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Alcohol does not affect me. Unfortunately..

And what makes you think I need a drink?

You are not wrong!

[Have a long suspicious look, good sir.

But okay. Furiosa can't deny the appeal of an occasional drink. After a moment's consideration, she shrugs.]

Maybe. Not sure I need the nausea and cramps that come with it. [Not because she's prone to drinking to excess, but because War-Boy rotgut is just. That. Terrible.]

Look mate, there's books full of drugs out there and one of them is going to bloody work.

What makes you think you don't need a drink?

What have you been drinking? Sea water isn't for imbibing, lass.

Rum.

Is that your solution to everything?

[ ....yeah. Why is she even asking. ]

... Did you forget who I am?

[ She gives a noncommittal shrug. Yeah. You got her there. She's still not sure why she bothered. ]

And what do you propose in lieu of intoxication?

Seeing as we well know my record with it.

Well as you recall, you lied to be about being intoxicated so neither of us actually know how well you handle it or not.

I would say I need to keep my mind clear, but I'm not one to turn down a drink when the time is right.

And guess what time it is, mate.

[ Niko can't help but to offer a thin smile. ] It's time for a drink. And I'm curious, what is your choice of poison?

Rum. Absolute gallons of it.

[Hey, his liver is already more or less dead, what's a few more bottles going to hurt]

You mustn't be a lightweight if you drink that much. And if you must know, my choice is vodka. Though I don't drink gallons of it.

[ Niko likes keep his brain cells living! ]

Thus my continued effort to avoid finding out.

So you don't propose anything.

[ She would love to have a drink. One drink. The only drink. Not two, not ten, not one and a half. Now just doesn't seem like the time or place. ]

[Look, it isn't a party until someone is in a coma]

I've been drinking since I was twelve, mate.

Right, so since we've decided we're not waking until noon time tomorrow, we'll be taking our drinks where I want to take them.

In a bar of my choosing.

Over there.

[First random goddamn bar in the area that is within immediate walking distance]

I don't remember when I started drinking, but I do know that like you, I was young.

[ Niko is just going to follow Jack to the nearest bar for a few drinks. And he's not the least bit picky as to where they're going to get them. ]

Fine, just don't expect me to pay. [ He jokes. ] Especially not with a drinking habit like yours.

No one's paying.

[We're stealing all of it. Eventually. Shhh]

The best time to start drinking, in my opinion. Gets you ready for a life of drinking as an adult.

[ Now Jack's talking Niko's language. Stealing a lot of drink from the local bar isn't going to get any argument from the hired gun. ]

That's even better! [ He says in response to how they're not going to pay. ] So what's your plan for pulling off this intoxicating heist? Do we go in a guns a blazing or are we going to be subtle about it?

What's going to happen is we're going to go in, and take it. Politely.

[And by politely, he means he's already drawn his pistol and is sashaying into the bar. More than one shot in it this time, he just fires off one]

Attention! You are now being robbed, please place all your bottled alcoholic beverages were we can see them.

Anyone fussing gets a shot in the teeth, aye?

Highly doubt it.

[ Niko pulls out the hidden Uzi from his flight jacket pocket, and he barges through the doors right behind with his gun held out in front of him. He has got no target in question, and whoever opts to cross them is going to be shot. ]

This is a robbery just remain clam and do as he says! Now hand over your drinks and money and nobody will be hurt! [ Sure, it was just for their liquor, but having some extra spending money does not hurt. And besides Niko needs to pay rent for his shoddy apartment somehow.

While the patrons scream and rush to flee the bar, the bartender is not one to take being robbed lightly. So he reaches behind his bar for his shotgun and points it at the two. ]

Oi! I don't think you two clowns are gonna be robbin' me of anything! [ He pumps the shotgun and shifts his aim from between Jack and Niko. The rest of the people leave their drinks and anything else behind to run for the rear exit. ]

You're as fun as an anchor, you know that?

[Yes good, now we can get some work done. The shotgun is met with a brandishing of the pistol. It may not be as powerful, but it's the look of it that matters]

I'd do as he says mate, the man's mad. Absolutely gone, wouldn't want to be caught in a room with him.

[May as well use whoever this man is to his fullest extent]

Just between you and me, what's a few hundred dollars worth of alcohol compared to a mans life.

I'm proposing a drink, because I want one, and you need one.

[ The gruff looking bartender with a Jerry Garcia styled beard his torn between his own life, and having to pay for what these, two are going to take. And as much as he wants these two to believe he is tough, Gerald does not have the balls to take a life. But he's not about to let anyone know this. ]

This is my life, and I'm gonna defend it if I got to. So are you two gonna leave or not? [ His eyes drift downwards towards the two weapons, and not the wet spot on his jeans. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He mutters to himself as he grits his teeth at the sight of the two gun-welding robbers. ]

So are you two gonna git? Or am I gonna have to call the undertaker to come pick-up two corpses. Cause you sorry bunch of psychos aren't the only two lookin' to make a livin'.

