A Really Bad Week

[governorkang]

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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[cow_abunga]

Cowabunga took a seat, his massive girth ladning in the chair with a "Whumpf".

"Hey. Kang right?" He asked, a depressed tone to his voice. "What;ve you got to drink?"

[governorkang]

Lucky for Cowabunga, the chairs were designed to hold the weight of draconians, so he didn't have to worry about them breaking underneath of him. Kang snorted, "Same thing as usual. Ale. And you're... Cowabunga? Never thought I'd see the day a minotaur allowed himself to be called anything referring to cows."

[cow_abunga]

"Eh, it fits." He replied with a shrug. "Mind you, the undead idiot that gave it to me still got mauled by my pet lion."

[governorkang]

"I bet that was a satisfying sight," Kang snorted, grabbing Cowabunga a tankard.

[kitbashurgundam]

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.

[governorkang]

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."

[kitbashurgundam]

"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."

[governorkang]

"Alright, then," Kang shook his head, fetching Lowe a tankard of ale.

"How many were there? I was off-ship during that whole mess."

[we_deliver]

Trudy had already been in the city once, but Kang wasn't in. She'd solved that problem by hopping the bar and filling a couple of empty bottles from Hydroponics with ale. Bottles that she had emptied herself, and one of which she'd emptied again.

So when she slouched into the Drunken Dragon with her hands in the pockets of her plantsuit (with its new stripes kind of haphazardly sewn on like she'd done it in a hurry) and tossed herself onto a barstool, she already had the lazy, loose-boned sprawl that came from being nicely buzzed.

"How's it been, dragon man?" she said with a wide grin - a grin with sharp edges and a shadow at the back of it. No matter what she said to anyone else, Kawalsky had hit her hard.

[governorkang]

That particular nickname earned Trudy a look. "Don't call me a dragon, Trudy." Kang could tell she'd already had a few, and that her smile wasn't quite genuine, and he could guess why. The whole ship had been affected by the Kawalsky and Cassie thing.

[we_deliver]

"Whatever you say," she said agreeably. "I know better than to piss off my bartender. Speaking of which, think you could get me something?"

She was done being pleasantly buzzed. It was time to get thoroughly hammered.

[governorkang]

"Smart woman," Kang smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. He disappeared into the back room and returned with a tankard of ale, setting it down in front of Trudy. "Remember how we talked about you getting so drunk you confused the dragon on the roof with a real one? Tonight's probably a good night to do it."

[bonnypiperlad]

Between the situation with GLaDOS, Cassie's death and the news Rose had been hurt, you couldn't really blame Jamie for wanting a drink. Funny thing is, Jamie actually has very little interest in drinking at the moment. He's at the tavern anyway, because he knows the Draconian was on the mission Rose was on. Maybe Kang'll be willing to talk...or maybe he'll throw Jamie out on his ear, but Jamie figures the risk is worth it if there's a chance he can get a straight answer from someone.

"Kang? Do ye have a moment?"

[governorkang]

Kang leaned forward, resting his weight on his elbows, "Of course."

[bonnypiperlad]

Settling on a stool, Jamie adjusts his kilt - fiddles with it, really - while trying to decide how he wants to phrase the question. Finally he decides to just spit it out and be done with it.

"Look, ye went down on the mission with Rose and the others, aye? What happened?"

[governorkang]

"...you're probably going to want something to drink after this," Kang sighed, bringing Jamie a tankard and refilling his own. "We got bad intel. The miners hadn't all left; they'd been used by these creatures as incubators for their young, and we ran into a bunch of them. Rose - and Hiccup - got infested."

[galacticfairy]

"Something fizzy, please," she smiled, perching on a stool.

[runnerwithagun]

Ronon was having a quiet time at the bar when Sheryl had come up and ordered her drink a few seats down. Her voice and tone seemed to go against the rather sombre mood of the Drunken Dragon and it took him by surprise. Looking up from his position, he could see Sheryl smiling, almost like it was just another pleasant day for her. He didn't get it. It wasn't too long ago that she had almost lost her life.

"How are you smiling like that at this time?"

[galacticfairy]

"It's my job," she said serenely. "And I'm the best there is."

[runnerwithagun]

Huh? Thought the Satedan. He studied at Sheryl for a moment as he tried to figure out how smiling during this time would be anyone's job. He couldn't figure it out, or more like, his brain was to fried -- with thanks to his booze -- to think outside the usual types you meet on Stacy.

"Uh.. What is your job?