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[first_of_steel]

Who: Roger Maxson and whoever shows up. Probably Verity Carlo, but who knows.
What: Bad, bad things happened a year ago, and right now Roger doesn't want to remember then.
Where: Some bar willing to serve human-sized patrons in zone 5.
When: Now is fine, really.
Potential Warnings: Possible spoilers for Roger's canon, possible unpleasant

Comments

would verity miss a chance to get plastered?

[wreckerverity]

Verity needed a break from mechs. She...never thought she'd say that, but, there it was. Maybe it was Beakyfais's taste in clients or something, but she wanted nothing more than to spend some time robot free. So she headed downtown, looking for a place that looked sufficiently robot free.

"Cap'n Max?" Not exactly who she was expecting to see. Especially after her last contact with him.

[first_of_steel]

It took a moment for Roger to process that the words were being directed at him. He glanced up and did his best not to wince. He hadn't really expected company.

"Verity," he said nevertheless. "Didn't expect you here."

Some people are, by nature, garrulous drunks. Roger was not one of them.

[wreckerverity]

If Cap'n Max is expecting Verity to take that as any sort of brush off, he did not know her at all. And there are no worries: She's got blab enough for the both of them.

"I know! Helluva surprise, huh?" She plopped herself down next to him, pointing at his glass. "So, what you drinking?"

[first_of_steel]

Huh boy. Well... he'll survive.

He glanced at the glass, and then a little ways down the bar. "I think," he said, "that it's beer from the bartender's native country. Can't read the label."

Small surprise. Although where this place got Thai beer from, other than TransTech runs to Thailand, would still be a mystery even if Roger could read the alphabet used.