Nov 02 22:43:06 106 PA - Bending an elbow with Erica

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Nov 02 22:43:06 106 PA - Bending an elbow with Erica

Kingsdale - Moe's Tavern

Erica is sitting at the bar with her head bobbing up at down in time to the music. In one hand she holds a cold beer and her other hand is tapping on the bar. She doesn't seem to be intimidated by all the juicers and borgs around her and is instead having a good time despite being the smallest human in there.

In walks trouble. Well, not so much when one considers most of the other patrons are more metal than flesh or hyperactive addicts, but Brady arrives just the same. A few individuals are glanced over, at, or around as his booted steps carry him to the bar. One is lifted to rest on the rail, only to stomp to the floor when he realizes that there isn't one. There just don't make bars like they used to.

Erica keeps jamming out to the loud music as she occasionally takes a sip from the cold beer in her hand. Her eyes occasionally flash to the vid-screen and the game on it, and she cheers when either team scores points or at least when other people in the bar cheer. Her lips are curved into a smile as she looks around at everyone there smiling at them all regardless if they are metal or giant over steroid pumped freaks. Her smile briefly encompasses you before she turns back to the bartender to order another drink.

Brady shakes his head with the foot faux pas, but completes his sidling undaunted. A yell over the music and cheering gets his order to the tender, and he then adds to the smoke in the room by extracting a rolled cigarette and striking a match to ignite it. This still leaves him plenty of time to kill in wait for his brew, so he spends most of it glancing down the bar. The bopping filly seems a little conspicuous amidst the harnesses and hydraulics, and is much easier on the eyes, to boot. This is probably why his baby blues linger, and a grin curls around his tobacco. "Enjoyin yourself, there, Freckles?"

Erica slams down the last double gulps of her lager as the latest song ends. She puts down her bottle and waves to the bartender for another one. As the next song starts up her head starts to bounce in time with the beat again. She jumps a little bit in surprise at being addressed and turns towards you as she blushes a bit at her startlement. "Oh yes I am. I always love good music. This seems like a cool place and I like all the different people. Are you having a good time?"

"Don't know just yet." Brady gives her a wink and pauses to collect his arriving bottle and a swallow therefrom. "I'll let you know, but it ain't lookin bad so far. This is a place for different folks, I reckon."

"Well this seems like a bar for all sorts of people. I like variety... oops." She squeaks the last part out as a big borg squeezes in next to her at the bar and she moves over to accomidate him. Her hand keeps tapping on the bar to the music but she stops bobbing her head while she talks to you. "My name is Erica by the way."

Brady lifts a hand to tip the brim of his hat to her. "Pleasure, Erica. Name's Brady. Blindin' Billy Brady." A chuckle follows with her nudged over to make room. "Careful, there. People around these parts are liable to step on ya, and not even be nice enough to let you know, first."

Erica smiles softly and nods her head in greetings to you. "It's nice to meet you Brady. Yah it is ok though I know that a lot of the big people don't mean it they just don't know how big they are." She flashs a quick grin towards you before taking a sip of her new beer. "Sides I can keep an eye out for myself."

Brady takes the claim as justification to give her a long twice-over look from boot to bonnet. "You look like you might, but don't worry. I'll be sure and keep an eye or two on you, too. Some of them know damn well how big they are, and just like steppin' on folks." A wink and slug of brew follow, before he asks, "What brings you here? Just the blastin' music and the variety?

Erica blushes slightly as you examine her more closely, turning her otherwise pale skin a slight shade of pink. "Well I do appreciate the sentiment and I wouldn't mind anyone looking out for me." She raises her beer and gives your beer a little clink. "Well cheers to meeting new people." She giggles out before taking another sip of her lager. "Well actually this seemed like the only bar in town that I might be welcome in. So thought I would pull up a stool."

