Christina sighed and was cleaning a cup with a rag as she waited for more customers to arrive and spend their bottle caps. She was also wondering where her employer was since service was slow at the moment. She wasn't sure if it would pick up or not but she wasn't complaining "I got to buy more ammo and find a pair of brass knuckles..." She thought as she placed the now clean cup down.
A creak of the door. A shadow spills onto the floor. The outline silhouette of a figure makes an appearance. Once the doors closed, the appearance of a dusty, old man makes himself more visible. He stands there , eyes scanning around his surroundings---empty. Save of course the young lady.
"Blarghlarghlargh." The old man shakes himself up like a dog would when it got drenched; a pile of sand left on the floor. Well, now he was just an old man. He eyes again the young lady and notices her feature--long, black hair, light dark skin, probably African-American, or probably Mexican, wearing a jacket and a light dress. Given the pocket sizes of the jacket, she probably has at least a pistol and pocket knife at best on her person. Face is the least of his concern, unless she's worth remembering. However, one thing he knew about women, they had more places to hide than men do.
At any rate, Con isn't looking for trouble, just a place to sit down for now but more importantly some information. He's a newcomer to this town and he knows that, best to be polite, it could actually mean a difference for you to be alive in the next two hours now that everyone is armed like a killer.
"Excuse me miss, you the bar owner of this joint?" he asks as he walks over to the nearest seat.
Inventory
Health-500 Number of Bottle Caps: 65 Weapons and Amount of Ammo: ✖M1911 pistol (14 rounds) ✖Crowbar ✖Pocket knife Food/Water: ✖1 500ml of water in plastic bottle ✖6 Crackers ✖4 Strips of cat jerky Medical: ✖1 Ointment (25 HP) ✖1 Strip of Tylenol (50 HP) ✖ Other Items: ✖1 box of matches, 6 sticks left ✖1 cigarette lighter ✖4 napkins ✖2 silver spoons ✖1 100m steel wire ✖1 bag of cottonballs, 8 balls inside. ✖1 small canister of cat oil ✖1 syringe (intact still plastic wrapped)
Christie was cleaning the bar when an old man entered. He was white with a white beard and gray hair under a hat. She watched him as he entered and took a seat with bored dark brown eyes. The Hispanic girl placed her rag down on the bar as the man asked his question and shook her head, "No I work here, what drink do you want?" business was starting slow today but she knew that it would either pick up or just stay at this rate.
Inventory
Health-500 Number of Bottle Caps: 91 Weapons and Amount of Ammo: ✖ 9mm pistol with 5x bullets ✖ small pocket knife Food/Water: ✖ 1x bottle of water ✖ 1x small can of food Medical: ✖ 4 Ointments Other Items: ✖ pair of sunglasses that she got from her mother before they seperated ✖ black shoulder bag that she keeps all her stuff in
"Depends, what you got in stock, and how much?" he replies as he took the bag off his shoulder and nestled it on the nearby empty seat in front of him. "If you're lucky, I might offer ya a trade later."
Well, a worker isn't much but she'll do. If she was the owner he might offer also his other services but given how empty this place is, he can only imagine what business is like, or even how bored this girl is. No dirty thoughts mind you, he's too old for that kinky stuff. He might even be the first customer.
Maybe he can offer some other bargain in exchange for some information. He starts to pull his beard. As he leaned his head up to do this, glint in his eyes becomes visible as his gaze looks directly into the waitress' face.
Inventory
Health-500 Number of Bottle Caps: 65 Weapons and Amount of Ammo: ✖M1911 pistol (14 rounds) ✖Crowbar ✖Pocket knife Food/Water: ✖1 500ml of water in plastic bottle ✖6 Crackers ✖4 Strips of cat jerky Medical: ✖1 Ointment (25 HP) ✖1 Strip of Tylenol (50 HP) ✖ Other Items: ✖1 box of matches, 6 sticks left ✖1 cigarette lighter ✖4 napkins ✖2 silver spoons ✖1 100m steel wire ✖1 bag of cottonballs, 8 balls inside. ✖1 small canister of cat oil ✖1 syringe (intact still plastic wrapped)
"Beer, water, or other kinds of alcohol. We only serve food on Sunday Tuesday and on Thursdays. Drinks are around 5 bottle caps and food is 10 bottle caps" Christie explained "We also don't do much trading here since we don't usually need it." The Hispanic girl said not very interested in trading as she looked at him with bored dark brown eyes as she moved her hair out of her view.
