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Rhett raised his mug at Talon's words about his 'fun' not being by choice, a weird seriousness added to that exhausted smirk of his. "I hear that." Granted.. he can't say he's gotten many snuggles. Or much love at all.

"Oh?" Curiosity drew him to look at the spider with a little more intensity than the glance he'd given it before. The signal was coming from in here somewhere, even if it was faint. It could very well be this little quirky thing rather than the organoid 'someone' was so intent on it being. "Where'd you find it? Any place unique?"

Talk about trying to open a can of worms with someone like Talon...

Blitz's words turned Rhett's attention back, his chin settling back on his crossed arms.

"Why wouldn't a stranger ask another why they are troubled? Perhaps they are too busy with their own lives to inquire into the depths another is submerged within?" Well that was a strain. Rhett probably didn't know he knew that many synonyms and metaphors even if it was just a sentence. He certainly wouldn't keep that up, but Blitz was a funny guy to him.

A twinge of his headache creased his brow again as another pang bothered him.

"A friend of mine thinks he knows your friend, is all. I was curious." His smirk faded some, his expression a gentle..ish neutral. He didn't seem like a bad guy, not from this interaction. Just off.

Kreig had remained silent but in tuned to the conversation between the pilots. Something about the 'smelly' one bothered every circuit within the raptor organoid and it was all the more troublesome that he could not pin exactly why he was so troubled. The pointed questions seemed so minor compared to the real irritation.

"Why wouldn't indeed when someone so strange would inquire about something he himself clearly has no interest in." Kreig finally snapped. His feathers perked forward as the larger claws on his toes begun to tap the ground rhythmically. "Or rather has interest for all the wrong reasons."

Azure eyes flashed before he arched his head protectively over Blitz's shoulder. The bull organoid from across the room snorted another warning, gaining the attention of the owner as well. The elderly man watched the group carefully as he paused in cleaning a glass mug to place a hand on the bull's forehead.

The organoid couldn't help but feel thankful the other being engaged in the conversation seemed to be on top of things. Good sense, and still had that strange appeal to the mechanical creature... It had to have been the hair.

Rhett chuckled tiredly at Talon. It probably would have been a full laugh if he wasn't so tired and didn't have the voice in his head demanding things every couple of seconds. He leaned his head back, tipping the last of his mug of beer into his (likely just as dirty) mouth. Now that's gross. It couldn't be always that he's this disgusting considering he had all his teeth still.

"Oh? I see. I'm not much one for rhymes and such." He admitted, as if it wasn't already obvious. The waitress's rounds led to him raising his mug for a refill, though he considered ordering something stronger at Blitz's suggestion. Water wasn't an option. He'd rather be unconscious right now than sober. "Why wouldn't I want to bother the 'lad with the fancy organoid'? It's like.. bringing the best toy to show and tell. Everyone wants to see."

Granted, in this case 'everyone' was just one tipsy, stinky, clumsy man.

"Well." He sat up a little bit as if to tell a story. "Lets just say I cover a lot of ground in a very short amount of time and showers of any method are a luxury that can't always be afforded." At least that was a hint into the truth, though the real truth would be more like the dictator thinks humans spend too much time doing humanly things.

"Naw," Rhett waved a hand jovially at Blitz's suggestion, dismissing the idea entirely. "Maybe strange I guess, but I think this guy here wins on the unique. He doesn't feel completely unique though. Just a hint of it. Like perhaps you've run into something fun before." ....Wait, what?

Kreig didn't have to worry about the horrors of bodily odors as his metallic one produced none of its own. But he was wholly aware of what filth looked like and the being 'tormenting' his partner was the picture perfect image of it. Something about him was so offsetting that the large claw on his left toe refused to cease tapping the ground. Perhaps it was just his filth and over questionable demeanor... Regardless, it was troublesome to even a mechanical being.

"Far from bringing a mere toy to 'show'." Kreig retorted coolly. "And as far as your bathing habits are concerned I am sure there is a -free- shower just out those doors and to the back of these facilities that you can make wonderful use of..."

True, the owner had cleverly installed an outdoor shower that consisted of a hose and a large barrel full of cold water for his more intoxicated guests.

Speaking, Blitz's suggestion of 'harder' drinks earned a side glance. Oh, like he was going to be responsible for being the designated driver. At least for him. Perhaps that other lad's spider-thing could be for him... and the owner would do good to toss the drunken sack of dirt into the cold water barrel.

