hangover, my dear Adrian." Fian heh-ed, noting the name of the soldier from his nametag. "Onwards to victory!" He said, pointing at the bar doors and false marching right through.
Adrian chuckled to himself. "Fian, I do so believe I like your thinking." He followed the soldier through the door.
Although the exterior of the bar was dull durasteel much like the rest of Nepleslia, the interior walls were made out of red bricks. Old fasioned lightbulbs instead of flourecence lights dimly illuminated the place. The place was large to accomodate the multitude of travellers comming in and out of the spaceport but in a sense with its old decor, a feeling somewhat like home. Fian made his way to the wooden barstools and gestured to the barkeeper.
Rico chuckled as he followed the others into the pub, and ran his hand through his hair in an attempt to fix it up in his usual way. There were a few patrons scattered here and there, but from the looks of the place, nothing too special. "Shi~t, this place sure has changed since I was last here."
"The usual, Bob." Fian requested while swiping his debit card across the scanner. He sat down and listened to what the rest were ordering, hopefully to gain some insight on his teammates.
John walked up to the bar, pounding on it and shouting out his order to the barkeep "Rum, straight and lots of it!" He ploped down onto the barstool, rubbing his head and smiling Finally a drink
Adrian walked up to the bar and thought a minute. "Give me 2 tumblers of Absinthe, A glass of ice water, and 3 shots of vodka." He rubbed his chin a bit. "Make that three tumblers of Absinthe. I don't even want to know the difference between myself and this counter in fifteen minutes."
Rico took a seat beside the others as he casually looked around the rest of the bar. Taking a deep breath, Rico let it rush out, and waved at the bartender. "Strongest shit you got in here chief. Aaaand..." Rico took a moment to scope out the selection on the counters behind the bar, and smiled as he made his choice. "...whatever the hell's in that green bottle. Big glass."
After about five mintutes of shuffling behind the bar, the chubby barkeep laid out the drinks before the soldiers. "Ere ya go!" He said heartily over the soft jazz that was playing. " A jug o rum, the 'usual', three thumblers of Absinthe- a glass of ice water and 3 shots of vodka, and one bottle of Nepleslian industrial grade cleaning alcohol."
"Some corporate mining folks drink that stuff." The barkeep said, pointing to the green bottle. "Be sure to knock you out untill your next departure."
John raised a brow at the cleaning alcohol and then downed his first mouthful of rum, the savor reminding him of the occasional drink he'd have with his friends back home. "Ahh..memories.."
Adrian laughed at Rico's mystery order. "That aughta go down pretty smooth, mate." He picked up one of the shot glasses and slammed it down. "I call a contest. Whoever vomits last becomes new god of Neplesia for a day."
"Yes to that!" Fian laughed. He raised his glass of a suspicious looking cloudy blue liquid.
"Rico, John, you guys in on this?"
Rico's face lit up as he heard the orders come around...and his smile drooped slightly as he heard the name of his mystery drink. The comments of his peers brightened him up a bit, and he poured a glass for himself. "Well, I wanted somethin' new...guess I got it!" Rico laughed again as Adrian proposed his contest, and raised his discolored drink to the others. "Sounds like a plan!" And quickly downed the glass.
John chuckled at the others " No thanks mates, I'd prefer to be semi-concious on the way back" He had learned from many a night of drinking before when to stop..lest he end up naked in an alley or some such thing.
Fian drank his in long gulps with a tensed face. After finishing the glass he wiped the froth from his mouth and laid the cup carefully back on the bar. All right, stay awake now, dont black out, you can do it.
Adrian grinned as he mixed some of the water into his absinthe. "John, ya pansy. Ah what the hell. Bottoms up, men!" He quickly lifted a tumbler and downed all of it, his eyes tearing up slightly from the intense burn.
John smirked and let out a hearty laugh. "You won't think so badly of me when I'm carryin ya back to the ship Adrian!" He took another gulp of rum and whipped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Rico put his glass down hard with a gasping breath as the liquid ran down his throat. Whatever he was drinking, it was strong, and it worked fast. Rico wanted to comment on the other's drinking...but realized he barely knew the lot of them, and decided to correct that. "Well boys, before I take another glass of this cleanin' fluid, I might as well introduce myself!" Rico put down the glass, and cleared his throat. "By the way guys, name's Rico if you haven't heard. A man should always know who he's drinkin' with!" Rico laughed slightly, the drink working it's way into his system.
The barkeep looked at each of the soldiers with a disapproving eye. Four drunkards usually meant unpaid overtime...
"Fian's the name." The Vel Steyr tilted his glass slightly towards his cleaning liquid drinking friend, his cheeks were getting redder. "One more round!"
... Plenty of mopping, cleaning and scrubbing of the eventual mess they will leave behind...
Adrian laughed out loud. "John, I doubt I'll know what a ship is after this." He downed another tumbler and a shot and felt a nice buzz in his head. He decided to heed Rico's request. "My name's Adrian, but you all knew that."
...But its business as usual as he repetedly poured out drinks for the four.