Inventory
Health-500 Number of Bottle Caps: 91 Weapons and Amount of Ammo: ✖ 9mm pistol with 5x bullets ✖ small pocket knife Food/Water: ✖ 1x bottle of water ✖ 1x small can of food Medical: ✖ 4 Ointments Other Items: ✖ pair of sunglasses that she got from her mother before they seperated ✖ black shoulder bag that she keeps all her stuff in ✖ Keys to the bar
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Steve Dawson walked up to the doors that led into the bar. He grabbed the handle and let out a small sigh before pushing the doors open. He glanced around, and thankfully there weren't many people inside. He was expecting to see his friends, but apparently they weren't in the drinking mood. Either that or they were busy. Shrugging it off for the time being, Steve walked over to a vacant table and sat down just to rest his legs for a moment since he really had nowhere else to go or anything else to do at the moment.
Inventory
Health-500 Number of Bottle Caps: 90 Weapons and Amount of Ammo: ✖ Small pocket knife ✖ ✖ Food/Water: ✖ 4x Water bottles ✖ 2x Small can food ✖ Medical: ✖ 1x Ointment(25hp) ✖ ✖ Other Items: ✖ Old watch ✖ ✖
Christie was waiting for the man to make his dission when another customer entered and took a seat at a table. The eighteen year old sighed as she picked up a notepad and pencil "Be right back sir." She said as she made her way to the man. "What would you like to drink? We have Whiskey, Gin, Vodka, Brandy, Beer, Bitter, Ale, Stout, Ginger, Lager, Cider, Rum, Sherry, Port, Cream Liqueur, Tequila, Sambuca, Wine White or Red. A shot is 3 bottle caps, a glass is 4 bottle caps, and a pint is 5 bottle caps." Christina said waiting patiently for him to think of what to drink while toying with her pencil slightly. "I wonder how Carmen is doing." She thought while twirling her pencil between her fingers.
Inventory
Health-500 Number of Bottle Caps: 91 Weapons and Amount of Ammo: ✖ 9mm pistol with 5x bullets ✖ small pocket knife Food/Water: ✖ 1x bottle of water ✖ 1x small can of food Medical: ✖ 4 Ointments Other Items: ✖ pair of sunglasses that she got from her mother before they seperated ✖ black shoulder bag that she keeps all her stuff in ✖ Keys to the bar
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When the waitress walked up to him and began to list all the drinks they had, Steve didn't even look at her. He just continued to stare off into space until he snapped back into reality after noticing the pencil with his peripheral vision. He then glanced at her with lazy eyes. "Huh? You say something?" He responded, letting out a small sigh. "I don't want anything if that's why you're here. I'm just sitting." He stated, turning his gaze away from her and back onto the wall, glancing at all the things on the wall, waiting for her to leave.
Inventory
Health-500 Number of Bottle Caps: 90 Weapons and Amount of Ammo: ✖ Small pocket knife ✖ ✖ Food/Water: ✖ 4x Water bottles ✖ 2x Small can food ✖ Medical: ✖ 1x Ointment(25hp) ✖ ✖ Other Items: ✖ Old watch ✖ ✖
Christie narrowed her bored dark brown eyes at him when he wasn't listening annoyed since she didn't want to bother repeating herself to someone who wasn't going to bother to listen and sighed rubbing her temple wither her left hand holding the notepad. "Fine if you do want a drink just come to the bar." She said before walking back behind the bar and placing the pencil and notepad down and looked at the old man crossing her arms. "Do you know what you want or do you want me to go over all the alcohols we have?" Chrstie asked arms crossed waiting for a reply.
Inventory
Health-500 Number of Bottle Caps: 91 Weapons and Amount of Ammo: ✖ 9mm pistol with 5x bullets ✖ small pocket knife Food/Water: ✖ 1x bottle of water ✖ 1x small can of food Medical: ✖ 4 Ointments Other Items: ✖ pair of sunglasses that she got from her mother before they separated ✖ black shoulder bag that she keeps all her stuff in ✖ Keys to the bar
Con was mulling over what the choices were. Initially, he thought about having some beer but was interrupted by the sound of a door opening. He briefly looked back a glance to see a man with black hair. He's sharp by the looks of it, before resuming his own attention.
"Be right back sir." said the waitress, to which he kindly replies a nod and small smile.
While they were talking, he relaxed a bit, just getting a seat was what all he needed while his soles were barking. Con unties one of his shoes, pulling it off his foot and shaking off the dust gathered in it. He shakes his head before putting it back on then working the same on the other. Dust and sand could get into so many places you wouldn't believe.
