Commander does his usual bursting into the bar but collapses as soon as he enters. A skeleton in a trench coat wanders in after him, notices him on the floor, picks him up, takes the comically large bottle of whiskey from his hand, and shoves it in a coat pocket. The skeleton gave a look similar to a grimace, but as he is missing his bottom jaw bone, it doesn't look the part.
He drags Commander over to the bar and waves at Blaze
S: "Heya! This IS the bar Commander took us to last time right?"
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Blaze nods. “Yup!”
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S: "Nice! I couldn't seem to find this place, with Commander being drunk and all, so I'm glad I stumbled upon it!" He gives a lower-jawless smile and notices the new drink S: "Oh cool, wossat"
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“New drink I got in!”
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His lower jawless smile widens S: "Ooooh! How drunk can I get? Back in NYC I rarely got to try a new drink so seein' a new one always gets me excited"
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“Uh....no clue. Haven’t had it yet.”
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The skeleton's eyes, or eye sockets with a small light in them, get a mischievous glint S: "Mind I test that out"
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“Sure!” Blaze pours him a glass.
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The skeleton picks up and swigs it, but as he doesn't have a lower jaw bone, most of the process is visible... Commander mutters something unintelligible, and you can notice that he hasn't shaved in while, in fact, his clothes look unclean, with beer stains and crumbs everywhere, his usually polished insignia has lost its luster. Commander is in bad shape S: "Hmm... Y'know, reminds me of a speakeasy in south NYC..."
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“Really?”
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S: "Yeah great place, run by my Other Boss!" He thinks for a sec S: "Yeah, pretty good stuff! How much you willin' to sell?" He pulls out a wallet and grabs a couple 100$ bills from the 1920's
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“Wait....you want to buy some of the drink?”
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S: " 'Course I do!" Commander mutters another unintelligible thing, although it's pretty obvious he's still unconcious
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“Uhm...how much?”
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S: 'How much ya got?'
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“A few pallets?”
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He whispers to himself S: "Aight how much for a pallet"
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“Two hundred.”
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Commander mutters something about inflation S: "Is that how that even works? I... Here just take three it's not even mine" he hands you three hundred dollars which are dated to 1920's
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“Thanks.” Blaze takes them, and heads to the back.