Jun 12 19:43:51 108 PA - Nut Misadventures

From Chronicles

Jun 12 19:43:51 108 PA.

NUT AND BOLT

Galvin is sitting over toward the end of the bar with a beer in one hand. He is leaning against the bar while he nods his head listening to the music playing by some band that seemed to have built their own exotic instruments. He has earplugs in so the show doesn't mess with his hearing.

The man with the salt-and-pepper hair pops into the door and in one swift move, his earplugs are out of his pocket, into his ears, and he's heading for the only place in the bar that's ever made any difference - the end of the big robot leg where Galvin hangs out. Upon reaching the location, he hops on a stool and asks, "Hey Galvin, how're you doing? What's the rent like on that stool, anyway?" He mocks the man while wearing a wide grin.

Galvin nods his head towards Gabriel as he sits down close by. He chuckles at Gabriel's question and shrugs his shoulders. "Well it costs as many beers as I am willing to buy." He says with a smile on his face. "So what's up Gabriel? You usually only come by when you want some work done. So what do you need done?"

"I think you owe me a weapon, and I owe you some credits Galvin. Plus - you never showed up at the Alibi for the socializing! Remember, dig into the closet, get dressed for the ladies. Do I *really* have to find where you live and drag you out by the scruff of the neck like a shy puppy dog?" Of course, Gabriel's face is split in a grin. "Okay first, how much do I owe you? Second, tell me when you're free for the social experience. Third, tell me what's going on in your life. Fourth, I'll tell you what happened to me yesterday. Fifth, I'll tell you about a possible change today." He makes the universal kid-sign of shooting a gun with one hand. "Go."

"Well you haven't told me when you wanted to hang out at the Alibi yet. How was I supposed to know you wanted to hang out at the Alibi?" Galvin says with shake of his head. "I am fine with hanging with my people most times." He says while gesturing around to all the grease monkeys around the bar. "Well for the rifle it will just cost you 260 credits. Didn't take long to put the grip and the sight on. Was quick work. I'm free most days unless I have work to do after work." He takes a moment to take a sip from his beer. "Oh not much. I am getting ready to buy my own shop so that is exciting."

Gabriel instantly orders not two beers, but five. "Congratulations! Your own place, wow, you'll finally start earning what you deserve! Big place, like a 76 station? What are you going to do? Vehicles, guns, pottery?"

"Fuck no. I'll be paying off my debt for quite a long time. It will be a pretty big place. Place for working on power armor, smaller robots, vehicles. Also a place for doing weapon modifications on pretty much any size weapon." Galvin says as he downs the beer he is currently working on, and then sets that to the side and grabs one of the beers that Gabriel bought.

"That's just fine! Wow. Go from kind of um.. nothing.. into a bigshot with the stroke of a pen, huh?" Gabriel sips from his own beer. "Where'd you suddenly find the cash for that kind of thing? Don't mind my asking, how much is it going to set you back?"

"I don't know what your talking about. It is one garage amongst a crap ton of garages already on the landing strip. I have to give up the pink slip for my ATV for the loan and I'll be draining all of my savings." Galvin scowls a bit and takes a long pull from his beer. "I had about 80k saved up." Galvin says, "It will run me about a quarter of a million not counting interest"

"Wow. Quarter of a million of anything is usually a lot of that something. Well, good luck - and try to be more positive." Whack goes the neck of his bottle against Galvin's bottle before he takes a long pull. Gabriel glances back at him. "Never saw a Wells Fargo around here, guess I never really thought about it. Eighty thousand, that's really not so bad. I mean... sell two of my rifles - at sticker price, of course - and you have one and a deuce right there. But betting your ATV? Takes some balls, man. Good luck. Is the interest bad?"

"Well I don't make merc money. I mean you guys go out and make pretty good money from a job or two. I have to work every day just to save some credits up. Heck I only have an ion pistol." Galvin says with a shake of his head before sipping another beer. "I think the interest is 10 percent plus 1 percent for every year after the first. It is damn steep."

Gabriel nods. "That is pretty bad. Ten percent? Man. In my day, we'd use the term, 'you're getting butt-fucked.' It probably translates across time, I would imagine. But... if that's what you need to do to make a sudden advancement, then you do what you have to do. Worst comes to worst," he shrugs. "You're out money and a truck. There's never too late a time to start over. But a lot of men, like Carnegie and Ford saw business like war. Read Sun Tzu and everything. Maybe you take a look at the library for some tips." He winks at his fellow man.

