One ✗ Action at Olney's Tavern, then at 5725 Cunningham Lane.

[drunkenburst]

[1: Early afternoon, Olney's Tavern.]

[Less than five minutes after waking up, Zegram could tell this was the sort of day he'd need a large amount of alcohol to get through. Really, the same could be same for just about any day ending in 'y', but he'd decided to get an early start today. That plan fell through the moment he realized the jug he

Comments

1. Obviously.

[captainbrowning]

[Haken Browning would be sitting on a stool near Zegram. It wasn't his shift, so he was sitting in a relaxed way, listening for information an generally looking as if he belonged in a place like this. This saloon really was the cowboy's sort of place, after all. He had a glass of whiskey in hand and sipped at it. He wasn't intending on getting smashed; he wasn't sure he wanted to put his not!wife through that.]

I wouldn't be so reckless about what you choose to drink here, cowpoke. There's a mighty fine selection of booze, but take it from me; some of it is only fit for the drones.

[drunkenburst]

[Zegram snorted in response, looking over his shoulder at the man who had offered advice uninvited.] Because of the taste or the strength? Tch. Don't give a damn what it tastes like at this point, not lookin' to be terribly picky. I need to not see straight in a hurry. Harder than you'd think it'd be with only one eye.

[captainbrowning]

That stuff is just putrid all 'round, cowpoke.

[He sipped his whiskey glass.]

I suppose if you just want to get smashed, it don't really matter. I just reckon, if droned people here only seem to drink it, maybe there's something suspicious to it.

[drunkenburst]

Yeah? [Zegram looked dubiously at his glass, straightening up as he wrinkled his nose to study it.] Y'think it's poisoned or something? Shit.

[captainbrowning]

Nah, that glass is fine. Just warning you in the future. Not every 'keep working here is 'normal' by any standards. You never know too, I could be wrong. I just choose to not find out, pardner.

[drunkenburst]

I'm guessin' takin' drinks from the barkeeps who talk like droids is a bad idea. Never did trust robots much, anyway. Nothin' can replace a livin' brain.