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« on: November 22, 2013, 06:56:54 pm » |
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Entering the western office complex, Jagar arrived at what seemed to be a pub.
Standing at the bar, which was really just a line of desks raised by packets of copy paper, he attempted to read the menu; poorly scrawled onto an array of small chalk boards hanging from the ceiling.
"I'm going to need to see some ID if you expect me to serve you," an old ghoul, working the bar, said.
Jagar looked at the ghoul in confusion, "ID?..."
The ghoul laughed as he grabbed a shot glass, "It's an old pre-war joke. Well, at least I think it was a joke, my memory's a bit foggy of back then... So, what'll it be?"
"Do you have anything to eat other than dog?" Jagar asked.
"Well I don't know, does the butcher have anything to eat other than meat?" the ghoul laughed.
The bartender, after he finished his chuckle, noticed Jagar's grimace and then the Hangdog tattoo on the back of his hand.
"Ah, you're one of those tribals," he said, "Which means you probably didn't find my joke very funny..."
Jagar kneeled down to Mezz and scratched her ears, keeping his eyes locked on the bartender.
"I think we have some of those frozen steaks in the back room..." the bartender finished, backing through a doorway behind the "counter."
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