A Dimly Lit Booth

[aryk the dark]

"working with squad 2. our mission however is classified, but if u want to hear some stories of 'valor' i can tell u one." says Vladimir

[Emily Alice Thatcher]

"oh Phenex, it's Peppers..." Emily rolls her eyes jokingly. "Nothing to read today, sir?"

She casts an eye, finally, on Vladimir.

[walking_blasphemy]

"Ah!"
Spyder stands and toasts Peppers.
"Pepps! You're alive! I had heard some disparaging rumors, glad to hear they aren't true then. Shaky Dave will be so pleased. He was positively beside himself with worry, no joke!"
he sits again, taking a draught.
"Hey, ey the gangs all here, right?"

[aryk the dark]

"may i help you ma'am?" says vladimir to emily still making sure the other two don't try something.

[Captain Spinderhawk]

"Ms. Thatcher, your friend seems somewhat...skittish. Would you care to reassure him? Nervous people often make regrettable mistakes, and we stand by proper decorum here in Howard's Tap." Captain Spinderhawk smiles politely.

[aryk the dark]

"thank you captain for being understanding. may i join you for a drink?" asks vladimir to spinderhawk in hopes to not upset him more.

[Captain Spinderhawk]

"You may. Though it looks as though the only open spot has its back to the door."

[aryk the dark]

"thats fine." says vladimir unslinging his rifle and removing his sword. he pulls out a flask and says "vodka from the mother land" takes swig and sits down in the open seat.

[Emily Alice Thatcher]

"I'll just stand, thanks," Emily says sincerely. Easier to mobilize.

"And while we're on the subject..."

She pulls out a small delicate flask and takes a sip from it. She settles in to listening politely to the turn of conversation, paying particular attention to Vlad.

[Jack Graft]

From a shadowed corner comes a raspy, sardonic reply,"I see we`re all in good humor today. Evenin` gents. Lady."