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"My apologies, sir," said Ewan to the cobra "But after I told you what we carried here, you never ordered anything specific. I'd be happy to prepare you anything you like."
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"A whiskey man, eh. I have a treat for you. A special bottle from my family's own distillery." Ewan pulled a bottle marked "Ballantine's 50 Year" from the shelf. He then glanced around the shelves. Something sweet, something sweet. He decided to offer a family favorite. He pulled some Green Creme du Menthe and a bottle of vanilla liquer from the wall as well. He mixed equal parts of the three into a glass filled with hard ice and slid it forward. "Try that, mate, it's called Everyone's Irish."
((That drink will be sharp, slightly minty, but pleasantly sweet, Henk. Creme du Menthe is a mint liquer))
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Feingo took another shot, still waiting for that all too familiar fire of his memories beginning to burn behind the alcohol. Same cycle all over again. Sometimes, he found himself wondering how long he'd be like this, but that question was always pushed to one side by another drink.
He chuckled at his friends statement. At least there was one person who could bring back down to earth. "Brother, you wouldn't be a friend, you'd be target practice." He laughed as he took yet another shot, then remembered something rather important. Reaching to his side, he uncased the long-barreled revolver he had always carried and placed it on the bar in front of Ewan. "Hope ya don't mind friend, but I've heard stories of what happens when I've had a good few. Wouldn't want your new joint to be displaying bullet holes this early in the game."
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Crimson started to laugh at Feingo as he pulled out his revolver. "Don't worry I'll keep an eye on him." He said turning to the bartender.
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Ewan grinned as Feingo as the wolf put his revolver on the bar. "Like I said to Henk earlier, I don't mind weapons as long as they stay civil. But, if it makes you more comfortable, perhaps you can trust your friend with it. In the meantime, lads, is that rum still treating you alright?"
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"Aye its good stuff but I could so for something filling. I don't suppose you got Guinness around here?" The Bat asked with a friendly smile. He then took the revolver from the bar and placed it next to him. Playfully nudging Feingo in the arm. "Oi cheer up boyo no one likes a wet dog. Ruins the apatite." Crimson said poking fun at Feingo to lighten his mood.
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"I've got stouts of all kinds, my friend. Guiness it is."
Ewan reached up and grabbed a crystal pint glass before turning to the pyramid of kegs behind him. He found the one labelled "Guiness" and slowly poured a glass, stopping as the head rode just proud of the rim. Ewan then set it front of Crimson. "Enjoy."
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"Absolutely, Henk, just a moment," said Ewan.
Ewan reached under the bar and came back up with a small dish of mixed nuts. Next, he reached behind him to the spirits and pulled over a bottle of cinnamon and whiskey shooter. He poured a double shot into a glass and slid it forward. Ewan then set the bottle on the bar. "If that burns the way you're looking for, please help yourself to however much you want."
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(My apologies for the delay. Busy duty period)
"She's treatin' me quite well, I must say." Feingo said with a chuckle in response to Ewan's wuestioning the quality of the rum. Looking closer, he realized that the bottle itself looked strangely familiar. Perhapse something from the shop? Or maybe something he'd downed in the past. He couldn't remember. He took another swigg before continuing with another laugh. "So well, in fact, that I'd say you can have your Guinness O'toole, along with my gun, and I'll just bring this little gem over my way." As he spoke, he slyly slid the bottle away from Crimson, over untill it was in front of him, and topping off his glass.
That's when the question came to him from the fellow down the bar. He turned scarred face to the snake, who seemed to be armed with two, if not more blades. Part of him wondered why, but then again, he often would wear his cavelry sabre just for looks. Who as he to judge. Stolen military secrets? Heh, that was a laugh. And it almost made him laugh. But out of respect, he allowed nothing more than a small chortle to escape his muzzle. "Brother, I'm afraid you must have mistaken me for somone else. The army doesn't want me back..." That was a lie, but he wasn't about to get into that conversation. "... the only people that want me are a bunch of pencil-pushin' pricks lookin' to score an interview with the last survivor of a war that should've never happened." And there was the feeling again. The prick of the screams starting to flare. Quickly, he downed what was in his glass. Time to shut them up before they started calling.
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"I will admit, Feingo, that sounds fairly distressing. I imagine having some tactless dirthounds dredging up crap like that can't be nice. Sorry for that."
After seeing Henk's reaction to the liquor Ewan laughed a bit. "Sorry, mate, but you asked for something that burned. If you want something a little softer, let me know."
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It's getting hot in this trench coat i think i'll go hang it up for now As the red fox gets up from his seat he takes off his coat and hangs it up on the coat rack, as he was walking back to his seat the coat rack falls over hitting the floor with a loud crash. Damnit! I forgot that my gun was in there.
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Ewan grinned at Henk before sliding a very large crystal glass across the bar for him. "That's as big as they'll get, mate. Drink up." Ewan laughed heartily.
