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~Leadstorm looked over to Trau. "So long as it calms her down, I don't really care. But what say you we find that. I realise it's not really a fair trade for saving my a**, but do you want a drink?" He motioned the bartender over. "Give me a Screaming Nazi and something to chase it with. And one for my esteemed collegue." Leadstorm looked over to trau. You know, you really haven't asked many questions for sticking with me as long as you have."

After Eseen had given out the order for a downer, the bartender had given her a strange look. She, not having the slightest clue as to what it is or could be returned with a blank stare. A few moments passed while she ran some thoughts through her head, trying to come across what she was on about. Usually she'd order alcohol by the specific name, this seemed a bit too vague for her liking.

"A downer." She repeated, motioning like she was holding an invisible glass and tipping it upside down into her open mouth. The bartender was taken back slightly at this before smiling, pulling out something from underneath the table and grabbing an unmarked bottle filled with blue coloured liquid that was slowly shifting to green and back again.

"Ahh, you're an Aussie." He spoke, butchering the word with whatever accent he had while pouring the liquid into the glass. It seemed to bubble slightly, which sparked her curiosity as to how potent this really was. She took another few moments to actually realised said something of which the question had formed in her mind some time ago.

"A what?" Eseen blinked, genuinely confused at what the bartender was talking about. He waved his hand off to brush her away while he placed the bottle back and sliding over to his next customer while the club began to fill up. A moment of contemplation ran through the girl's head, pondering the consequences of ingesting this mysterious liquid before her hand took over. Before she knew it, it was at the back of her throat and she was already swallowing.

"Hey that's not bad..." She spoke to herself while a strange fruity taste filled her mouth after the potency of the alcohol had been cleared from her lungs. The teen turned her head to catch the attention of the bartender, but at the moment he seemed to be slightly occupied with another customer. A sigh escaped her lungs before the presence of Joe next to her had suddenly registered. He also seemed to have a drink he hadn't touched.

"Hey old man, are you drinking that?" She inquired rudely while she was already reaching for his drink. The decision was made to make sure this drink was gone before he could make a physical protest and it was so. In one smooth motion, she had managed to grab his drink and take the whole thing down, noting the exotic taste, letting out a sigh of pleasure from the taste and then immediately regretted it.

Eseen's face very quickly turned from normal, shifting past glazed eyes and the red cheeks right to the red face before purple. She released the glass the drink was in and it exploded on impact with the ground, meeting it herself seconds later from slumping off the bar stool. Her hands were firmly planted on the sides of her head and a low moan of unbearable pain was heard coming from somewhere around her general direction.

"It feels... like... my brain! It's being smashed out... by a slice of lemon!" She paused for a moment, gritting her teeth while she tried to diagnose the kind of pain she was experiencing. From what she described, it didn't seem to fit quite right, something was missing and she could only put her thoughts out verbally as the thinky thingy wasn't working properly. "... Wrapped around a large gold brick!"

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Eseen continued groaning while holding a tight grip on her head in an attempt to prevent her skull opening and her brains being smashed out. It wasn't actually going to happen, but it sure felt like it. In the mean time, Joe's words were ignored about her being an idiot. Since when would a drink cause such a brutal effect? What kind of b*****d served something like that?

Well the bartender was now suddenly not occupied with the customer, his attempt to ignore this teen who seemed pushy enough to warrant no questioning of her legal age was failing. An unexpected explosion originating from her direction wasn't something easily brushed off. Especially when you were unsure whether the explosion was the cause of a girl lying on the floor clutching her head or visi versa.

As soon as Joe had mentioned the pain lasting a few hours, her face relaxed for a brief moment signifying the pain had ceased. It hadn't, but screwing up her face into the tightest ball possible wasn't doing any good, especially at the prospect of doing it for that long. She turned to face Joe eye to eye, showing off that while he had noticed her grey eyes, they were just as ice cold as his yet held somewhat more character.

"To hell with that!" She announced in reply to the pain wearing off in a few hours, she came here to party not discover the wonderful effects of painkillers. Taking everyone by surprise, she launched herself to her feet quickly, slamming her fist on the bar and bared her teeth in some kind of twisted half friendly smile, half grimace. "Barman. Vodka. Glass. No, Mug."

The bartender jumped at the sudden act of aggression from this girl, not out of fear but surprise. He cautiously pulled out a mug with one hand, the bottle of vodka with the other. The glass was quickly filled with ice and topped up with vodka and Eseen tossed a bill over the counter that'd cover the cost before grabbing it and consuming a large portion of the iced spirit quickly. She then turned quickly to face Joe with a smile on her face before squinting at the pain from the gargleblaster, brainfreeze and general queeziness obtained from swallowing such a large volume of vodka in such a short order.

"There," She managed to stifle out after a few moments. "No pain!"

Trau nodded, and then chuckled at the name of the drink. "A drink would be fine." He paused for a moment. Screaming Nazi...as if, he thought. Though, still, where would he be now? He let his gaze wander out to the crowd, and then sighed. "I don't ask many questions, do I?"

He looked back over at Leadstorm, and then nodded. "Why, though...hell, I don't know. Maybe it's nature, maybe it's nurture." He smiled, and then leaned in closer, "But what I really think it is, is that I'm going with my gut here...and, not to sound weird...I recognize something of me in you. I sense...something. We're both on missions, of sorts, and that's enough for me. I figure, and don't get me wrong and think I'm doing it selfishly, but I think that if I help you out, you'd be more inclined to help me out."

"Which brings up the obvious question...why haven't you asked me a lot of questions?"

"I am not an idiot!" Eseen exclaimed in response to Joe. As she done so, her foot came down hard and her body language changed to that of pouting. Crossing her arms, she took a step away from the man before realising her unfinished drink was still on the bar. An arm reached out behind her and she spun around, quickly taking grip of the nearest solid object while she lost her balance.

A breath escaped her lungs in surprise and she blinked a few times before letting go unsteadily. The inhibiting effect of the alcohol had just kicked in and the pain in her head began to slowly dissipate thanks to the numbing that came with being drunk. Her look of general disorientation shifted swiftly to a toothy grin while her cheeks took on a nice shade of red.

Taking a grip of the mug, she took another mouthful of the spirit, quickly swallowing it to avoid warming it up before she took notice of the new company. Vodka drunk in this large quantity without being ice cold tended to make your stomach send it back where it came. Slowly, she turned around to avoid spinning uncontrollably from her lack of coordination at the moment and paced her way towards Joe and Mark.

"No, there's no problem. Just fell off my chair is all!" The girl flashed Mark a smile before grabbing Joe's arm to drag him a bit further away from the crowd. Satisfied with the distance, she faced up to him with a somewhat mock tone of authority. "Just 'cause I'm young, doesn't mean I can't handle myself old man."

~Leadstorm took the shots and put one of them in front of Trau. ((Equal Parts Jagermeister and Rumpleminz)) "Allright, I'll start the exchange. What mission are you on, and what is the next step in your path to accomplishing it?" He downed the brownish shot and took a pull off the bottle the bartender had brought as a chaser.~

Trau nodded. "That's a fair enough trade." He cleared his throat, and then took the shot glass. "As corny as it sounds, I came into town looking for the yellow-belly b*****d that shot my pa. Or, more precisely, who hired the Germans to shoot my parents. The first step: Find a Japanese-based Ziabatsu that has close German contacts. I have the first name...or alias...of the hired gun...he...trained me." Trau took the shot, downed it in a swig, grunted, and then grabbed the chaser. "I'll make it simple: Same question, but leave out the part about finding a netrunner; I know that." He pulled on the chaser.