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One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Fermented Horsemilk (Shore Leave) [VERY OPEN]
Just off the bazaar was a large cantina, built to keep out the heat from outside. The bar circled all the way around the oblong building and in the center of the room a group of musicians played fast-paced music with a heavy beat. XaXingian dancers wearing colorful veils whirled like the metaphorical dervish, swaying and moving to the beat.
Chris was starting to feel like he was in the middle of an old movie. Though the place had a good brew that they served up when he asked for a beer, so he was happy. He wasn't positive it was beer, since when he asked for clarification Stacy's translation engines turned the bartender's explanation into something about curtains, but it tasted good enough and he'd already had two and he wasn't lying dead on the ground yet. All in all, not bad.
And god, was it nice to get off of that ship for a while. He may have been an old Air Force man, but Chris liked flying in things that had an atmosphere around them.
It was hot as hell and brought back memories of Africa, but somehow XaXing seemed cooler than the inside of the ship. Not to mention a chance to buy some supplies, his first since the day he woke up out of the pods. And that meant clothes, and supplies for his gun, a couple new knives (including a beautiful machete), a few bags of candy, fresh fruit, and cigarettes.
He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Ah... thank god for shore leave.
[OOC: Feel free to set your own threads in this bar if you'd like! The bar serves a wide variety of drinks, some familiar, some alien, some kind of upsetting, and also does alien bar food of the same varieties. You could dance, too, if you like kind of Bollywood-style music and alien bellydancers. Just make it obvious if your character is talking to Chris or not so I'll know if I should respond. Have fun!]
Chris was starting to feel like he was in the middle of an old movie. Though the place had a good brew that they served up when he asked for a beer, so he was happy. He wasn't positive it was beer, since when he asked for clarification Stacy's translation engines turned the bartender's explanation into something about curtains, but it tasted good enough and he'd already had two and he wasn't lying dead on the ground yet. All in all, not bad.
And god, was it nice to get off of that ship for a while. He may have been an old Air Force man, but Chris liked flying in things that had an atmosphere around them.
It was hot as hell and brought back memories of Africa, but somehow XaXing seemed cooler than the inside of the ship. Not to mention a chance to buy some supplies, his first since the day he woke up out of the pods. And that meant clothes, and supplies for his gun, a couple new knives (including a beautiful machete), a few bags of candy, fresh fruit, and cigarettes.
He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Ah... thank god for shore leave.
[OOC: Feel free to set your own threads in this bar if you'd like! The bar serves a wide variety of drinks, some familiar, some alien, some kind of upsetting, and also does alien bar food of the same varieties. You could dance, too, if you like kind of Bollywood-style music and alien bellydancers. Just make it obvious if your character is talking to Chris or not so I'll know if I should respond. Have fun!]