He then watched the red fox removed his heavy coat and placed it on the rack and watching as the rack spilled onto the floor. Luckily enough, noone else had yet hung up their coats or jackets.
"No worries, my friend. Just set it up right else I'll poison your next drink," Ewan joked with a warm smile. "Tell me, mate, you've been quite quiet. What brings you in here today, asides from the draw of my magical scotch selection." Ewan laughed a bit again. "My name is Ewan Bushmill, it's a pleasure, Mister...?"
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Feingo suddenly fell completely, drink in hand pausing halfway to his mouth as the snakes words hit his ears. The smile that had so recently been decorating his muzzle dissapeared, and a darkness filled his golden eyes the likes of which only Crimson had ever seen before.
And not on good terms.
"Y'know O'toole, either my ears are already starting to give out with my age..." His eyes stayed locked straight ahead, an anger flushing over him that had only spelled disaster in the past, triggered by memories of dark times, causing his voice to become nearly demonic. "... Or i'm gonna be needin' my gun back."
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"Ah shit, don't go doing anything you might regret mate." Crimson Said standing up fast enough to knock over his bar stool. "Look Mate I'm sure that's not what he meant." He said trying to block Feingo from Henk. trying to calm him friend down. "Plus I'm sure our new bartender would like no brawling in here." He laughed to try to lighten the mood.
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"Not unless one punch can seal the deal, else I won't have a brawl breaking anything," said Ewan semi-kiddingly, also trying to lighten things up.
"But yes, Henk, as a soldier yourself, please mind your tongue when it comes to such issues."
Ewan patted his back pocket, re-assuring himself that his brass knuckles were still there. These lads were both quite big and, while no slouch himself, he would very much prefer to avoid a conflict.
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| As the fox walked over to the coat rack he picked it up and stood it upright again, then pulling out his heavy 44. colt custom out of his coat and placing it in the holster on his side. "Sorry about that, said the fox in a deep voice." "The name is Aiden o'connor, anwsred the fox." |
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"Right, gents, this is a warning, fair and simple," said Ewan. He planted a fist on the bar, very audibly knocking the knuckleduster on the wooden surface. "I maintain that the Glass is a place for relaxation and good times, not for brawling about. Let's have a drink, get Henk to apologize for his comment, and move on, shall we?"
Ewan's golden eyes flickered back and forth between the two while trying to catch Crimson's eye, silently trying to request if he knew how bad things would get if Feingo and Henk sparked up.
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Crimons cought Ewan's eye and shook his head indicating that if thing got out of hand then things were gonna get really bad. Crimson was more worried about Feingo than Henk. Henk was just drunk but Crimson knew about Feingo and knew what might happen. "Maybe its time we called it a night eh Feingo? Sleep off that poison." Crimson said still standing between the both of them.
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Upon the snakes initial move to get up, Feingo, with incredable speed, had managed to reach over behind Crimsons back and draw his own weapon, the long barreled .45 locked dead between the snakes eyes, seeming to glare at the enemy just as much as the madd wolf whom weilded it, eyes now locked on the cobra, his own razorlike wolven teeth glaring out from his muzzle, daring the snake to make a move. And the worst part was, Feingo wasn't even drunk. It was merely how he was, violence and anger triggered so easily by events past.
But then came Ewans stern intervention, and while Feingo kept his nerves up, the revolver slowly lowered until it was once again at his side, yet finger still on the trigger until the cobra lowered his own defenses, appologized, and sat down. Feingo merely huffed agitated, but soon took heed to his friends words and calmed himself down, sitting silently back in his seat and sliding his revolver back towards Crimson. "You aint finished drinkin' yet O'Toole.." He finally spoke, sarcastic yet still annoyed. ".. Sit down and finish what ya got."
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Crimson did what his friend told him and sat back down. He took the revolver again but this time he dumped this ammo on the bar. Making a clinking sound as the rounds hit the hard wood. Crimson scooped up the rounds and shoved them in his pocket. "I've should have done this in the first place." He said jokingly. "Some days mate I wonder what you'd do without me." He said and gave the wolf a playful punch on the shoulder.
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Ewan relaxed a bit after seeing everyone return to their seats. He let out a sigh and returned the brass knuckles to his back pocket. Then, a grin broke out on his face. Reminds me of home, a bit he thought to himself. I suppose I never did get home without seeing a poor fool or two go through a window.
He clapped Feingo on the hand and gave him a smile. A silent reminder that in a place like this there were no worries, it was a place to relax.
He was about to turn to Henk and give him a warning about controlling his tongue in a place of alcohol, but he saw Henk drooling over Aiden and couldn't help but laugh.
"Pardon that, mate. Henk is the kind of guy who fascinates very much over the thrills that the body can provide. He's more or less harmless though."
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Pushing the cobra away "I don't swing that way"
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