"I'll drink to that." Brady looses a chuckle with the impromptu toast, and downs another swallow. A brow then arches. "Only one you'd be welcome in? Sure, they let anyone in here, but you don't look the sort to be blackballed from anywhere fancy. I ain't complaining, mind you, but there's lots of places around here. Or'd you already shoot your way out of all the rest?"

Erica shrugs her shoulders quickly as she sets her beer on the bar and smiles as the next song comes on. "Well there was a bar off the market square but it looked to serve mechanics mainly and I didn't want to be somewhere I wasn't wanted. And there was a strip bar off over there. She waves off to the northern dregs. There was another bar over there as well but it didn't look like my kind of place."

Brady rolls his shoulders in kind. "Since I didn't know what you're into, couldn't suggest nothing. That a decoration on your hip, or you put it to use?" He gestures to the pistol with his bottle and quirks a brow.

Erica smiles as she looks down at her pistol and shrugs she shoulders again. "I guess I'm ok with it. I know which end the laser comes out of." Giggling again she takes another slug out of her beer. "But it does make for nice decoration as well. How about your own guns?"

"Oh, these're for more than lookin' nice." Brady grins and slides an arm back to pat the one at his left hip, although the move moves his duster to reveal the other two on that side, under his arm and at the small of his back. "Can never be too careful."

Erica giggles again as she notices all the weapons your wearing. "Well you must be fun at parties, and on a date." She gives you a quick wink before turning her head quickly back to the vid-screen to see what is going on in the game as some of the patrons cheer. "So what made you come in here?"

Brady cannot help but laugh. "I'm a barrel of fun at both, and that's got nothin' to do with the iron." He polishes off the bottle and sets it down with a waggle for a replacement. "Beer's good, music ain't /too/ loud, and the view gets better by the minute. Not a bad place for a drink, I say." Her wink is returns.

Erica laughs in a high pitched voice at your offhand compliment. Leaning against the bar she raises her beer and takes a big gulp almost finishing it off. "So what do you do besides drink, compliment women, and showoff your guns?" She gives you a sly grin as she waves to the bartender for another beer.

"Hmm... That might take a minute..." The scruff of his chin is rubbed as Brady appears deep in thought. Or would, if not for his broad grin. "Well, other than that, there's complimenting guns and showing off women. I'm an expert on both, so if you need any help with either one, just holler."

Erica laughs again as she finishes off her beer and offers the bartender a friendly smile as her replaces it with another. "Well find me a woman and you can teach me how to show her off." She says with another wink. "But I ain't bad with my pistol. I'm sure I'm not of your caliber but I can hit the broad side of a demon."

Brady blinks and shakes his head with a snickering laugh at her first comment. "Your aim is true with your words, though, Freckles, I'll give ya that. So long as you can hit where and when it counts is all that matters. Even the worst shot can bring something down if they can just squeeze that trigger enough times."

Erica says, "I do my best to be entertaining. And I'm not a bad shot at all. I even picked up this here Wilk's 330 model to help me with my shooting." She gives you a little sly grin as she leans back against the bar. "Now all I need is a job so I don't spend all my creds drinking and eating, but I'm sure something will come along. Always does.""

"I do my best to be entertaining. And I'm not a bad shot at all. I even picked up this here Wilk's 330 model to help me with my shooting." She gives you a little sly grin as she leans back against the bar. "Now all I need is a job so I don't spend all my creds drinking and eating, but I'm sure something will come along. Always does."

Brady nods his approval. "Can't go wrong with Wilks, most times. When you find some work, or want to spend those creds on something better for your hip, let me know. I can get anything you need for dealing out some hurt, or covering that behind of yours from it."

Erica shrugs her shoulders as she smiles at you. "Well I've got two rifles and another pistol at home, so I'm not too worried. Also three suits of armor, but I figured this sniper pistol was all I needed in town." Her smile turns into a little grin as she spins around to grab her cold beer and takes a long swig off of it.

Brady releases a low, appreciate whistle. "That's quite alot of hardware for a fine young lady, such as you. What sort of jobs are you looking for, pray tell?" The thought of her toting around an arsenal doesn't seem to dampen his social interest in the slightest.

