"You know that Ribesnero is quite sour, right? I'm just gonna point that out...""Yes. Can I have my drink now?" You shrug and pour him a tank full of mouth-twisting Ribesnero.
He lets you scan his credchip, again. (+40c)Today's earnings: 262c
Monthly earnings: 749c/9600cHe doesn't take a sip.
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Less than four minutes later, the main gate opens and several men in jumpsuits arrive - led by gaudily clad individual who is at least 7 feet tall.
He has spiky dark blue hair, diamon-shaped orange shades, white leather pants that are at least a size too small - or so you believe - and a flashy red leather jacket, with numerous metal pins and buttons reflecting the lights.
Leading the group to the counter, he stops momentarily, before splaying his arms upwards.
"Is that Taylor!? TAYLOR! MY MAN!!" The newcomer jumps onto the stool besides the white-haired youth, who is about half his size by comparison.
"Hello, Lucifer. Nice to see you well after all this time." The youth puts on a toothy smile that couldn't be more fake.
"Also, it's Adam for quite some time no-""Adam, Jo, Taylor, you can't expect me to keep up with your name changes! You will always be Taylor for me! Hey boys, you wanting Cherrybombs?" The men behind nodded and yelled in agreement.
"Hey, sweet bartender man, get the boys a round of Cherrybombs. Eight in total!"You prepare eight shots of Cherrybomb; surprisingly, it is Lucifer who shows his (hot pink-and-silver striped) credchip.
You scan it to take creds for the drinks. (+64c)Today's earnings: 326c
Monthly earnings: 813c/9600cPatron ID: Lucifer DiMaggio
Previous Registered Names: Luisa
Occupation: Captain of Merchantship "Vanessa", Captain of Nike-class Federal Light Cruiser "Hard Slammin" (on leave)
Conv.style: HOT-HEADED
Liked Drinks: N/A
Disliked Drinks: N/A
With the 'boys' out of the way and seated at two tables at the back, Lucifer rubs his hands. It's also when he notices that Adam is taking a sip of his drink.
"Hey, Taylor! What's this drink?" Adam, having barely wet his lips on Ribesnero, sets the tank down.
"Oh, this? One of my new favorites. An acquired taste-""Yo! Barkeep! I want what Taylor is having, alright?"A) Give a warning.
B) He wants a tank of Ribesnero, he gets a tank of Ribesnero.
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