"Yep that is not good interest. It sucks in fact, but with the price of things right now I have to take my chances. If worse comes to worse I'll lose everything and get my job back at AIM." Galvin says with a bit of a grin and a shrug of his shoulders. He takes another long pull from his beer. "I am not exactly a business man. All I know how to do is fix, design, and modify stuff."

That gives Gabriel pause. "Design? As in design and build to specifications? As in weapons?"

"Sure I could do that, but it is harder to do then you think. Or at least so I've been told." Galvin says with a chuckle before taking a long pull of his beer. "I would need a fabricating factory with all the components to build lots of weapons, but it could be done. It would be much easier at this point to modify a weapon to someones specifications." He shrugs his shoulders briefly. "I need to come up with a good name for my garage."

"Oh. Well... maybe I can come up with something for you to modify," Gabriel says with a smile. "I might have something already. But me later, it's your moment in the sun. A name? Are you trying to be clever, or bluntly honest about your shop?"

"Well guns can be modified can reduce amount of shots for a little more power. Modifying vehicles is usually a more straight forward process. Do you have a vehicle?" Galvin asks as he swirls his beer around in the pint glass before downing the last of it. He puts down the pint glass and grabs another pint and takes a sip from it. "I think clever would work. Or honest. If the name is good I think that will be good enough."

A shrug. "Sure, my vehicle is called bipedal locomotion. Plus Erica taught my how to fly a 'pack, so there's that. But for long distances that need to be covered in a short amount of time? No, I'm afraid not, Galvin," Gabriel admits. "I'll have to think about the mods. I know what I want. Just don't know. But a garage? Well, there's always stuff to reference gears and wrenches, or a particular brand of something that you like. Reach into mythology for the god of tires or something. Or, and sometimes best, personal history. Y'know, 'Kentucky Kranks' or something maybe if I had a place."

Galvin laughs and shakes his head. "You should look at picking yourself up a hovercycle or an ATV or something. You don't want to have to hitchhike where ever you go." He pauses to take another sip of his pint of beer. "Well I guess Kingsdale Kranks would work just as well. Hmmm I'm not sure about that though."

Gabriel perks his eyes and ears. "Hey, yeah. Swap my state for your city, and I like it. 'Kingsdale Kranks.' Got a nice ring to it. Pretty obvious what you do, and even if it isn't, once you know, that's a name that's going to stick with you," he says, using his bottle's neck to point at the other man. "Better than 'Advanced Idea Mechanics' or whatever it is. Better than just 'AIM.' That's always sounded like a place to take a rifle, not a ride. As for a hovercycle and such? You forget that there were no such things where I come from. I'm learning what I can as fast as I can, but I haven't had the opportunity for driving lessons yet, I'm afraid. Since I *can* get around by hitching and begging, there are other things that I need to know, and other things that I've forgotten, than I need to re-learn." He tastes the name again. "Kingsdale Kranks. Nice."

"Well maybe. I haven't decided for sure. The name sounds pretty good, but I'll think about it for a while, see if I can come up with something better." Galvin says after a moment of thought. He takes another little sip of his pint of beer. "Hmmm I guess I am not very creative right now. Can't come up with anything better."

Gabriel gives a little chuckle. "Well, maybe you just need to hit the library. Pull out a history book, thesaurus, list of famous automotive inventors, stuff like that. Or... you could just go the route that people take in phone books. Start your name with more 'A's than the next guy, or even a zero, so that your business is listed first. It's stupid, but I guess it's one of those, 'location location' things that works for people."

Galvin chuckles again and then shakes his head. "I don't think I'll go that route. Something clever will work though. I'll just have to give it some thought. Do you have any other suggestions?" He asks before taking another little sip from his pint.

"Hmm. Do you have a last name?" Gabriel pulls his bottle back to his lips. "How about a favorite kind of thing to work on? Or a *best* thing that you do better than anyone else? Alternatively, I knew a guy who owned 'Herb's Garage.' His name was Frank."

"Nah my folks didn't have a last name, so they didn't give me one. They were pretty practical people. I guess I could give myself a last name." Galvin says with a bit of a grin on his face. "Well I like working on power armor and robots. My chief skills are in robotics I guess. They are what I really enjoy working on."

