There was something different about the tavern. Typically, the mood in it was cheerful, almost homey; for the past few days, however, it had been... solemn
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Lowe was certainly not in one of his more chipper moods. He was still affected by what happened and it was pushing him even more to make sure it didn't happen again. He may not have been there when the bomb went off, but it still affected him none the less.
Usually, he wasn't one to go get himself plastered like this, but right now, he just needed to get his mind off of everything. He suddenly missed being just a junker.
"...'fternoon..." Lowe mumbled, staggering to his seat. He hasn't gotten much sleep either.
Kang understood completely. Lowe wasn't the only one that had come into the tavern to try and get his mind off of things lately, and he certainly wasn't going to be the last that day. "You look like you're about to pass out right here. Fair warning, I'm not carrying you back to your room."
"I'll be fine." Lowe said, noting Kang's concern but dismissing it at the moment. "I just need something to get my mind off of everything." He let out a sigh. "A-Anything'll be fine, really"
He rubbed his face slightly. "Got the bomb that was in the bridge. I've been busy doing everything I can to study it. I don't want what happened to happen again."
"Eight of them, if I remember correctly." Lowe said, getting himself to relax in his seat. "A lot of them in the Pod Caverns. If I didn't know better, I'd say that he was really willing to take out all those pods if we hadn't gotten to them."
He let out a breath as he sat back. "...jeez, every time you think something would run smooth, something like this happens. I wonder if it would help putting in a bomb squad here...?" That last thought was more of a random thought than anything.
Kang growled at the thought of any more of the pods being destroyed, "He's damn lucky that didn't happen. I would have killed the bastard myself, and I wouldn't have made it quick. I just wish Charles hadn't died with him."
Usually, he wasn't one to go get himself plastered like this, but right now, he just needed to get his mind off of everything. He suddenly missed being just a junker.
"...'fternoon..." Lowe mumbled, staggering to his seat. He hasn't gotten much sleep either.
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He rubbed his face slightly. "Got the bomb that was in the bridge. I've been busy doing everything I can to study it. I don't want what happened to happen again."
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"How many were there? I was off-ship during that whole mess."
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He let out a breath as he sat back. "...jeez, every time you think something would run smooth, something like this happens. I wonder if it would help putting in a bomb squad here...?" That last thought was more of a random thought than anything.
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He snorted, "Wouldn't hurt."
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