Jul 10 18:17:12 109 PA - Why Not Aska a Bartender
From Chronicles
Jul 10 18:17:12 109 PA.
LADY LUCK
The club is generally quiet despite the fact it is open, it's early though, only having just opened not long ago. The little D-bee, Fizz, is at a far table going over ledgers by the looks of it.
A figure in rubbed-out Crusader armor arrives at the door and surrenders its weapons. The helmet is popped open, revealing Gabriel - short hair not being necessary to shake out dramatically. He pauses to look around what has come of the club so far, then starts to move toward the bar counter itself, removing the constricting gauntlets as he goes.
For the most part the repairs have been completed. Next to the large statue is a large block of black granite with writing engraved into it. The scantily clad bartender gives Gabriel a friendly smile, "Welcome to Lady Luck. What can I get for ya?" inquiring to his beverage preference.
"How about something fizzy, non-alcoholic and without any mind- or body-altering effects?" Gabriel request with a light chuckle. "Also, if you can point me to your boss, I'd appreciate it. Good place to be working?" He leans casually against the counter, waiting for a soda, a friend and some idle conversation. The annoying armor is clearly uncomfortable, but for now, he makes no move to remove any further pieces.
A smile and a playful flick of her bar towel in the old man's direction, "Now that doesn't sound like any fun, but I think I got something back here that'll make you happy." a quick point over the man's shoulder in FIzzle's direction in the back. With a slight shrug, "It's not bad. I've worked at worse clubs. At least the little guy actually gives a damn about us girls and how we are doing." filling a glass with club soda and giving a twist of lime before sliding it in his direction.
"That's good to hear," Gabriel says in response. He doesn't make any move to bother the proprietor at his current location in the back. "What kind of crowd are you getting these days? Not numbers, but... quality?"
Fizzlesnoot's beautiful bartender rocks her head back and forth a bit, "Ohhh, I guess a typical crowd for this area. Nothing too rough, but not like high class folks from west side or anything. We all make a decent credit though for what does come in. I know I do alright. What's your name? I'm Jen." offering her hand to the gentleman with the introduction.
The gentleman shakes Jen's hand happy that his gauntlets were removed. "Gabriel. Nice to hear that it's a decent place to work. He certainly picked all of you from the beauty catalog, didn't he? I suppose that's to be expected, people don't go to clubs like this hoping to see women with bullet wounds and C-section scars, right?" A laugh pauses the conversation as he looks to see what kind of bottle or open glass will be delivered. Hopefully a capped bottle.
Jen gives a giggle along with the man, "I don't know, there are some weird folks out there, into strange things. Fizzy don't send any of the girls away or anything. Drugged up or not they can stay, just can't be doin it here."
Gabriel's eyebrow raises slightly, but he refrains from comment, other than to ask a questionable, "That's... good?" He leans sideways slightly so that he can wave toward the gathered crowd, or at least what there is to call a crowd. "So not the 'west side' clientele, but still with decent coin? Ever get anybody more, oh... unique and interesting in here?"
Jen replies with a subtle shake of her head, "Oh they come in, just not as much as the locals. It is the Dregs, gotta be able to handle yourself to travel these streets. What do ya mean by unique? We get all sorts in here." even by the look of the current patronage, there are some unique looking individuals here, though mostly humans make up the mix.
"Special. Small business owners? I'm looking for some information, and thought I'd drop by Fizzlesnoot to chat him up, but as he seems busy, and you're here... anything interesting going on in the Bazaar these days, or that area? Well off patrons who like nude women enough to pay to enjoy their company, at the least?" Gabriel pops the cap off of his soda gently, respecting the counter by not whacking the bottle's neck on it.
Jen thinks about it for a moment, but still ends up giving a slight shake of her head, "I can't really think of anyone that stands out. We get plenty who have the credits for a good time. Merc's, businessmen, gang bangers, like I said, we get all types. All looking for a good time. I know Fizzy is looking to attract gamblers, card players mostly, but it hasn't really taken off yet. A couple of small stakes games so far. What exactly are you looking for?"
Gabriel soothes his pallet with a taste of soda, then asks, "More along the line of slaves than prostitutes. Anyone who might have an interest in the trade. I thought they might come through here to throw some credits around and inspect potential merchandise." The neck of his bottle is waved toward the girls on the stage.
Jen gives a wide eyed look to the man, shaking her head. "Oh no. If anyone does come in here like that, they don't tell me anything. I don't think Fizzy would be a part of anything like that."
"I don't think he'd be part of it, I just wonder if they might not come in for drinks, is all," Gabriel explains. "So nothing on the breeze? Something better to be found in the worst parts of the 'Dregs?" He gives Jen a polite eye, but one that might perhaps wonder if there is actually a 'worse' part of the 'Dregs, or just another part of the 'Dregs.
Jen gives a shrug, "I suppose there could be some that come in, I just haven't heard anyone mention it besides maybe a rumor here and there that it occurs. The Clash's territory is deeper in the Dregs, might want to look around there. I wouldn't though. Sounds like something that'll get ya killed." she raises a finger to him as she is called away to take care of another that find himself at the bar. "Hi, welcome to Lady Luck. What can I get for ya?"
Just as he's about to open his mouth and ask another question, his not-really-contact flits away. There's a sigh, a shrug, and Gabriel then downs the rest of his fizzy cola fast enough that he sneezes and laughs at himself. Taking the woman's departure as an official goodbye, he starts to affix his gauntlets, moving back to the door to grab his gear and head out to whatever other location he has in mind, leaving only a few credits and a tip neatly stacked in a column on the counter.
