Hosrius Camnus "The Dark Angel"
Job Log #9747
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“Heh heh heh. Now this is a party!”
Grubar Waxx was doing very little to disguise himself, though that would hardly surprise anyone that knew him. A brash, brazen and verbally dominant creature, the Scengar had finished a few independent jobs to earn himself some jewel, the local currency. With more than enough to spend on food and supplies, the alien decided to get just the tiniest bit careless with his monetary surplus and spend a little bit more than he usually did.
Hosrius would disapprove no doubt but since when did Grubar do what Hosrius thought was best? He’d found a lively bar on the outskirts of the city -- some town called Cedar, if he recalled correctly. It was loud and energetic, a throbbing, thumping music playing through the entirety of the establishment. It was surprisingly active and full for a middle of the week night but that wasn’t going to bother Grubar none. He pushed his way through the crowd, the sea of people moving eventually once they noticed him. Of course he drew attention, a few gasps and a few people practically running for the door. But overall, the crowd settled down after a bit, content not to mess with the giant lizard-looking alien.
Grubar made his way to the bar and rapt his knuckles on the smooth surface, hard enough that it shook the entirety of the immediate area. The bartender glanced over at what could be causing his bar to move around and his eyes turned into large, round plates at the sight of Grubar, grinning down at him. Gulping, the man glanced over at the other two tending bar, both women as stunned as he was. Finally finding some resolve, he approached the alien. “How can… I help you?” he asked loudly over the beat of the music.
“Yeah, listen,” Grubar started, leaning down so that the poor human could hear him better. “I ain’t exactly the best at knowing what booze you humies got and how it compares to what I’m used to drinking. I’m looking for something that can cause a deep, lasting burn. It should be able to peel paint off a gaerotracker… er… or rust soft metal.” He had to remember that humans didn’t have all the technology he was used to interacting with either.
The bartender looked perplexed. “Well uh…” He wondered, looking back at the wall of alcohol they had presented. Of course he had no idea of what was going to garner the exact taste this massive alien was talking about but he seemed to want something very, very strong. Rust on soft metal… well, there was something but it was lethal to humans if they drank it without mixing it. He walked over and grabbed the bottle and turned around to look at Grubar. “This is Pure Blood. It’s straight alcohol, one hundred and sixty proof. We can’t serve it without mixing it with something else.”
“Pure Blood, huh? Sounds intriguing. Poor a shot of that,” Grubar said, chuckling.
“Are you sure? There are laws preventing me from serving it as straight shot. It can kill a person.”
“Trust me, kid, I ain’t a person. Go ahead.”
Well, he was being insistent. With another gulp, the bartender took out a shot glass and poured the pungent liquid. Even to his nostrils, it burned and caused him to lean his head away from it. Holding it carefully, he placed it on the bar in front of Grubar, who proceeded to pick it up and throw it back without a second thought. He mouthed the taste for a moment or two before humming approvingly. “Not bad. Still ain’t the strongest thing I’ve had but that’s pretty damn good. I’ll take the whole bottle.”
Unfortunately for the bartender, it wasn’t exactly expensive. But a sale was a sale and so he told Grubar the price and was swiftly paid in the exact amount of jewel. Watching the alien stomp through the crowd away from him, he half-chuckled in amusement and amazement.
Now with an appropriate drink, Grubar found himself a corner booth that didn’t have a table. Otherwise he would undoubtedly break something. Getting comfortable, he leaned back in the chair and took a bigger swig from the bottle, chuckling and grinning as he watched the feeble humans dancing.
MEL @ WW