Gabriel bonk-bonk-bonks the bottom of his bottle on the nearby counter. "Robotics, good - and bad. I'm afraid that I don't know much about robotics to help you out with anything interesting. Although 'Gort' was pretty damn cool. Disintegrated stuff, stopped whatever he wanted, was indestructible - created as a perfect police force that apparently kept he peace. Yes. Anyway." He drinks and shakes himself back to usefulness. "No last name? Seems odd to me, but if it isn't to you.. you know, in the old days, people's last names usually originated from either where their ancestral family began, or some old family profession. Of course, when they got to America, the immigration officials often just slashed them or completely changed them so that they made more sense to them. A difficult-to-pronounce name might just become a color. Say, my parents' name 'Blazejewski' might have become 'Green.' I'd recommend one of the more interesting methods."

"Well in this day and age there are a lot of uncertainties. I guess a lot of times people get separated from families. Heck I don't know if my family is dead or alive. They had to send me away or else I could have been taken by the CS, and they could have been in a lot of danger. I don't think my folks even knew their parents." Galvin says with another shrug of his shoulders. He takes a long pull from his beer.

Gabriel states quickly, "Well still, everyone's from somewhere. Even if the only somewhere that you know is where you already are." Profound statement. "Robots and a mechanical technician? Have you considered 'Robo-Tech'?" He pauses to sip, nodding lightly at his good idea.

Galvin chuckles as he adjusts his glasses with one finger before taking a sip of beer. "Well that is a pretty good name. I just don't want people to think that I only do work on robots and power armor." He rubs his chin as he thinks. "Hmmm that is a pretty good name though."

"It *is* a good name. Maybe you could bring in some of that brain stuff that you do?" Gabriel taps at his head with his free index finger, continuing to shy away from using the unfamiliar word 'psionics.' "How about these? I was brainstorming while you adjusted your glasses and rubbing your chin: 'Galvin's Garage' That's pretty safe. 'Bullshifters,' I like that one, it's clever and memorable. 'Get a Grip,' also clever and memorable." He looks up to the ceiling for a moment then spouts, "Oh, yeah, how about 'I Know My Nuts.' I guarantee people will remember you." Smirk.

Galvin laughs loudly as he shakes his head. He takes a long pull from his pint glass. "Well you are just full of a lot of good names. I like lots of those. Although my favorite is still Kingsdale's Kranks. Although Robo-tech is damn good too. I guess I'm just not very good at deciding all that."

Gabriel bonks his bottle on the counter again a few times then rattles off, "'Universal Repair, Restoration and Retrofitting,' 'Brake It and Run,' 'Good Vibrations Tune-Ups and Repair,' 'You Break It I Take It,' 'Go Truck Yourself,' 'Happy Ending Mechanics,' 'Crouching Tire, Hidden Wagon,' 'Uncommon Mechanics' and perhaps this one would be best, due to your proclivities as to what you do best and enjoy to do most, 'I'll Polish Your Robot's Knob?" He flaps his eyelids a few times. "Okay, that's it, I'm done."

"Wow that is a hell of a lot of names. I like Uncommon Mechanics best out of that batch." Galvin says with a chuckle as he grins. He shakes his head before taking a sip from his pint. "You are pretty creative though. I think a lot of those names would work though."

"I don't need to say this, but it's your shop. Make sure that you pick a name that you like, because it *always* looks bad if a business up and changes its name, even without new management," Gabriel says using his bottle as a pointer. "To be serious about the names, I'm a fan of 'Uncommon Mechanics,' too. More sophisticated than 'Kingsdale Kranks,' but still memorable. For what my opinion counts." He stops to drink from his bottle... emptied. He picks and opens a new one with a whack against the counter. "When're you planning to open, anyway?"

"Uncommon Mechanics it is then." Galvin says while raising his glass and clinking it against your bottle. He takes a quick sip from his pint and then smiles. "Well I am not sure. There is still a lot of paperwork to do and then installing all the machinery. Heck it could take quite some time. We will have to wait and see."

Gabriel bobs his head and takes a drink. "So the building itself is up? Or do you need to bring in contractors? Can't imagine what the place is going to look like. Damn sure it'll be a helluva lot different than the shops I know. Pull your car off the road, right into a station, the guy changes out everything in a half hour, you're on the road... a ratchet lift. Sure you have something more impressive than that!" *Clink* goes the bottle-on-bottle again. "To 'Uncommon Mechanics,' may she lead a long and fruitful life."

