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[wichita_kansas]

Who: Tara (OS19 Wichita) and OPEN. Feel free to start your own bar threads!
Where: OS19 bar, "The Osiris Oasis"
When: Today.
Warnings: None.

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~LATER AT PORT~

[stopthat_destro]

Rex was leaning over the bar, fiddling with his communicator as he nursed a drink of... Well. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but it came highly recommended by the rather distinctive indigo woman sitting beside him, easily distinguishable by the mass of thin tendrils coming out of her head.

It was quite a look. She even had small, almost imperceptible scales. Rex couldn't help but stare a little in appreciation.

No, no, stop. He was supposed to be figuring out what happened to his former-girlfriend-now-nebulous-figure-of-great-affection, whose presence was completely missing from the Network. They were supposed to have dinner, and he couldn't allow himself to get distracted by a potentially reptilian humanoid, even if she did have the cutest little fangs and he had to wonder if she was venomous

~HOKAY~

[wichita_kansas]

Tara had just finished her second job of the day and required refreshment. It wasn't that the work itself was difficult, but the waiting and tracking varied from day-to-day. She hadn't expected this much trouble from both of her potential clients.

Rushing to the bar as if her life depended on it, she made her way to the bar. Some kid was in the way of the ordering station, attention on some sort of electronic device. While generally conscientious of her ability's propensity to destroy precious hardware, she wasn't in the mood to sit at the far end of the bar and wait for a drink while this guy played MarioQuest26. Plopping down next to him, a few quick sparks turned to a jumping, blue light show that hopped between her body and his device. She ignored it, and flagged the bartender down.

"Oi, can I get some gorram service in this place?"

[stopthat_destro]

Rex flinched and dropped his communicator onto the bar when the sparks shot between the device and the woman beside him. He gave her a perplexed look, glancing between her and the communicator, then swiped it back into his hands and shoved it into his pocket.

"Think you could keep the sparks to yourself?" he asked, voice slightly snide, because he wasn't fond of being spooked and ruining his manly man facade. He picked up his drink and took a sip-- no, gulp.

[wichita_kansas]

Looking sidelong at the man, she shrugged with a slightly wicked grin. "Sorry, tiger, I got no control over the stuff. Ought to move over before it fries your little box, there. You're standin' in the prime spot to nab a drink from these busy, hard-working folks, and believe me, the traffic here's not the kind you want attention from."

Turning back to the bartender, she raised her voice even louder. "The hell I gotta do to get a drink around here? Black's gonna get a headfulla complaints about this place if you can't even get a goddamn drink on the table!"

[stopthat_destro]

Rex rolled his eyes and took another drink. "I think I can handle it, but thanks for the concern." So, so dry. It'd been a long time since Rex was free to get off the Barge act like a prick, and given everything that had happened recently, he wasn't in the mood to play polite and docile. If she had a problem with where he was standing, she could move.

At least, that was what he figured until he heard her say the name 'Black'.

"Black?" Pause. Oh please, please be an amazing coincidence; please be Sirius Black. "That name's familiar."