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Smackrazor
Guest
[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON May-12-00 AT 03:19AM (GMT)[p]*A middle aged man who is completely bald walks in. He adjusts the goggles on his face to compensate for the darker atmosphere in the building. Slowly, he trundles over to the bar, sweeping the dirt-ridden floor with his long trenchcoat.*
Smackrazor: Barkeep, a drink.
Barkeeper: You new in town eh? Well, wos yer poison *he coughs violently and then spits a yellow mass of flem onto the floor.*
Smackrazor: *He looks slightly disgusted* Uh, I'll have a glass of Roentgen Rum.
*Someone next to him snickers behind his bottle of booze.*
Barkeeper: Heh! You sure are new here. I ain't got any glasses. I ken give you a leftover bottle for half price I guess.
*Smackrazor gestures at the barkeep to forget it then turns around and basks in the drunken yet depressing laughter of a couple of inexperienced men listening to the old barflies' stories.*
Smackrazor: Barkeep, a drink.
Barkeeper: You new in town eh? Well, wos yer poison *he coughs violently and then spits a yellow mass of flem onto the floor.*
Smackrazor: *He looks slightly disgusted* Uh, I'll have a glass of Roentgen Rum.
*Someone next to him snickers behind his bottle of booze.*
Barkeeper: Heh! You sure are new here. I ain't got any glasses. I ken give you a leftover bottle for half price I guess.
*Smackrazor gestures at the barkeep to forget it then turns around and basks in the drunken yet depressing laughter of a couple of inexperienced men listening to the old barflies' stories.*