"No it is to be built, but it will be built pretty quickly I think. Really is just a bunch on concrete." Galvin says with a quick shrug of his shoulders. "It won't be that different. We will be fixing a lot of cars I am sure. I am sure a lot of oil changes and what not will be what pays the bills." He raises up his pint glass after the clink and takes a long sip from his glass.

"The small stuff is always the 'bread 'n butter' of any business. Doesn't matter what business it is, it's always the small, continual stuff that yeah, pays the bills. Going to be doing any advertising? Stuff in the papers, maybe even a spot on the evening news with that Beau Bridge fellow and, ah.. what's her name, the new chick." Gabriel pauses to sip again. "Better than just spreading by word of mouth, if you're already burning money on it."

"Well I might. I don't really know a lot about business as a whole. I guess I'll do some advertising. Put some fliers about. See with I can get some merc companies to know about us. Heck maybe even try to get a contract with the city. I'll have to wait and see." Galvin adjusts his glasses before finishing off the rest of his beer. "Hopefully I can pay off the loan."

"Ah, I'm sure you will. Can't be *that* many places here that not just specialize in heavy and detailed robotic repair, particularly with your special abilities, right? I'm sure you'll be in high demand." He smiles as a punk-style.. being?.. walks past, if for no other reason that the flashy metal and shiny colors. "Know anything more about that run to Tolkeen?"

"Well AIM does a lot of that, and I can't really compete with them so I'll just have to do a little bit of whatever. I am sure I'll make money doing lots of modifications if those be weapons or vehicles it is mostly the same." Galvin chuckles again as he picks up a new pint full of beer and takes a sip from the glass. "I just have been waiting to see when that run is going to happen. So what else have you been up to?"

Gabriel and Galvin are seated far down at the most distant end of the robot-leg-themed bar counter, with a total of five bottles of beer between them - most of them still full and unopened. It's loud enough that both men are wearing earplugs. A strange band is playing strange music on strange instruments. It's like your toolbox had an orgasm. "Oh, I'm poking around down south. Some guy has a problem with his livestock. Had to hit it during the day though - you had just about everything of mine with which I can create violence!"

Galvin nods his head. "Livestock huh? You going to go help them breed or something?" He asks with a smug grin. "Well once the garage is open I'll have some free time to go about. Maybe I'll take a trip over to Merctown to see what the latest toys are."

"You going to be able to afford a trip back east when you need to be back here at the cash register? Maybe you should throw a fin at someone to go and take some pictures for you. Cheaper that way, right? Maybe someone's handing out pamphlets." But then Gabriel shakes his head. "I bred horses for the track, yeah. When I was a little boy, we had goats and chickens, so.. no, but yes I could do it if I needed to. So *there* you weren't expecting that!"

Sebastien picks his way into the bar. One wouldn't know him from anyone else, in this company, with this noise, but a few do raise their beers to him. The would-be knight grins back with remarkably clean teeth, easing his way gingerly towards the bar. He's moving stiffly, wearing light armor, and looking rather pleased with himself.

"Well it isn't like it is that far or that long of a trip. Heck I could go there and back in a day by air. Jeez you should learn about the area you know." Galvin says with a slight shake of his head. "Plenty of passenger service between there and here." He chuckles and shakes his head again before taking a long pull from his beer. "Well thanks for telling me about livestock. I'll be sure to file that in things I don't care about."

Loud music. Beer. Bella's in the right place. Sort of. Not what she's used to. But still has the important stuff. She comes in dressed up for it too.

Gabriel quirks an eyebrow. "Oh, don't you get to be the only interesting person in the room today? Or... all the time? You know what Galvin?" The man taps his bottle on the counter again. "*YOU* Can be an attention hog sometimes. You also keep telling me what I need to do. Learn this, learn that. I learn what I need to learn when I need to learn it. I may be old, I may not belong here, but I'm not daft." With a smile, he pulls back on his brew. Why look around when everything else is so loud and bright?

Speaking of attention hogs. Sebastien's announcement is a clap on Gabriel's shoulder, and a bellow, "All hail Sebastien, Giant Slayer!" He groves his shoulders a bit before wincing, uttering in a pained voice, "Too soon!" Recovering in short order, the would-be knight peers across at Galvin, and he leans across to give the man a hearty "Bonjour!" before seeking a stool.

Galvin throws back his head and laughs loudly. "Oh I do? I am usually the least interesting person. All I do is fix stuff. Isn't very exciting is it." He chuckles and takes a long sip from his beer. Turning to look at Sebastien as he comes over to Gabriel he jerks his thumb at Sebastien. "See that guy is the most interesting person today." He says with another laugh.

