[SR] "Chapter 1: Another day at the bar..."

[Douane]

Yeah, right!

You've been told so many times about the great opportunities to make a rep that you simply can't stand it anymore.
Unfortunately, everyone has neglected to mention that the best source of work has dried out, also. The corps are scarcely hiring anyone these days, and if they are, the fragging "established" runners are hogging all the jobs. Looks like they lying low after that recent big fracas to avoid the spotlight. You wonder why, after all every press release faulted "rogue elements" with the participation in the riots. Sure!

Still, everyone needs some cred and there‘s that goodie you have set your eye on for some time; consequently you wouldn't be too averse to actually do a run.

So, when your fixer calls with an offer from a certain "Mr. Johnson", you tell him/her that you will hear him out and might consider the job if it fits into your rather busy schedule.

The meeting will be tomorrow, Wednesday, the 7th of January 2054, 6 PM at O'Flaherty's Tavern.

 

[Douane]

"Angel":

You have heard some stories about the 'Tavern'. It was mentioned several times in connection with shady endeavors aimed directly at your home. The exact role of the bar in these is still unclear, however.

Considering this, it should be no surprise that they don't like elves.



"Xerd":

Due to your own business, you know some rumours concerning this bar. According to them it is a place where a lot of weapon deals are made and outsiders should tread carefully lest they appear to be prying into things of no concern to them. Still, nobody knows anything for certain, because the regulars and the staff seem to be a rather tightly knit community.
Oh, and they don't pay protection money. To nobody! The last try proved that the regulars are able to handle their merchandise in more than one way.



"Swart":

You've never heard of this 'O'Flaherty's'. Must be some kind of Irish Pub.



"Bowie":

That place's sure got a rep'! You remember people talking about it concerning some serious arms dealing. But not the small stuff, heavens no! More like trying to outfit a whole fragging army!



"Shaker":

From your one personal visit: They don't like anyone giving them lip!

 

[Shalimar]

Angel arrived at the bar a few minutes before the appointed time. She again went over the preperations she had made, preparing for the worst, the bar did have a bad reuptation after all, and she expected the brunt of it to fall on her as a female elf from the Tir. There was just something about its rep that would have made her start any official business she had there with the words 'after the strafing runs'.

She was wearing skin-tight black leather pants that were very generous to her figure. On her upper body she wore a crimson mid-drift, with a trendy black protective jacket over the top(Secure Jacket). Hidden over her left breast was one of her predators with an extra clip of Ex-Explosive ammo. Her platinum blond hair was styled to lie over her ears to hide them, though there wasn't much she could do about the rest.

Slowly she entered the Tavern looking for whomever it was that she was suppoused to meet out here. I wonder why crystal thought that this would be a good idea, the elf maiden wondered to herself.

 

[eric_the_half_bee]

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--- T O D A Y: APPOINTMENT “O´Flaherty´s Tavern” ---
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Ohh… Damn … not O´Flaherty´s Tavern .. crap ... nearly forgotten ...
His previous experience with that pub and its regulars had been ... well, not exactly friendly ... they didn´t like him at all ...
But there´s a job to do ... and ... I really need that nuyen.

As usual he checked his mail again [no messages], picked up his gear (it´s good to have a bug scanner at hand when you need one) and put the Fichetti back in the concealed holster with 2 extra clips.

O.k. ... finally, the look into the mirror ... check ... yes .... Hey ladies – get ready, the Shaker´s coming!
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After almost 2 years Luca entered the O’Flaherty’s again, exactly at the appointed time only to look at the same expressionless faces again.

This place hadn´t changed one bit ... the same old tables and chairs, the same decor and even the same patrons ... but ...hey, there was a new waitress ... Hello baby!

He entered the Pub and went straight the bar, his best smile shining across his handsome face.

After ordering a beer, he - as talkaktive as ever - tried to do some chit-chat, only to be left alone after a few moments.
O.k. missy, next time ....

Having been left standing alone he took the time to scan the interior, only to stop and stare at the young elven lass.

