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[iseedaemonites]

One of the good things about the Nexus is the plentiful and free booze; the other, places that parties can go to be in general privacy, without groups of samurai, aliens, and gay clones of your worst enemies listening in

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[the_grifter_]

Cole takes a moment to case the room and look for an alternate exit, then lights up a cigarette and motions to the bartender for booze at the booth Pris picks out.

Friggin' London. Ah well, much better than Bolivia.

[col_slayton]

Marc drops into the booth with a thump.

He pastes a smirk on his face, and says, "Right, first round's on me. You two are on your own after that."

[the_grifter_]

"Now you're talkin'."

Cole drops himself into the booth as well, sliding over so that he's up against the wall part of it on the side opposite Marc.

[iseedaemonites]

Pris goes ahead and slides into the seat beside Marc, so she's looking at Cole. She waves a hand dismissively and shakes her head as if to tell Marc to keep his money.

"What do you guys want?"

[the_grifter_]

By now, Cole is working on his beer along with flipping through a food menu. His eyes are going back and forth between a picture of hot wings and a picture of nachos, punctuated with scratching his chin in thought.

He doesn't really have anything to contribute right now, meaningful or sarcastic, and he looks rather intent on finding some chow. Eating bar food for Cole would be considered 'going out to eat'. :D

[col_slayton]

((last post for me tonight. this was fun! see you next time.))

Marc grins at the shopping comment. Dancing and cars? He flips a mental coin.

"So what do you drive? I'm between rigs at the moment."

[iseedaemonites]

She finishes a drink, pausing to swallow before responding.

"911 Porsche. The payments are hell, but she's got it where it counts."

"What about you?" Grin. "No hobbies besides televised sports?"

[the_grifter_]

"Judging from his choice in costumes, you may not wanna ask him that," Cole says with a grin, still looking down at the menu. "Not to mention his thing for whips."

He puts his fingers to his lips and lets out a shrill whistle to gain the attention of the waitress, and she begins to make her way over.

"You guys hungry?"

Cole looks up at the both of them.