Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal ****s her head and mutters "She's drinking milk...talking about kids...hm. Could be." She shrugs, and then makes her way back up into the rafters, slouching against the wall above the door and closing her eyes.

[Breekan1]

B1 sniffs his milkshake, eyeing the BT suspiciously. "Used to be a Bartender couldn't go three hours without some bored sod deciding to make a punching bag out of their corpse. Maybe with everyone gone, this one's been given time to get to know itself a little better and... deviate." He throws his hands up reassuringly, even though the Bartender looks unsettlingly unruffled. "Not that I'm of the mind to see a return to certain old habits, sir. A guy with a personality like you, well it could serve to spruce the place up a tad, yeah?"

[Myitt]

The bartender just looks over at Breekan, drying his glass.  He shrugs a little, looking around at the big swaths on the bar where recent patrons have pushed dust away. 

Myitt moves her chair to face B1.  "Breek, you really think the guy's gonna pull out the Pine Sol?"

[Breekan1]

Breekan scratches his chin, scans the rafters as he thinks. "Well, I figure if he wanted to kill us he'd have just let that raptor exercise its killer instinct rather than turn it into a questionable hamburger. Still-" his eyes lock on the Bartender and he lets out a nervous laugh. "You know, it just now occurred to me that we're acting like you can't even hear us." He offers his hand. "The name's Breekan1. What's your story?"

[Myitt]

The bartender looks at Breekan's hand, then pulls out his notepad and writes for a moment, patiently.  He sets the notepad on the counter near Breekan. 

It reads, "I am the bartender.  I have always been here.  You are Breekan1, son of Crayak.  Would you care to see your tab?" 

The bartender clicks his pen, brushing a finger along the dusty edge of the bar counter. 

[AcreLorraine]

Acre stood up.  "Leave the bartender alone.  He'll talk if he wants to, kinda like the rest of us."  He slid his cards into a full deck and began to shuffle them.  "I honestly don't understand what the curiosity is.  It killed the dog you know."

[Breekan1]

B1 glances at Acre with a grin, smoothing back his furry ears. "Cat, actually..." He twitches his feet excitedly, rereading the note to himself, then looking the Bartender curiously in the eye. "Yes, yes I think I would like to see my tab, please, if that's alright."

[AcreLorraine]

"You're a cat?  Strange."  He looked up from his cards.  The tab amount will surprise you I bet.  If you die, can I have some of your blood."  He pulled out a blank card and started drawing on it with a pencil.  "I might enjoy being something new.  Humans bore me."

[Myitt]

The bartender turns to the old, beat up metal cash register and rings it open.  He flips through a drawer that somehow seems far too...deep, for just a cash drawer.  In a moment the BT pulls out a big roll of paper and walks over to Breekan, handing it to him.  It rolls across the counter and across the floor.  The total is printed mercifully at the top, in red, flashing letters.  Strange paper...

[AcreLorraine]

"So what's the damage, can I have your blood?"  He cranes to look at the price at the top.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Without opening her eyes Shal interjects "The last time we had a BT with personality, he got a little nosy..."

[Myitt]

"Yeah, perhaps we should be thankful for small favors," Myitt murmurs, eyeing the bartender.  She pours another cup of coffee.

<You're going to make me sick, you know that?>

<I'll deal with it.>

<Yeah, but I won't!>

[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub walks over to the bar, grumbling, and orders some cow's milk and saltine crackers.

The bartender stops drying the dry cup and sets the dishrag down on the counter before going back into the kitchen. There's a loud racket, including some mooing, and the bartender comes out a moment later with a frothing cold glass of milk.

Sub eyes the cup for a second before asking,"Skim?"

The bartender, stops, sighs with as little emotion as one could imagine, then goes back into the kitchen. There's another loud racket, just as before, and he comes out again with what looks like the same glass of milk.

Sub smiles at him,"Thanks, buddy! Put it on my tab." and she takes the glass along with the crackers that just seemed to appear on the bar. The bartender shrugs slightly and goes back to drying another glass as she makes her way back to the table.

She sits heavily in a seat and sighs, starting to munch on a cracker. "I miss anything good?"

[Myitt]

"Just Breekan's tab," Myitt smirks, nodding at the long list.  "What's the matter with you, drinking that again?  I'd stay away from the dairy products around here.  In fact, anything but the booze." 

[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub blinks,"Oh, damn, how many pages was that monster?" and then she smirks,"Well, you can hear it's fresh, not much he can do to it from the kitchen to the counter, ya know?"