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[alphawho]

Who: Church and everyone. Everyone else.
What: Drinks! Chats? Shenanigans. Tipping your bartender.
Where: Eagle & Asp
When: whenever you want it baby 5/21 through the evening
Warnings: surely I don't have to warn everyone about their language right

Church is a regular here. Not as a patron, hell no, but as a bartender. Usually, in fact almost always, in blue (especially his helmet), declaring his side the 'eagle' side. It's a themeing thing, okay? Don't question the theme.

And he really wishes the mercs would find other bars to hang out in, planning their whatevers and darkening doorsteps, but what's he gonna do, call security? So long as he gets paid, then whatever.

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[grifshot]

Grif sits on the red side, watching the bar.

It's something he does more out of habit than anything else. Anything to get Sarge off his back really. It's kind of lame right now, since it's just him and not the rest of the Reds. They'd probably be along soon enough.

For now, he sits back in his regular chair and gives the barman a wave. Time for a drink or ten.

[alphawho]

Fucking Reds. Loud and noisy dumbasses. Why's he gotta see them here, too? Oh, right, because blue and red. Stupid fucking theme. (At least this one's okay. Him and his stupid scrap.)

"Get kicked out of the house or something, or did you ditch them?"

[grifshot]

"Ditched 'em, had better places to be than listening to Simmons lecture about cleaning again," Grif replies. "Although I thought I'd come here first."

He's sure the other Reds will be along at some point.

[alphawho]

"And then ditch them again if you see more Reds coming?"

[grifshot]

"Depends. They weren't the best mood when I left," Grif said with a shrug, not including the fact that he was probably the cause of that mood.

"But enough about me. You gonna get me a drink or what?"