The older man looks up at Sebastien, curiosity on his face, but not much beyond that. "Giant slayer? That's impressive? Jack did that after he climbed the damn beanstalk. Little guy, too. Remember? 'Fee-fi-fo-fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman? Be he 'live, or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread.'" Gabriel laid out the quote in a fatherly, bedtime story voice. "Of course, if you know the entire story, Jack was kind of a sociopath." He then turns his head slowly to look upon the knight with growing mock suspicion.

Bella's smirking when she gets to the bar. Where alla laughin 'n stuff's goin on. She reaches up to pat the sorta knight's shoulder. "Yeah. Big bad." Bella smirks more at the other ones. "Better watch it. Maybe he'll chop off something ya wanna keep."

Sebastien glances sideways at Bella, smirking down at the woman, and he takes a step back to plant hands on the miniature woman's hips, and loft her into the air. "Jack may have slain the giant with some magic beans in a fairy tale," he says, hoisting Bella up before him like a trophy, "But even he could not have summoned courage from this little one. Witness Bella, Stubber of Toes and Giant pedicurist extraordinaire!" He hefts the woman towards Gabriel, putting her eye to eye with standing folk. So she's peering down at the elder man, Peter Pan-like.

Galvin nods his head at Bella although he doesn't know her. He takes another long pull from his beer before grinning at Gabriel. "All those stories are full of crazy people man." He chuckles again and then looks over towards Sebastien and Bella. He raises an eyebrow as Sebastien moves Bella. "Well good job kicking the giant's ass I guess. So beers for the heroes?" He asks while flagging down the bartender for a round of beers.

"I didn't even realize that we had a giant problem," Gabriel deadpans before taking a sip. He then raises his free index and middle fingers to his lips, kisses the ends, and bonks Bella's forehead with them. "Galvin, this is my friend Bella of Kingsdale, firecracker in a small package. She has excellent taste in clothing. Whoever helped her out with the choices should be commended. And Bella, this is my friend Galvin of Somewhere, master mechanic and ruler of all things that have to do with tools." He looks then to Sebastien, a friendly eye. "Are they going to give you a medal, or are you just hawking for one? And... probably put her down, I'd think."

"Hey!" Bella yelps. First she gets hoisted. Then she gets bonked. Yeah her clothes are Ok. Skirt ain' the best fer gettin held up kickin though. Even if Seb's got her hips. Bella still ain' gonna pass on a freebie. "Was there too! Can gimme a beer."

"Huge!" Sebastien replies with gusto. The giant problem is ... it wasn't that funny to begin with. He tugs Bella back as she's bonked, frowning at Gabriel over her shoulder before winking at the man and depositing her on a nearby stool. He leans over the bar behind her, whistling through his teeth and waving to the 'tender, before nodding to Gabriel. "Demon of some sort. Just spontaneously came to be in the dregs. Thirty feet tall and horny as hell. Well." He gives Bella a knowing glance. "We put an end to *that,* non?"

Galvin adjusts his glasses with a finger as he fishes out a couple credits to pay for the beers that come. "Nice to meet you Bella." He says as he hands her a beer. He picks up his own beer and takes a long pull from it. "Well good thing you took care of it then."

"Again?" Gabriel asks boredly. "Not you, I mean. Another demon?" He sighs. "It's getting old. Can't we just have a modern day John Dillinger try to rob a bank or something? Why does it always have to be thirty foot tall horny demons out of a child's nightmare? Let me guess - you needed a tank cannon to kill it. Couldn't just shoot the fucking thing or stab it in the heart. NO, right? You needed something that slices through steel without noticing." The older man looks to the ceiling, then the floor, grunting and complaining under his breath.

Bella wriggles on her seat. Tugs her skirt back where it oughtta be. "Ain' horny no more." Back to smirking. Points at Seb. "He fixed that. I just sorta poked it a li'l." Bella looks over Galvin and grins some. Maybe just for the beer she grabs.

"Swords," Sebastien replies with a snap of his fingers. "Swords, arrows, lasers, ion beams, even claws. I wasn't alone. A man who could fly -- I don't know his name -- was quite instrumental. But I like to think I," he gives Bella another knowing look, "struck the deciding blow. But steel. monsieur, is not the impenetrable defense it was in your day, I fear."

