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[Haspen]

You check the automated playlists for something Samel might like.

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Unfortunately, it seems there's nothing orchestral available.

"Unfortunately, it seems there's nothing orchestral available. Apologies." Samel waves his free hand at you dismissively.

"Pah, same as the other stations." He then takes a sip while Gering drinks the remainder of his Cherrybomb and leans a bit forward.

"Pardon for asking but can I trouble ya for refill?" He pushes the shot glass towards you and you refill it. Captain Ohagan harrumphs, he and Gering exchanging stares.

"Much obliged." He says and fishes out a small black credchip. You quickly scan it. (+10c)

Today Earnings: 162c
Monthly Earnings: 4038.5c

Patron ID: Gering Teyer
Occupation: Zero-G Miner
Conv.Style: AMENABLE
Liked drinks: sour, sweet
Disliked drinks: fiery

"Are you an android?" Natasha asks, bridging her fingers underneath her chin. "I've noticed your motions seem a bit... stiff."

A) "Yes. Beep, boop."
B) "No."
C) "I was a Drone."

[Maximum Spin]

B

[crazyabe]

A.

[Egan_BW]

A

[Criptfeind]

C

[Dustan Hache]

B. transition to C if they inquire more.

[King Zultan]

B

[Superdorf]

C

[Haspen]

aa
bbb
c


"No."

"Well, huh, okay." Natasha grimaces for some reason, before returning to her drink.

Captain Ohagan puts down his glass, empty, sans the barely melted ice bits. He then takes out a datapad from his suit and looks at it.

"Alright. We've got like thirty minutes before we oughta leave. Ye all behave, I'm going back to the ship. And don't be late!" Samel Ohagan leaves his crew behind. The trio at the bar watch his back all the way until the gate closes after him.

"Don't be late, boo-hooh. What you gonna do old man, leave us behind?" Natasha grumbles into her drink while Gering chuckles.

"It's not like he cannot pilot the ship on his own." The woman looks at Gering with a grin.

"Yeah, but he can't mine asteroids on his own in the same time." The two clink their glasses, looking smug, while Corwyll looks, well, rather dejected and deep in thought.

CHOOSE YOUR CONVERSATION MODE!

A) "I take it he isn't a very good boss?"
B) To Corwyll: CHATTY: "Hey, if you need a drink or someone to hear you out, a random bartender like me can help you out with both of these."
C) To Corwyll: FLIRTY: "Aw, that depressed scowl does not suit your cute face. Come on, muster a little smile, just for me~?"
D) To Natasha: CHATTY: "And by the way, I'm not an android, but I was a drone before the new Federation came along."

[King Zultan]

D

[Haspen]

CHATTY: "And by the way, I'm not an android, but I was a drone before the new Federation came along."

"Oooh, so that's why." Natasha sips her drink, then puts the glass down. "So how's that working out for you? I mean, freedom."

"Can't complain in any major way."

"Really?"

"Really. Although before I took this job I went on hungry and aimless, I had freedom and it is something I will cherish forever and no input or circumstance can change it."

"Man, that sounded hella optimistic. Almost I was convinced..." With a chuckle, she drains the remainder of her drink with one big sip and puts the glass down.

"Hey barkeep, pour a shot of something fruity for Corwyll." The woman points at Corwyll. "I will pay." The sulking crewman turns to look at Natasha.

"I don't want it. And I have my own credchip."

"But you need a drink, if only to unwind." Corwyll rolls his eyes in annoyance, but doesn't respond verbally.

Something fruity, hm?

A) Pour Corwyll a shot of...
*A) Skinjuice
*B) Grenadiere
*C) Hellesponte
*D) Ambrosia
*E) Grapevine
*F) Buenberry
*G) Pneumo
*H) Tropico
*I) Meganekko
B) "If he doesn't want a drink, he won't get any."

[Criptfeind]

Lets give him

B

Because skinjuice sounds gross.

[King Zultan]

Tropico sounds fruity so let's go with that AH

[crazyabe]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[Haspen]

You pour Corwyll a shot of Tropico, and pass the glass to him. He looks at the drink unsuredly while Natasha fishes out her credchip, letting you scan it. (+60c)

Today Earnings: 222c
Monthly Earnings: 4098.5c

Patron ID: Natasha Yis
Occupation: Chief Engineer of "Dominion", Hornburg-class Asteroid Mining Vessel
Conv.Style: CHATTY
Liked drinks: Asteroids, fiery
Disliked drinks: n/a

"Oh man, lookit, such pricey synthol cannot go to waste." Natasha says with a grin. Corwyll looks at her, then grabs the shot and downs the synthol in one go.

"There, done it." He pushes the empty glass towards the woman. "Happy now?"

"Oh, come on, I would be happier if you weren't salty all the time. There's plenty of fish in the ocean, Corwyll." Corwyll grumbles and shrugs, while Gering drinks his shot and pushes the empty glass towards you.

A) "Is Samel a bad boss or something?"
B) "So what's the story here?"
C) To Corwyll: CHATTY: "Hey, if you need a drink or someone to hear you out, a random bartender like me can help you out with both of these."
D) To Corwyll: FLIRTY: "Aw, that depressed scowl does not suit your cute face. Come on, muster a little smile, just for me~?"
E) To Natasha: CHATTY: "Maybe you're trying too hard and Corwyll here just needs some time to mull it all over, you know?"
F) To Gering: "Another Cherrybomb?"