"Sounds good. I'll just stand in the back, holding the rifle they let me in with, and not say anything unless they have a problem returning it. Then I'll mention something about not telling anyone about me going in with squad weaponry, so don't get all intimidating right off, OK?"
At the restaurant, Skexis orders the biggest steak on the menu with a side of chicken. He rotates his pointy ears to eavesdrop on the conversations of the other patrons, listening for something relevant.
(OOC: I'm assuming I got my phaser back. Also, I'm excited that my internet is back up. Yay.)
Marcus orders a meal and an Andorian Brandy. He will sit facing teh door so he can see who comes and goes. He will aslo scan the room for any familiar faces.
You all celebrate your recent reaquisition of cold hard cash at the Grey Banshee.
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Captain Jack's Klingon pals are absent today.
Skexis appears to have attracted the attention of three female felinoids at a nearby table. They glance at him occasionally and giggle. Or is it snickering?
An inebriated Tellarite [stocky, furry, pig-nosed Federation not-quite-member alien] stumbles into Marcus Kane's chair.
An attractive Cygnan [albino human-like Federation member alien with all-black eyes] has just walked in and seems to be looking for somebody.
Several off-duty Black Nebula security contractors are at the bar watching a grav-ball game. They are really loud and boistrous.
The place is pretty busy.
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