Attention turned back to the dirty one at Talon's inquiry of what the other had meant by 'fun'. A curious fellow. The feathers on his head twitched as he waited the answer. This should be good....

Opening the heavy door of the bar, and taking a tired step off to the side, The un-gloved worked tan hands of a well known Merchant,. His booted heal held the door open, as his hand gesture to his 'associate', welcoming her inside with a little bow of his head. A grin reflected on his lips as gold eyes peered past a set of worn spectacles, to rest on the woman with him. His bright gaze seemed to reassure her as he watched her own carefull. The tattered Male, might have looked as if he just rolled out of a sandstorm, but he still knew that it was polite to hold a door open for a woman. Especially this woman.

Regents hair no longer held the messy-nested dreads that had once adorn his crown. But now, was straight and at it's more natural appeal Long white bangs skillfully-but loosely-were kept back by a tie that rested on the back of his head. The once long unkept bread, was now braided in a set of two strands that dangled from his chin freely.

The scar that was so deeply misplace across his face, did nothing to hinder the parted smile that rested on his lips. He had noticed the bar wasn't as busy had it been in the past. And admittedly his business wasn't the only thing that had fallen on hard times.

"Did you want to find us a table, my dear?" Regal asked with a grin, A slight sigh left his lips as only the bartender at a glance was the only one that he had recognized. Perhaps it was for the best. A chance from new costumers!

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A soft chuckle left Regent as he watched Risk's gaze roll. Of course, he knew she didn't want to be in such a place-but there was 'business' to attended to. His own yellow eyes, couldn't help but drop to Risk's figure as she turned and swayed away to a table. Though that sharp gaze rose from it's distraction as he felt the light little tug and touch of one of his braids. It caused a soft smile to rest on the more rambunctious one he had held. Without anymore of a coxing, Regent's feet seemed puppet-ed as he fallowed along after her.

His gaze however did find breath, as he looked to the bar as he saw the familiar tender. Nodding to the barkeep, he offered a greeting grin-signalling his regular order-His hand raised to gestured his finger to let him know 'pulse one more'. Shifting his hand to the worn wooden chair, Regent pulled it out to take at sit next to Risk who stood near the table.

Folding his hands together, The Marchent let his elbows perch on the table as his interlocked finger's cradled his scuffed chin. Gold eyes looked up to the dark woman beside him.

"You know," Regent mused with a smile. "I wouldn't mind you ever taking your eyes off of me." the Male smiled. "As you're welcomed to enjoy the view all you like, lovely." He added, offering a little wink to her. He couldn't help but teasing her just a little, before her let his hand slipped free as his head raised to gesture to a seat offering it to her.

Rhett lowered his head for a moment, rubbing his fingers over the bridge of his nose.

"Stay outside.." He muttered harshly, and then tried to drown the words with another heavy swallow.. or two.. or three. He had his eyes closed for a moment, before he opened one eye, and then the other to look back at Talon.

"Fun.. Y'know, little.. bugs.. and perhaps some larger uncommon Zoids that had a thing or two to say?" He seemed rather unwilling to go into detail with his slurred words, though he was amused by Kreig's comment. "Perhaps, but I just arrived, as I'm sure you noticed. Haven't quite been in this corner before." His gold eyes turned back to Blitz as he began rhyming. He seemed earnestly impressed at the talent, but the moment he asked about where his curious friend was.. the man's eyes widened.

"Out.. outside.." His voice caught, and he suddenly seemed extremely concerned about something. Although the exhaustion had drained from his expression, the pale color of his skin denoted the condition remained. Fortunately adrenaline overcame that and made him move much faster than his otherwise tired body should have been able to.

"I.. think I'll go take that shower now." He coughed as if apologetically, and stumbled up, drunk at this point. The emergency that had apparently taken over the concept of taking a shower (which was obviously not the truth, but the only truth he was willing to give) made him half-run towards the entrance.

Of course, drunk, he wasn't going to be able to go in a straight line. He hadn't been sober when he started to down the beers, so a couple beers ontop of whatever he'd been drinking prior to coming to the bar just added to the fact that on his way out, he collided his left side with the back of Risk's chair as he was headed for the back door.