Hey ... a somber look on such a pretty face ... those legs ... that girl must be helped

A few moments later he ordered two beers and went straight to the table with the Elf.
Broadly smiling he said ‘charmingly’ : “Looks like someone is in need of company in this rather unhospitable place.”.

Not waiting for an answer he sat down and handed the second beer to the girl.

 

[Xael]

Xerd looked at the building he was supposed to enter. He had never liked bars or pubs. Just too many not metahuman-friendly people. Too many drunk people. Too many armed people. And, last but not least, too many not metahuman-friendly, drunk and armed people. Checking his two life-saver babies in their holsters at his sides, placed under his arms for concealibility, he tightenend his long black coat (secure long coat) around him.

Putting his right hand into his coat's pocket, he started walking towards the tavern. Here we go again..., he thought as his boots tapped uncomfortably loud agains the ground. Wíping some of his long black hair away from his face to a more comfortable place behind his clearly elven ears - some hair always seemed to manage escaping his ponytail - he stepped inside the tavern.

 

[Shalimar]

Angel raised a bleached-blond eyebrow at the bear but she pushed it back across the table to him, her nose scrunched up in distaste at the smell of the beer. What is he doing, I know none of the patrons here would want to hit on me with anything other then a pistol. Maybe he's the Johnson, only one way to find out. she thought to herself.

"I don't need a date," she says, "I am meeting someone here here. Several someones, and John can get very jealous, he likes his privacy, a lot." the female elf continues warily. "Are you here to meet someone, or just to flirt?" she asks, glancing up as a second elf enters the bar, maybe I'm not the only one meeting the johnson, she thinks, not able to think of another reason for an elf to be in an extremely anti-elven bar.

 

[Howling Coyote]

Hmm...a job? Might as well check it out. Those were Swarts thoughts as he left his apartment for work in the morning.

After an uneventful day at the clinic, well almost uneventful, since there was an urgent case just before Swarts alarm clock rang. Damn, well can’t help it. This shouldn't take more than ten minutes.

Swart finally arrives to the site five minutes late, "#¤%&/ traffic." The bald ork walks inside and starts scanning the crowd.

 

[eric_the_half_bee]

"I don't need a date," she says, "I am meeting someone here here. Several someones, and John can get very jealous, he likes his privacy, a lot." the female elf continues warily. "Are you here to meet someone, or just to flirt?" she asks ... [/B]

“Then we have something in common.” Luca remarked with a twinkle in his eye.
“Would you rather like a good glass of wine, to shorten the time until the arrival of our mutual friend John ?” he asked with a wide smile on his youthful face.
“Maybe you would like to drink a….” Stopping in midsentence he hastily turned around only to see another elf entering the pub. After glancing at him for a few moments, he quickly turned his attention back to the elven maiden. .
The place sure has changed a lot in the last two years … he thought I wonder who else is going to join our merry little group …

 

[Shalimar]

Angel lets out a low sigh, the man wasn't here to attack her or hit on her, he was another runner, and obviously hired for the same job, the fact that they were going to be working together gave him some slack, more slack then she ever normally gave a human, but if he continued to flirt she would hurt him, a lot.

"Wine would be better," she agreed, having been raised around fine wines, she liked them much more then whatever beer happened to be on tap. "There's something about the scent of beer..." she says with a shiver, it was her heightened sense of smell that turned her off of beer.

"So do you think he's another of John's friends?" the elf maiden asked the human, indicating the elf who had just entered.

 

[Xael]

Stepping inside, Xerd immediately got the annoying feeling of being in some kind of a spotlight. Immediately moving away from the door, trying not to look at anybody too long (people could get pissed off so easily...), he wondered if it would be best to hang around some corner table or just steer around the tavern and try to blend into the crowd.

Corner table idea winning the contest racing on his mind, he decided to compromise once again: steer aound the bar, and look for an empty corner table. He also gave a short glance to a table with a human and an elf lass, though immediately turned to look away when he thought that they were looking at him.

He had never liked bars.

*And just how in hell am I going to find the Johnson here?*