He could overhear the mention of the selection from behind him before the waitress gave up on the later and walked back to the bar. Given the irritation of the waitress, business at the bar ain't that good so far, at least today or maybe the waitress was just in a bad mood?
"Do you know what you want or do you want me to go over all the alcohols we have?"
"Oh, I'll just have shot of Rum," he answers. For a bar in the wasteland, they are pretty well-stocked than other towns he'd been to. Maybe this town is worth his stay for awhile.
Inventory
Health-500 Number of Bottle Caps: 65 Weapons and Amount of Ammo: ✖M1911 pistol (14 rounds) ✖Crowbar ✖Pocket knife Food/Water: ✖1 500ml of water in plastic bottle ✖6 Crackers ✖4 Strips of cat jerky Medical: ✖1 Ointment (25 HP) ✖1 Strip of Tylenol (50 HP) ✖ Other Items: ✖1 box of matches, 6 sticks left ✖1 cigarette lighter ✖4 napkins ✖2 silver spoons ✖1 100m steel wire ✖1 bag of cottonballs, 8 balls inside. ✖1 small canister of cat oil ✖1 syringe (intact still plastic wrapped)
After leaving the Trading Co, with Rabid, she link arms with her walking across the street and opened the door to the bar. Smiling as she entered, the bar was lit up, noticing Christie first. "Hey Christie... Any problems tonight~?" As she walked closer into the bar, and moving her arm and walking away from Rabid. She smiled and nodded as she noticed two men in the bar, Con and Steve. Before walking over to the bar itself, walking behind it. Noticing Christie was her usual self. She looked back to Rabid, then to the two guys."So what's everyone's poison~?..."She said out loud, noticing there weren't many drinking. She turned to lift a glass up, and pour a small glass of whiskey. Turning around and walking behind the bar to where Rabid was the other side. Handing her the glass. Before looking back to everyone else in the room. Waiting for Christie. Expecting there might be something wrong.
Rabid somewhat leaned on Roxy as the headed to the bar, the alcohol already affecting her small body. She giggled as they entered, waving to Christie. After Roxy made her way behind the bar, she sat down on one of the stools in front of it, gladly accepting the alcohol. "Thank you darling," she chuckled, taking a sip from the glass. "You know me so well." She spun around in her seat, looking around the bar to see who else was in there. She didn't recognize the older man, but there was one person she knew most of her life. Getting up from her chair, she walked over to Steven, giving him a warm smile. "Well hello there, handsome. Want a drink?" she flirted, setting the glass down in front of him. She took the seat about half a foot away from him, leaning her elbow on the table. "So what are you doing here all by yourself?"
The hard times that you go through build character, making you a much stronger person.
Inventory
Health-500 Number of Bottle Caps: Weapons and Amount of Ammo: ✖ Small Knife ✖Six Round SingleAction Revolver ✖ x20 Bullets Food/Water: ✖ 2 Bottles Water ✖ 1 Small Can Food ✖ Medical: ✖ x2 Ointment ✖ x1 Tylenol ✖ Other Items: ✖ Aviators ✖ ✖
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Steve Dawson
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The bar was somewhat quiet, and somewhat boring tonight. Steve let out a small yawn and glanced back at the waitress who had already walked off and back to the older man. "Seems like nothing is happening tonight..." He thought to himself, contemplating whether to leave or not. But before he could fully make a decision, he heard the doors open and in came Roxy and Rabid. He watched as they both walked over to the bar and how Roxy poured Rabid a small glass of whiskey. He couldn't help but to gaze over at Rabid herself though. She was a pretty attractive girl and he'd known her for the majority of his life. He then noticed how Rabid got up and began to walk over to him. He leaned back in his chair some, folding his arms and moving them off the table. He then smiled when she made her comment. "I wouldn't mind a drink." He responded, knowing that it was the drink itself speaking for her and not really Rabid. He then reached over and picked up the glass, drinking whatever was left in the small cup as she sat down near him. He then placed the now empty cup on the table and looked at her, already feeling the affects of the alcohol beverage. "I had nothing else to do.." He responded, trying to get a good look at her but having issues thanks to the drink. "And what brings you here?" He asked, leaning closer to her.
Inventory
Health-500 Number of Bottle Caps: 90 Weapons and Amount of Ammo: ✖ Small pocket knife ✖ ✖ Food/Water: ✖ 4x Water bottles ✖ 2x Small can food ✖ Medical: ✖ 1x Ointment(25hp) ✖ ✖ Other Items: ✖ Old watch ✖ ✖
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