Erica licks her lips quickly as she thinks for a moment before answering. "Well I've been doing mostly bounty hunting work for small villages and communities. You know helping out the local law enforcement. Also do some protection work here and there. I usually charge a sliding scale depending on what people can afford." She offers another shrug as she offers a smile to a juicer who tips his hat to her as he walks by.

Brady arches a brow. "Hunty bounties is tricky work. Never know what sort of low-down, dirty desperado you might find. Better watch your caboose, since I can't all the time..." He does divert his gaze to make sure hers is still intact. "Which is a damn shame all its own."

Erica laughs again as she offers you a wink. "All the armourers say it is my best feature when they are modifying my armour. Yah I know how dangerous it can be, but I have a tad of experience. I do enjoy helping make sure no one else is hurt by some of those nasty criminals."

"You've found the smart ones, then." Brady now acquires his replacement brew and nurses it absently, and rolls his shoulders. "People get hurt every day, and ya can't save 'em all. Best you can do is be quicker than the one trying to bring the hurt. Quicker, smarter, tougher... as many as you can manage."

"Well no you can't save everyone, but you can help out some of them. And some times if your lucky you can make a bit of a difference, or at least that is what I try to do. I know I must sound pretty corny." She shrugs to herself. "Oh well."

Brady shakes his head and grins a touch more. "Not corny, but a little far-fetched. Aiming for that long shot'll wear you down, or get you dead. Now, I get people what they need to look after themselves, not look after them, myself."

"Nothing wrong with something that is a little far-fetched. That way you don't get bored if you accomplish your goals. My sister always told me I was a bit of a dreamer, and I guess she was right." She gives you a faint smile at your grin. "So what all do you sell? I'm in the market for a couple things."

"Aim small, miss small." Brady rolls his shoulders. "What I was told, but can't say I listened all the time." His eyes then alight with her question. "Name your need, Freckles, and I can get it for you, and for a fair price."

"Well I could use a couple stun gernades if you can get them. I think they might help catching any bounties." She looks at you with intrest as she sees if you can help her out. "And when I get some more credits a Neural mace."

Brady pinches and bends his hat-brim once more. "No problem. I can rustle up some of those for you right quick. Smart things to carry, too, so you don't need to get too close."

Erica nods her head back to you as she leans back and takes another swig of her drink. She grimaces as deathmetal song comes on the jukebox and turns to you. "Eww the only problem with this place is all the deathmetal. Just tell me when you get them, and I'll have the credits ready for you. So what do you want to do? Just want to hang out here and get drunk or what?"

"Don't you worry none," Brady chuckles, "since you'll be the first to know when I get them. Me? I don't just bend elbows, what with a business to keep businessing. Ain't the best place to wind up on the floor, neither, if you know what I mean. If you wake up at all, you can bet you'll be a few pounds lighter."

Erica giggles happily to herself as she trys to makes sense of what your saying. "Well not sure what all that means. But lets head out to a different bar if you would like." She finishes up her bear and hands a couple of credits with a generous tip to the bartender.

Both of Brady's brows lift, his lips shifting uncertainly between grin and pursed. "As much as I'd like to drain another bottle or ten with you, I'm gonna have to save a date for another night, Freckles." He manages a wry wink, at least. "I'm waiting on a customer, but you go and have yourself some fun. I'll keep both eyes out for you, later."

Erica shrugs her shoulders and flashes you a simle. "Well I guess I'll do a little exploring then. I am interested in seeing more of the ton. Hope to see you again."

"Likewise, believe you me." Brady nods, and then his gaze drifts past her to a large entering individual. Whether borg or D-Bee is unknown with the body armor, but it isn't likely human. "That's my boy. Keep that caboose in one piece, Freckles." Brady tips his hat to her and steps off for the doorway, through which the unknown behemoth turns and returns back through.