[ Niko casually rolls his eyes, and he'd like to avoid having to deal with the police and make for a clean break. And he keeps his gun pointed at the bartender, and nods a head towards the strange fellow whom he is robbing this bar with. ]

I'd do as he says, this one is as you say, not calm.

Looks like you need some new trousers.

[Calm and cool, grinning enough to show the mass of metal coated teeth in his mouth. The pistol is unwavering, the pirate casually motioning towards the door]

Go on, mate. See yourself out. No shame in backing down. Not like we're going to tell anyone, aye?

[The sound of the hammer clicking into place is almost as loud as a gunshot itself]

Don't make a mistake you can't take back.

And you need a shower, and a haircut, and a shave.

[ The bartender wants to save face, he wants to play the big dumb hero, but his instinct to survive kicks in. He stammers a little, and he tosses the gun over to Jack. Because a gun is a gun in his book, and he really doesn't want to end up dead. And he finally tosses his hands up into the air. ]

Fine! Just take it all! [ He grumbles. ] I never liked my boss anyway! The cheap fuck still owes me my pay!

[ Niko cannot help but to laugh at the interaction, and the poor bartender has piss poor attempt at bravado. He reminds him of Roman a lot. And with a wave of his gun, Niko motions the bartender to make a run for it. ]

Good consider this one way to get back at him. Now just go, and don't look back. Because if I hear just one siren coming this way, I'm going to come looking for you.

[Jack catches it easily, looking it over. He's obviously impressed. Totally keeping this]

Run along, mate. Before my friend here starts to get antsy.

We're not talking about what I do and don't need, love. Stop changing the subject.

Are you buying the drink?

Buying is the subjective word here.

I will definitely be procuring a drink for the both of us in some manner.

[ And the pudgy Jerry Garcia look alike makes a run for the door as fast as his bum knee will allow him. And he's just going to leave these two idiots to his shitty stash of cheap liquor. ]

Now let's get to business before this place is swarming with cops. [ Niko pockets his gun, and he boosts himself up over the counter as he starts to pick through the unopened bottles. ]

Now on to you. I take you've done this kind of thing before.

[Jack puts the pistol back and hangs onto the shot gun, leaping over the counter and grabbing every last bit of high content alcohol there is. Anything less than forty percent is abandoned]

Aye, I have mate. Been doing it for a decade or two now.

[He's up there, for a pirate. Well into his forties]

This mate? Small. Just what you do to get by, this isn't the actual business. Just a hobby.

I need something high quality. I only drink the best, no matter what anyone else might say.

I'm sure I can find that.

[Jack doesn't know really what high quality is he drink bottom shelf rot gut but okay]

[ Niko looks for anything that might be worth selling for a few bucks, he doesn't give a shit about the alcohol content as he does the value. There's not much to find, but he does grab hold of a vodka bottle and a pair of shot glasses. He plops them down on the counter, along with the bottle. ]

Good to know there is still experienced ... [ Niko hesitates to use the word thief. ] ... Men in this business. But do tell me about this business of yours, because if this is nothing more than a hobby then you've got my attention.

Because robbing bars is not normally on my list of places to knock off. [ Unless someone is giving him money to do so for his services. Then he gives zero fucks. ]

Don't take too long. Thanks.

[Sarah will drink what she gets, she's just being a little snobby at the moment]

[Well she's getting rum, because everyone fucking likes rum. Jack doesn't want to class it up with coke either, it's all just straight rum and some exceptionally fancy drinking mugs.]

[Jack settles at the bar with no glass and a bottle of rum. It's only one step up from black label and he doesn't even care, just pops it open and knocks back a huge mouthful]

I'm a pirate, mate. To be specific, pirate captain. Taking a bar's drinks is just your average Friday night for me. Barely even noteworthy. In the harbor right now, plan on pushing off come sunrise and thought I'd light a few fires.

[Ace makes the best rotgut. At any rate, his is the least likely to make you go blind. Everyone has some kind of recipe, though. Even Furiosa herself.

She wouldn't drink hers if you paid her.]

Not rum. Unfortunately. [Shrug.] Everyone calls it rotgut, which it is. Mostly made from table scraps.

...rum comes from sugarcane, doesn't it? [Just because she's never had it doesn't mean she hasn't heard of it.]

Are you providing it...? [She eyed him, clearly skeptical of drinking anything he gave her.]

Truer words have never been spoken. How wise.

[ Niko pours the vodka and he takes a smell of whatever might be in the bottle. And he is not even sure this stuff is vodka, no wonder the bar was not doing well. And he looks up at Jack as he takes a drink of rum. ]

You will be lucky that stuff will not kill you. [ He laughs as he slams his bottle down on the counter. ] And a pirate you say, who would of guessed. But I've done that line of work before I came to America. It didn't do much for me except nearly get me killed, and a knife in my back.

Though that doesn't mean I don't wish you well in whatever chaos you'll cause on the docks.

And what exactly constitutes needing a drink, Jack?

Aside wanting one, that is.

[ She's dancing on the line of 'fuck it fine I'll have one and only one' and 'no, really, no thank you'. ]

Edited 2015-08-20 08:33 (UTC)