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<blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 5279060" data-attributes="member: 60965"><p>“Service?” Blondie said gruffly, not even bothering to look at the tall, spindly alien that was emerging from the depths of the ductworks that was the cantina. The alien bobbled its head and walked back to the bar, rummaging around behind it for a moment before coming over to the table.</p><p></p><p> “Freecha anasee?” the bartender said, gesturing with his symmetrical four-fingered hand. Ishmael noticed that his other hand had only two, the other fingers ending at the first joints and a mess of scars.</p><p></p><p>“Drinks,” Blondie said, tapping the table and them mimicking a glass tipping back.</p><p></p><p>“Ah!” the bartender said, returning to the bar. He pulled out two drinks, squinted at the kid, shrugged, and filled a third, ambling back to their table and setting them down in the center of the table.</p><p></p><p>Blondie was fast enough to grab the kid's drink before the kid could get to it, but not fast enough to grab his own before the kid countered by swiping and downing it in one motion. Ishmael shook his head and shot it down. It burned like cleaning fluid. When they slapped their shot glasses back to the table, the kid's fell over, spilling a few drops. Without hesitation, the bartender slipped on a glove and scrubbed the two drops around in a small circle, leaving that bit of table almost sparkling clean.</p><p></p><p>“Know where there's work around here?” Blondie said, his voice gravelly. Ishmael stared at the kid, who had curled up in a ball like a hurt bug after downing the drink, gasping.</p><p></p><p>“Freeee Snidd have for work!” the bartender said, making a vague gesture with his two-fingered hand that might have indicated the table, the bar, or the whole station.</p><p></p><p>“No. Work, for us.”</p><p></p><p>“Yees, Freeee Snidd have work!” The same gesture.</p><p></p><p>“For us.”</p><p> </p><p>“Yees, you ones just come off ships, yees?” Snidd pointed at the <em>Rhogot Found</em>.</p><p></p><p>Ishmael nodded.</p><p></p><p>“You ones here for the Isalis? Come make rich, yees?”</p><p></p><p>“Not exactly,” Blondie said, squinting up at the alien.</p><p></p><p>“We're not the mining type,” Ishmael said, picking at a thread that was coming undone from the lining of his armored vest. “The idea of floating out there in a leaky tub of metal in the middle of a trillion worthless crystals looking for the thousand that are actually worth half-a-credit... no thanks.”</p><p></p><p>“Well... but if yee can get Isalis and bring to Freeee Snidd, he pays.” Snidd tapped the table rapidly with his two-fingered hand. “500 credits, no question, yees?”</p><p></p><p>“Sounds like a deal,” Blondie said. “Hows about another round?”</p><p></p><p>“First round on Freeee Snidd, for new freends, yees! Second round though, pays, 1 credit.” Blondie slapped down two and Ishmael fished out another. A minute later three more glasses clinked down on the scratched and carved surface of the table. Blondie and Ishmael reached for their glasses as Christian uncurled and leapt for his, snarling at the two of them as he grabbed it and jealously gulped it down.</p><p></p><p>Ishmael shook his head, wondering why this feral stowaway was still following them and why he and Blondie put up with it. Then the second shot hit like a sledgehammer.</p><p></p><p>Blondie coughed and chomped onto his cigar. “Thought it was supposed to get smoother with the next drink.”</p><p></p><p>“Don't know if that was the same stuff. Wasn't the first round blue? This stuff was almost black.”</p><p></p><p>Christian wheezed in his chair, tilting back and gasping, then flailed wildly as the chair tipped over backwards. Blondie and Ishmael just stood up, leaving the kid thrashing about on the ground knowing trying to touch him would just result in bite-marks.</p><p></p><p>“Let's go see about that work. I just spent half of the money I got left,” Blondie said, staggering out of the bar.</p><p></p><p>Ishmael walked unsteadily after him, placing his hand on low-hanging duct-work to keep himself steady. “Dunno what that last drink was, but daaamn. Maybe it was just the dry weeks in hyper on the way here. Can't remember the last time I could get to the corner of buzzed and drunk in two drinks.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Sky, post: 5279060, member: 60965"] “Service?” Blondie said gruffly, not even bothering to look at the tall, spindly alien that was emerging from the depths of the ductworks that was the cantina. The alien bobbled its head and walked back to the bar, rummaging around behind it for a moment before coming over to the table. “Freecha anasee?” the bartender said, gesturing with his symmetrical four-fingered hand. Ishmael noticed that his other hand had only two, the other fingers ending at the first joints and a mess of scars. “Drinks,” Blondie said, tapping the table and them mimicking a glass tipping back. “Ah!” the bartender said, returning to the bar. He pulled out two drinks, squinted at the kid, shrugged, and filled a third, ambling back to their table and setting them down in the center of the table. Blondie was fast enough to grab the kid's drink before the kid could get to it, but not fast enough to grab his own before the kid countered by swiping and downing it in one motion. Ishmael shook his head and shot it down. It burned like cleaning fluid. When they slapped their shot glasses back to the table, the kid's fell over, spilling a few drops. Without hesitation, the bartender slipped on a glove and scrubbed the two drops around in a small circle, leaving that bit of table almost sparkling clean. “Know where there's work around here?” Blondie said, his voice gravelly. Ishmael stared at the kid, who had curled up in a ball like a hurt bug after downing the drink, gasping. “Freeee Snidd have for work!” the bartender said, making a vague gesture with his two-fingered hand that might have indicated the table, the bar, or the whole station. “No. Work, for us.” “Yees, Freeee Snidd have work!” The same gesture. “For us.” “Yees, you ones just come off ships, yees?” Snidd pointed at the [I]Rhogot Found[/I]. Ishmael nodded. “You ones here for the Isalis? Come make rich, yees?” “Not exactly,” Blondie said, squinting up at the alien. “We're not the mining type,” Ishmael said, picking at a thread that was coming undone from the lining of his armored vest. “The idea of floating out there in a leaky tub of metal in the middle of a trillion worthless crystals looking for the thousand that are actually worth half-a-credit... no thanks.” “Well... but if yee can get Isalis and bring to Freeee Snidd, he pays.” Snidd tapped the table rapidly with his two-fingered hand. “500 credits, no question, yees?” “Sounds like a deal,” Blondie said. “Hows about another round?” “First round on Freeee Snidd, for new freends, yees! Second round though, pays, 1 credit.” Blondie slapped down two and Ishmael fished out another. A minute later three more glasses clinked down on the scratched and carved surface of the table. Blondie and Ishmael reached for their glasses as Christian uncurled and leapt for his, snarling at the two of them as he grabbed it and jealously gulped it down. Ishmael shook his head, wondering why this feral stowaway was still following them and why he and Blondie put up with it. Then the second shot hit like a sledgehammer. Blondie coughed and chomped onto his cigar. “Thought it was supposed to get smoother with the next drink.” “Don't know if that was the same stuff. Wasn't the first round blue? This stuff was almost black.” Christian wheezed in his chair, tilting back and gasping, then flailed wildly as the chair tipped over backwards. Blondie and Ishmael just stood up, leaving the kid thrashing about on the ground knowing trying to touch him would just result in bite-marks. “Let's go see about that work. I just spent half of the money I got left,” Blondie said, staggering out of the bar. Ishmael walked unsteadily after him, placing his hand on low-hanging duct-work to keep himself steady. “Dunno what that last drink was, but daaamn. Maybe it was just the dry weeks in hyper on the way here. Can't remember the last time I could get to the corner of buzzed and drunk in two drinks.” [/QUOTE]
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