"It does seem like there is a lot of wild stuff happening in the dregs. I don't usually go down there except when I'm looking for junk or other spare parts." Galvin replies while shrugging his shoulders. "Sounds like it is a good idea to stay out of those parts if there are demons all over the place."

Gabriel looks to the three in the party who are chronologically correct. "To be fair, your plastics and whatnot don't seem to be any different. I mean, if everyone's walking around in body armor that can be slashed by your everyday knife blade and pitted by a holdout pistol that a dame tucks in her unmentionables, it doesn't really make much difference. You know, everything's been leveled again." He holds out an explanatory hand. "Stone Age begat Bronze Age, which begat the Iron Age, which begat my Space Age, which apparently then begat a whole bunch of crap that led to the current Post Apocalyptic Age. Same shit, different year. Armor keeps up with weapons, weapons keep up with armor. The annoying part is how the human has to wield it differently." He then simply nods at Galvin's suggestion to avoid the place.

Bella shrugs. After a swallow of beer. "First one I seen. That big anyways. Lotsa horny demons 'round there. Most're jus' grabby though. Don' eat people." She eyes Gabe. Smirks more. "Don' wanna hide a gun there. First place't gets looked fer."

"Only because it's fun looking," Sebastien confirms, grinning. "But I have read -- oui, men in this age do read, some of us -- that it was a recent thing before the fall of Man that body armor was worth a damn. You have mentioned this to me, in fact! It was worthless to rifles in your time, but before we were left behind to Hell on Earth there was the Glitter Boy and other suits quite capable of surviving even tactical nuclear weapons. Very much not the 'same shit.' Even in the past two decades, we have gone from body armor nearly impenetrable to small arms to rifles that can hole an older suit in one burst. The only ones not adapting, I pray, are our enemies." He gathers his beer and lifts it in toast, before chugging what's offered in one long draught. Finishing it, he plants the bottle on the bar and purses his lips, eying Bella. "You know, I'm not sure I've ever seen you drunk."

Galvin laughs at what Bella says and flashes her a quick smile. "I'll keep that in mind if I ever have to hide a gun." He chuckles as he shakes his head and then continues. "It is the nature of technology to find better solutions to problems. In a lot of cases they are just better ways to kill or defend yourself, but plenty of good tech comes about." Picking up his beer he takes a long pull from it, emptying it. Quickly enough he picks up another beer and starts to drink from that one.

be-BEEP* *be-BEEP* *be-BEEP* Gabriel's wristwatch alarm goes off, unusually being audible instead of a silent notification on his skin. His bottle is set down, and his quickly slides off of his stool, moving out of the way and waving its openness to Bella. "You guys can make a list of things that I need to buy. My arsenal is pretty diverse, but I don't have the heaviest stuff. For now? I have a job tomorrow, they're doing some construction down Steel Street and need someone to mix concrete. *BING* that's me. Time to hoof it home." Then like the wind, he's gone.

"Bet ya'd wanna." Bella smirks at Seb. Takes another drink. Then she waggles the beer at Gabe. "Have fun. Don' get dead." Galvin's last. Maybe cause he's the new guy. To her. "Also easier to shoot stuff off."

"Against my religion," Seb replies to Bella, meeting her eyes and giving her a wink. "Au revoir monsieur!" Sebastien calls in parting to Gabriel, lifting his empty bottle in salute to the man before frowning at it. "Speaking of better ways. I've just recently added to my armor. It is, if I do say so myself, the best-equipped coffin a man could wear into battle." He slides from his own stool, and plants his bottle on the bar before dropping a tip beside it. "Merci monsieur for the beer," he says to Galvin, giving the man a grin. "Next time I'll know to come asking you for the repairs. Perhaps you might save me some credits!" And to Bella, he gives a sly look and a wink. "Mademoiselle. Stay out of trouble."

Galvin grimaces slightly at what Bella says and then nods his head. "Oh yah didn't think of that. Very dangerous." He chuckles while he shakes his head and takes a long pull from his beer. He raises his hand to Gabriel and gives him a wave. "See you man. Thanks for all the business name suggestions." Nodding his head to Sebastien he gestures with his beer. "See you."

Bella slides off her stool. Takes the beer with her. "Why'd I wanna do that? Way more fun ta be in't ain' 't?" She sucks down the last and eyes Sebastien. More. "Ya runnin' way 'gain? Dunno if I wanna letcha this time."

Sebastien waggles his eyebrows at Bella and turns, heading out from the bar. Markedly less stiff and achy on his way out. Must be the beer!